Tonight, You Will

Yes, you should be on your knees for this. Definitely. That's what you like isn't? To serve me? To submit? To be my little bitch?

You look awful cute in that chemise, although it does keep falling down your left shoulder doesn't it? Too bad you don't have actual tits to hold it up. That's okay, we can pretend. I mean, I know you pretend all the time. But I will pretend with you tonight.

Can't pretend your cute little matching tap pants aren't a disaster, though. All that slickery precum ... you must really get turned on by these games. Making me dinner. Giving me a pedicure while I chat on the phone with my girlfriends. Painting my nails. Painting your nails.

Oh, and of course, wearing our matching lingerie.

I do wonder why you would get pink for yourself and blue for me. Seems backwards. But, then, I never would have thought my husband dressing like a slut was normal. I still don't, you little pervert.

But I have learned to appreciate the benefits. Like the three orgasms you just gave me with your tongue. And my magic green friend. And the fact that I haven't had to give you a blowjob for years now.

Of course, I do enjoy sucking on your little friend before I ride you. But that's for my enjoyment.

I wonder what D---- would say if she knew that while she and I were catching up, you were on your knees, being my little slave? Dressed like a slut? With red toenails to match mine? Would you like me to tell her?

I did almost a couple times, you know. Good thing I didn't have a third glass of wine. I think she'd be jealous. I'd bet she has enjoyed this kind of game with her boyfriends in the past. She's a wild one. Wilder than I ever thought I'd be.

Maybe I will let you live out your little fantasy next time she comes to town. Dress you in one of your padded bras and a thong. Let you be our bartender and waiter.

Alright, take those panties down and let's see your little cock. Be careful to not fling any of that disgusting precum on the floor. Look at your little dick. It's practically screaming! And while I won't say your balls look blue, the way you've been moving tonight, shows that they are a little ... fuller than normal?

What's it been? A month?

And you swear you didn't sneak one out in the shower? Not at all?

Hmmmm ...

Use your left hand and run your fingers on the underside of that not-so-large penis. Enjoy the feeling of it leaking. No, not hard, just soft little strokes.

Oh, look at you! Little strings of precum coming out! Catch it with you other finger! That's it. Swirl it around. Get it all.

Good boy.

Rub it on your nipples. Look how hard they are. I know it's not just the night air, is it? Is it cuz the curtains are open? Maybe.

Play with your little titties, now. Use the lube on your right finger to circle around each of those nipples. Hmmm ... I would probably like to suck it off, just like you like to suck it off my tits. The precum is so sweet!

That's it, around and around. Left finger back and forth on your tiny cock. Right finger doing circles. Don't you love how your nipples feel as the precum dries?

Yes, I know I tell you it's the perfect size. And it is. Sort of. I can fit you all the way in my mouth and it's long enough inside my wet pussy. But I've had bigger. I've had fuckings that left me feeling full. Stretched. Fulfilled. Cocks that I remember to this day.

Of course, I love you and that goes a long way toward my emotional satisfaction.

But sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked by an animal cock!

Okay, leave your little friend alone for a minute and start playing with your titties. Both hands. Squeeze. Pinch. Squeeze. Pretend they're good solid c-cups. Although, little pervert that you are, you probably wish they were d-cups.

Gyrate your hips, sweetie. Do a little dance for me.

Now, roll your nipples between your fingers. Pinch them hard. Fucking harder! I pinch them harder than that during foreplay. Don't be a sissy.

That's better.

Better.

But not great.

Stay on your knees and lean over to pull your belt out of your pants. Good. Bend over on all fours. See ... if you were a real girl, your boobs would be swinging around. Like you love to watch. Go ahead and try. Give a little wiggle. Pretend you have huge d-cup tits and swing them around to get me horny!

What the hell was that? Wiggle like a stripper, bitch!

Jesus, we are going to have to work on you getting comfortable with your body. I know you don't actually have tits but if you're going to dress like this for me, you're going to have to get better at pretending. Be who you are you dumb slut.

Turn around so I can see your cute ass. Good. Now, you're going to spank your ass with the belt as punishment for not actually pinching your nipples hard when I told you to. I think ten times should be good enough. But I warn you, don't test me. I want to see red marks after the very first one. You don't want me to tell you to use the buckle end. Or to whip other, dangly parts of your anatomy.

Do it good, and I won't punish you any further. And you may get a reward.

Well?

What are you waiting for?

Spank that ass you dumb slut?

Good.

And say thank you.

That one was a little soft, make up for it.

One last one, make it count!

All right you little perv, put the belt down and crawl over here. Take my martinI glass and go back to your little spot. No, crawl. Use your teeth to carry it. Jesus, your little dick has all the blood so there's nothing in your brain?

Okay, bitch, set the glass beneath your little friend and go back to playing with yourself. But don't jerk it like a boy. Be like a girl. Rub your thighs. And your tummy. Reach behind and smooth your hands over your sore ass. Play with those tits again. Good. Touch yourself everywhere but your little clit.

