In response to a number of requests I am writing this short story deflated disappointed and frustrated. I had been waiting for a phone call from my supposedly new Mistress Samantha. Excitement apprehension tension had built up and slowly disappeared. Eventually I decided to get my makeup on selecting my sexiest lingerie blonde medium length wig black see through blouse and black pencil skirt finally slipping into my 5"high heels satisfied that if I should see Samantha which is what I intended to do she would be pleased with how I looked. Carefully checking no one about went outside the sound my heels seeming excessively loud hastily got into car. It was only a short drive to her house. I didn't really have a plan. Thinking I might even knock on her door. I was there then I saw it a large red sign saying house sold. I probably could make up a 100 different stories as to what might have happened. Somehow my heart just not in it. 😥