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The smoothness of the panties felt rather pleasurable around my privates as I drove toward her place. She is a switch who complimented me on one of my stories. We conversed on the Internet, and I admitted that I was also a switch. I told her of my experiences both Dominant and as a submissive. The more the conversation progressed the more my old submissive feelings arose. She evidently sensed that as well. I told her that I’d be willing to be her slave. She consented, but she giggled and said I’d have to be wearing red panties. Since I have cross-dressed before, I agreed.
The saleslady at the lingerie store snickered when I bought them, especially since she saw me go into the fitting room.
When I arrived at her apartment building, I looked forapartment204. When I knocked on the door, there was no answer. Feeling a bit confused, I wondered if I was in the right place. I knocked again, same result. Frustrated I actually walked outside to look at the number on the building. Did I write down the wrong number?
Then I recalled how one of my old Mistresses used to do this on purpose, so she could punish me for being late. Suspecting that was the case, I patiently returned and resumed the knocking. After what seemed like ten minutes, I heard movement on the other side of the solid wooden door.
