MAGIC PANTIES ....Having my Dominant Mistress living next door can be both a blessing and a curse. I am always close enough to enjoy her attentions, but not far enough away to escape her devilish sense of humor. Last weekend is an example. Lynn asked me to barbecue for some of her friends. I was waiting for the coals to get hot. Lynn asked me if my tension headaches still bothered me? Earlier in the week she had used hypnosis to help defer anxiety. It had worked, and I told her so. Then she held up a pair of panties. I gasped! They were pink with lacy trim, and on the front was embroirded the word "sissy." I felt my face flushed, my mouth became dry and I was painfully aware of being very excited. "Do you like them?" I couldn't speak! "I... I... yes!" I murmured, unable to take my eyes off them. She broke my heart when she said they were for a special client of hers. "But I suppose you could try them on if you really want to." I quickly stripped right there in the kitchen. My hands trembled as I slid the wispy thong up my legs. Lynn laughed, pointing to my erection tenting the pretty lace crotch. "Remember our last tension headache therapy session?" She asked me. I answered "yes and no." I knew we'd had one, but I couldn't recall anything about it. She giggled almost evilly. "I showed you those panties then and told you they were magical, making you totally passive and feminine. You are going to be my helpless sissy slave!" I could feel my masculine pride melting from the heat of those precious panties. "Yes ma'am." I answered quietly. Her guest's enjoyed the barbecue. They were surprised and amused to be served by Lynn's neighbor wearing a sexy maids costume and heels, happily panty-trained.