Marla Doesn't Appear

Lisa walked shyly up to the mansion's oak door. Her head was down, her hands were fidgeting. Just what was about to happen to her? When she reached the door she rang the door bell. Then she waited.

And waited. And waited.

Initially she thought it was just taking awhile, but the time after she rang the doorbell seemed to stretch on and on. The entire time her mind was left to wander. What was going to happen when she opened the door? Would she even be allowed back out afterwards? What if she changed her mind?

But, the seconds just kept on ticking on and on. Where was Marla? Was this some kind of frank on her?

Lisa considered ringing the doorbell again, but shuddered at the thought that it might anger the dominant woman. Maybe Marla didn't know she was here? But, that thought was absurd. She'd been let in through the front gate.

Perhaps this was all some kind of test? Lisa didn't know.

All she knew was that it felt like she'd been standing her, squirming in her uncomfortably wet panties, for an eternity. She hadn't brought her phone our of her car, so she couldn't even check the time. For all she knew she could have been standing here for an hour.

Lisa whimpered softly to herself. This was ****...

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