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"I was afraid to drive over dressed," I stammered. Should I introduce myself? Should I give him/her my real name or gurl name or what? My face flushed red and the shaking became worse. "Should I go in the back and change?"

"Whatever you like dear, just make yourself comfortable," she said and returned to her seat. The back of the house was dark. I didn't want to go back there. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thanks," I said and set the bag down on a chair. "I've got my play clothes on underneath. I'll just change quickly."

"Fine, fine," Debbie said. While she spoke, my eyes locked on her erection. It was as big as mine and slightly thicker. "What shall I call you?"

"Whatever you like," I told her as I pulled my shirt off. I kicked my shoes off quickly and began undoing my belt. "I've always liked the name Stacy. But if you want to call me something else or just slut or slave or..."

"Mmmmm," Debbie cooed. She took a sip off of a drink and rolled her head slightly as I dropped my pants. The small lace panties couldn't even begin to hold my erection back. I laid my clothes on the chair and quickly pulled out the dress. As I pulled it over my head, Debbie sat straight up on the couch and declared, "I will call you cumslut. And probably faggot. And sissy. And cunt." As she spoke, her voice grew more feminine and my cock twitched so hard I thought I was going to shoot.

I sat and pulled the heels on. They jammed my toes into the pointed end and my fingers could barely manage the strap around the ankle. "You will call me Mistress tonight and we will have much fun."

I finished with the shoes and stood to present myself. "Yes, Mistress. How shall I serve you tonight?"

Debbie giggled. "I like your attitude."

I had meant to lay out the ground rules, the boundaries, the safe words. Let her know what I wanted, what I needed. Make it quick, make it fun, get out and never look back. But my mouth had gone dry and I was ruled completely by the hot chemical lust rolling through my veins.