The Tale of the Panty Thief Phonesex

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The Korean dry-cleaning lady was going on a rampage. She stood all of five foot nothing and looked like she fell off a dime store charm bracelet but at that moment, with her rage level reaching critical I wager she could have easily went the distance in a UFC cage. Now, don’t get me wrong being the personal assistant and closest confident to Rhianna Knight, the premier fetish mistress on the West Coast has afforded me with a very glamourous life, loaded with body shattering orgasms and of course closets filled with all the yummy clothes a sissy-slut queen like me could ask for, but getting screamed at by Mrs. Livingston’s evil twin was not one of them….

“Hey you,” she shouted, “you tell Lianna she dirty girl! Dirty girl!”

“Bitch, you don’t know the half of it,” I said as I stepped outside nearly tipping over under the weight of Rhi’s massive dry-cleaning pick-up. Ah well, I thought, life can’t be all happy chocolates, Manolo Blahnik high heels and doubled-ended dildos. 

“Good morning this morning,” I said walking into Rhi’s condo.

“It is I, Emma and I come bearing gifts of dry-leaning.”

Rhianna waved her “hello” as she sipped her morning – or in her case mid- afternoon coffee.

“I just made some French Roast Em, help yourself,” Rhianna said as she tucked her pretty little feet under her perfect body.

She was wearing her standard post bath attire, a luxuriously soft pink robe and these adorable matching slippers, the sort of thing Jean Harlow might rock if she was around today.

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. “What the hell,” Rhi said, “who can that be, you have to be buzzed in to get up here.”

My mind immediately had a picture of one of her annoying neighbors asking to borrow a tampon or something.

(Incidentally, being a … ahem, lady like myself but not having to ride the crimson wave every month was worth major points in the sissy slut plus column.)

“I’ll get it,” I said. When I opened the door the hallway was empty, save for a small package on the floor right outside the door.

“It’s addressed to me,” Rhi said.

“That’s funny since nobody but you has this address.”

She carefully opened the package and then said, “A pair of surgical gloves, quick!”

Now, with blue rubber gloves on both of her hands she removed a Ziploc bag from the box containing a pair of what looked like silk panties.

“These are … mine,” Rhi said, and look, she pointed to several stains, “UGH…it’s cum.”

“There’s a note,” I said looking into the box.

“Read it.”

I cleared my throat, and with a shaking hand read aloud:

“Dear Mistress Rhianna,

I have traveled great distances to fulfill a dream. A dream to session with you, a true mistress of fetish. I beg you, please be my guide in the realm of the erotic.Signed, The Panty Thief.”

After finishing the letter I looked over at Rhi, whose face never betrayed her emotions. “Well, what do you think?”

She glanced over at me and said, “The security in this joint leaves a lot to be desired.” And then, “C’mon Em, we got some work to do now.”

“Work?”

“Uh-huh, we have to prepare for my session with the Panty Thief.”

To Be Continued.

 

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