I’ve seen you before. I know who you are…and I know you know who I am.
I am the Mistress that you have shared all your darkest secrets with. The one that you have exposed your true self to. You and I have had a special kind of connection—a special trust and an unbreakable bond.
As we sit here among the crowds, you with your wife…me with my mate—you look at me trying to pinpoint exactly who I am, and where you know me from.
It is certainly a different scene—You dressed in a ball cap, tshirt and genes. Myself with my black hair pulled back, glasses on and dressed down. But there is something about my eyes that has you uncomfortable. When I glance over at you, and give you that half wicked grin—you start to get an all too familiar itch.
We realize that somehow, somewhat fate has forced our circles to intertwine – even distances apart. I know EXACTLY who you are.
We’ve shared many a nights together–Chatting during the day, sharing some of our most intimate mutual masturbation sessions—you pleasing your mistress, and you enjoying every inch of my womanly curves–From my luscious breasts, to my smooth long legs, my full head of hair and my tempting hazel eyes. The moans you heard as your burrowed your face in between my legs –the moans you made as your actions were reciprocated – Your mistress was returning the favor.
The interesting part being…that you still haven’t pieced it together. Because when you and I are not intertwined in our world of fantasy and wonder—a world of pure perfection—you have to hide under a façade , under an alias—if you will.
I know you, and accept everything about you. You enjoy the company of a dominate woman, one that encourages you to be yourself—when you know being yourself around others would leave your world in shambles.
I allow you to let loose your inhibitions and I encourage you to seek out the finer, things in life. For you, it could be as simple as buying a new pair of panties or purchasing a lingerie outfit for you and your mistress to both enjoy.
I know the truth, You are a man than enjoys feminine attire.
A man that LOVES to wear panties…One that enjoys slips, and hosiery, and shares in my love of all things sexy. You dont associate as a sissy, only as a man who happens to wear panties~and in a world where you are shamed for that, you’ve found a Goddess that accepts that. A Mistress then enjoys your company, as much as you enjoy hers.
Tensions run deep as you sit across from me~ and I walk by and whisper “you know who I am” – I smile my wicked smile and walk away…Your eyes widen and its then that you realize that yes…in the face of impossibilities you have come face to face with your mistress. The Goddess of your dreams, the temptress of your desires, the girlfriend experience that you truly seek — is closer than you realize.
Was it all a fantasy? Was it all a Dream? Or could this be reality?