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I smile knowingly as we exit his building and the strong, confident, executive I married, becomes the weak little boy I know him to be in My presence. I like to start our afternoon out with a nice leisurely lunch at a posh downtown hotel.
I love slipping off my high-heeled shoe and pressing my stockinged foot in between his legs under the cover of the long white tablecloth. He momentarily stops cracking My crab claws while trying to regain his composure. “Is My little cock getting hard already?” I ask him gently. He blushes, and stammers, “Yes, Ma’am.” I know that his stocking fetish is one of his greatest weaknesses.
As he pays for lunch, I can see how excited My cuckold husband gets at the thought of selecting My lingerie for My date with My lover tonight.
By the time we enter the lingerie boutique, I know he’s aching painfully. Almira, my personal shopper, has already hung the latest fall lingerie fashion in our private fitting room, but Randall is my “lady” in waiting. I unzip his pants, letting them drop to his ankles, and slide his pink satin panties down a bit, revealing his raging, yet tiny erection. ” I have a little something for your..little something,” I tell him. I pull out his chastity device, gently fitting it around his cock and balls.
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He sucks his breath in sharply at the sound of the key turning in the miniature lock. It’s the sound that denotes the undeniable finality of his predicament.
He undresses Me, tenderly, kissing My neck and My shoulder, unbuttoning My blouse, revealing My full breasts in My lace demi-cup Felina bra. Designer lingerie is one of My favourite indulgences.
I love observing his wistful expression, as he adjusts My straps and tightens My corsets, knowing that another man will be removing them later. “Do you think My new lover will enjoy this corset?” I ask him, giving him a coy smile. “Yes ma’am”, he says quietly, as his tiny cock presses against his chastity cage.
As we make our way to the register, my darling cuckold husband pulls out his wallet to pay for my new lingerie- lingerie that will be coming off later tonight while I’m with my lover. I kiss him on the forehead while relieving him of the rest of his cash. “You’d better get back to work darling and make Me some more money.
I may want to go to the Caribbean with this one.” A blush creeps over his face all the way to the tips of his ears, as he looks down at the cashier’s hands and says, “Yes, Ma’am.” Then off to the mall we go, where My cuckold husband dutifully follows me around, carrying My bags, and as he does in so many ways, making sure I have My heart’s desire.
Did she leave you home alone tonight to wonder what she’s been up to? I have a few ideas.