Date With A Mistress

It was a sultry afternoon and I was sitting in my study remembering the events of the past weekend. Never before had I thought that I would endever to fulfill my fantasies until I met Angela.

Friday Night:

It was late in the afternoon when I decided to check the adds on my computer. I was looking for an ad for a Mistress. It didn’t take long and I located an ad it had a phone number so i picked up the phone and called. The person on the other end introduced themself as Mistress Netasha.

"Hello, this is Misstress Netasha speaking." She said in a sweet yet cold voice.

"Ahhhhhh, my name is Patrick and I was wondering if you would have time for me this evening.?"

"Let me check my schedule sir." She said.

There was a slight pause as I waited for her she came back a few minutes later and talked to me some more.

"I do have some time this evening hon, you can come over at 7 PM."

"That would be great." I said casually.

She gave me the address and hing up and i was starting to get nervous. I wrestled with the thought of calling her back and canceling but decided not to. Being a closet Crossdresser my curiosity was peaked. I had been dressing since I was about 8 and always in secret. My passion had cost me a marrage and i was boound and determined to follow this passion to the end.

I put on some old clothes and started out the door. It would take me about 20 minutes to get down town. On the drive there my mind started to wander and i tried to invision what would go on. This is something i had nevver done before. When I got to the apartment complex where she lived i again had second thoughts about going in. I locked my car and headed for the apartment. As I approached the front door my heart was pounding. I rang the doorbell and when the door opened I almost passed out. The beauty that greeted me was stunning. She wore nothing but a black satin corset, black nylons with lace at the top and a pair of black high heels the kind with the strap around the ankle.