" I wondered if it were a shoplifter you were tending too as I watched you rush off toward the front of the store."All right, dear wife," I snapped my...attention back to you as you moved to stand in my Master's now vacant spot. "As he was saying, you will be dressing the part. That means that tonight, we -- you and I -- will be burning all your undergarments. And we mean all of them."Immediately I began plotting: Not unless I got to them first and hid a pair or two before you got to them. For. . ”This time I knew she knew the word. I thought I’d help her out anyway.“My cock? You saw my cock?”“Yes. Anyone could have seen it. It was so big, and it wasn’t just resting there; it was sticking way out.”“Let me see if I understand this. You say I was standing right here with my pants around my ankles -- like this?” I dropped my pants. She stopped talking and with an open mouth stared at my cock which was fast coming to attention.“Then what happened? I don’t follow. Tell me what you saw.”“I. She will be, against her will, brought to the edge of orgasm. I would bring her to that brink, show her that I knew she was anxious to cum, and then deny her the privilege. Her tits were luscious, the nipples hardened quickly. I started to lick and suck on them. I could see her excitement mounting. I brought my hand to play with her cunt. She shook as much as she could, within the confines of her bounds. She did not like having her body available to me. She hated being captive, being subject. ’ Your fingers are busy, teasing, keeping you on the edge. ‘Thank you, Louise. I’ll be down in ten minutes.’ ‘Miss –‘ ‘One minute, Louise…’ You tease. You squirm. You pinch you clitty. You begin to come. You open your mouth. You want to groan, but you remain silent. It’s such a nice, naughty orgasm. Risky. And you like taking risks. You squeeze your legs together, your fingers still between your pussy lips. Then you withdraw your hand, stand, arrange your dress. ‘Come in, please.’ Louise opens.