Close your eyes.

I know you want to look at my beautiful tits and shaved pussy some more. And you will. But for now I want you to close your eyes. And think about ...

Doing this, exactly what we're doing, in front of me ... and C----

Maybe a whole room of my friends?

Yes, I know you think you would like that.

I'd pimp out that magical tongue of yours. Make enough to buy myself something pretty. And then, when you cum, I'd let them feed it to you from their hands.

Open your eyes long enough to make sure that little string of precum falls in my martinI glass.

Good.

Close 'em again.

Think about being on your knees dressed like this only this time, instead of a room full of my friends, it's just a couple of them. And their husbands. We've made a trade, I fuck the men and the girls do whatever they want to degrade you. Abuse you. Humiliate you.

Men with big, thick cocks. Men who get off fucking, not licking. These men treat me like a woman. They don't want to be a woman. Not like my pathetic sissy husband who hasn't cum in a month just because I told him not to.

Oooh ... that thought must turns you on! Look at the big glob of precum!

Squeeze it into the glass.

Close your eyes again, little bitch.

So, you like to think about me fucking other guys ... would you like it if I went and sucked one off in a bar bathroom? Then came and give you a big kiss? Or if I went out with some girlfriends and texted you updates all night about the boys I danced with? And kissed? And let feel me up? And took to the parking lot and fucked?

In the glass, you perv.

Or would you prefer to be there with me? On your knees in some sleazy motel room while I gang bang three or four men? Men with big cocks? And they cum all over my face and tits? With you dressed like a real whore and on your knees watching?

Take two fingers and lightly play with your cock.

You would lick me clean, wouldn't you? Lick all that cum off of me? I know you would pretend that you're doing it because I hadn't let you cum in a month and it's the only way I would let you get off. You would pretend you're eating cum, other men's cum, to prove how much you love me. To degrade yourself as completely as possible. To prove your devotion to me.

Stroke a little faster but keep your grip light. You do not want to cum before I tell you you may.

Maybe that's all true. But I think we both know the underneath truth. The same reason you fantasize about me making you clean up your own mess. I mean, jesus, I just whisper in your ear that i'm gonna make you lick it up and you pop like a fucking champagne cork.

The question is, why?

Give your clitty a break and go back to playing with those nipples. And smack your ass a few times.

Sexy.

I think if I had a room full of guys, you'd happily suck them for me to fuck. We'd be like super heroes. You'd suck 'em and i'd fuck 'em.

I think if I had a room full of guys and I got too sore from their giant cocks, you'd happily let them fuck your face like a trailer trash slut with zero self esteem. You'd let them cum down your throat like a brainless fuck toy.

Stop playing with yourself and look at me.

Look at my tits.

Look at my feet and my hands.

Look at my legs.

Now, look at my eyes.

You shared the fantasy of me "making" you clean up your cum. And I have enjoyed it the fantasy. But you never actually do it. Why not?

You also shared the fantasy of me "making" you wear lingerie and now ... well, now you own exactly one pair of boxers for when you go to the doctor.

So, I have to wonder, am I doing something wrong? Should I be better at making you lick up your cum? Am I not a good enough wife?

So I asked P---- about it and she assured me I wasn't doing anything wrong. There's nothing wrong with me.

Yes, that's right, P---- knows you're a pervert. She always has. Ever since she saw your thong one night while you were making dinner. Don't worry about it. She loves you.

And she says there's nothing wrong with you either. And, believe me, she knows a thing or two about perverts.

So, now, we're at a crossroad. You've shared a fantasy with me about us wearing matching panties. And bras. And negligées. And I did. And we do, all the time. And I really like it.

And now, you've shared another fantasy and we've been talking about it for so long that I, actually, want to make happen for real. I want to watch you prove to me that you will do anything I ask. I want to watch you prove to me that your submissiveness extends beyond your orgasm. That you really do worship me.

Because, you know what? I wouldn't mind a good fuck from a fat cock once in a while. But only if I know that what you really want is to please me. To prove to me how much you love me.

Start stroking.

So, you're going to spurt into that martinI glass and you aren't going to miss a drop.

And then, if you truly want to be my submissive-sex-toy-wanna-be-lesbian-sissy-girlfriend, you're going to pick the glass up, raise a cheers to me, and drink it down. Trust me, if you chicken out, you will still be drinking that cum, only I'll be pissed and it won't be pleasant.

I'll be pissed because it means that you're just another selfish guy who never follows through on his promises. That you don't really love me. And I'll be stuck with mr average-dicklette for the rest of my life.

And believe me, sissy, after P---- and talked about it, I really do want you to want me to fuck a big cock. I really do want you to want me to make you suck it and get it hard for me. I really do want you to want me to make you lick his cum off my tits and stomach an—

That's it, baby! Cum for me! Fuck that's a lot! All in the glass! Good girl! Good girl!

Now, quick, drink it down. Trust me you want it warm.

Oh, thank you, baby! I knew you really loved me. Come over here and give me another orgasm with that magic tongue.