Even there I have pepper spray in my bag, and I carry a Tiger Lady in each hand when I go to or from the parking lot.” I’d heard of the Tiger Lady...self-defense weapon, a handheld device that extended small, sharp claws between the fingers when squeezed in your fist, like a miniature version of the Marvel comics ‘Wolverine’ character. It sounded pretty scary to me, but who knew how effective it would be against someone in a blind rage.“You’re carrying now?” The concept didn’t bother me; I too. Stunned, I put my arms around her and hugged her tight, feeling her young firm body pressed against me, feeling it shake as she sobbed. As she started to calm down, the story came out accented and between sobs, how she had got stuck behind locked doors, unable to get anywhere, panicking, and claustrophobia kicking in. She had her phone, but didn't know who to call. How she thought I had gone, as I had not answered her shouts or her knocking. I stood there hugging her, smelling her perfume, and. I will expect total obedience from you otherwise you will be punished. Now, go get dressed in the clothes I laid out on your bed, we are going out.”“Yes, Daddy,” I replied as I rose on quivering legs and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Daddy had laid out a very short denim skirt and black tank top on my bed. I was confused to see that there was no panties or a bra for me to put on. I slid the skirt on, it was so short that it barely covered the bottom of my ass. The shirt was tight and. Their weak husbands, under-endowed, submissive, cross-dressing, sissy, cocksucking husbands that didn't satisfy their wives. And wow! How I loved those stories. They were exciting, taboo and so close to my own life. Except, of course, for the bit about cheating. Rebecca would never cheat on me.Why would I worry? She would hold me as we lay in bed and say to me that she didn't want me to leave her, to sleep with another woman. I thought it was a lingering doubt from the revelation of me dressing.