" I want you in the gym, every morning, 7am. You need ta bleed off some aggression, punch something in there." Yes, Sir."The phone rings before I give...him another restriction."Peter, sweetheart, which do you like more, yellow or green?" Hey, Barb. For what?" Dinner dresses."I look at the phone before I answer that. "I don't really care?" Oh, just pick one. I don't want to buy both and I can't decide between them." Call Beth." She can't decide either. She's going to buy the other one." Put Beth. This was my first official day with my new title of, the cuck. This was our first day with Doug being, the husband, and I was looking forward to seeing what changes this made to our already exciting lives. I took their coffee to their bedroom and knocked on the door. I was summoned in, a minute later to see Sara with the sheet pulled up to her neck. “Good morning cuck,” Sara smiled, “I see that you have an erection, you know that will mean a punishment, don’t you?” I placed their coffee on. Often in the past she’d wanted to keep the lights off and the blinds closed before she took off a stitch of clothing. ‘Do you want me to close the blinds?’ I asked. ‘No, leave them open,’ she purred. ‘I don’t care if anyone can see.’ This was indeed a new side of Gina I’d never had the joy of discovering… It was so deliciously wicked to watch her movements, to feel her lips exploring my body once again. How many times had we done this before? Hundreds, maybe thousands (who kept count?). But. As we walked in together the selection was amazing I always did love Ann Summers and every outfit I saw just made me imagine what my Mistress would look like dressed in it and then how I would rip it off her and fuck her all night and day.My Mistress told me to choose five of my favourite for her to wear she would then pick just one of them five but I would not be allowed to know which one till tonight. So I walked around slowly with my Mistress carefully picking my fiveThe first I choose was.