I thought if I put on some silk panties maybe a guy would want to take me out for a date. I'd never even touched another guy but I'd never really had ... girl touch me either. This seemed pretty easy.So I posted some pictures of me dressed up in my sister’s bra and panties and got a bunch of hits the first night. Everyone wanted to have me over for a party. It was so cool. A nice guy was just up the street, so I put on some jeans and a t-shirt over my pretty pink bra and panties and walked over.. .. the ballet... dancing and spinning... aching for Mistress... the ballet... the spinning and dancing... Giselle... Dancing... Spinning... "Cyber pussy..." Spinning... Giselle... Deeper and deeper... Pretty and fragile and aching, always aching, needing, wanting... Giselle... "Cyber pussy..." Giselle... Feeling so sleepy, so hard to open her eyes, giselle booted up her computer. It was hard to log in -- she kept typing "giselle" instead of "Glen" -- but eventually, she got it. A little more. We had been visiting when a tall, well-muscled man with blonde hair walked up and introduced himself as Charlie Morgan. He and Chris danced the entire night.It didn't take long for them to become a couple. Within months they had set the wedding date. Charlie had always had a roving eye for the ladies, but everyone hoped that Chris would be able to keep it focused on her. She seemed to have succeeded. The wedding reception was held right here. They had danced their first dance as man and wife on. The constant motif of my Mistress was gold; in many of her garments, her accoutrements, her jewellery, the decor both inanimate and human which surrounded her. Even the handles of the switches and whips she employed were of gold, or decorated with it. She was the only woman permitted to employ gold in this fashion. It symbolised her supreme position. With the familiar and natural nervousness I felt whenever in her presence – particularly when serving her intimately – I unfastened the brassiere..