"Be Careful What You Wish For" series, not all fantasies should become reality (erotic, chastity, or even tg, not sure where this one belongs)
"…So let me get this straight, you'd like to lock your cock away in a tiny device, maybe dress up like my maid, and have me cheat on you too? You're seriously messed up; you know that Gary?" my wife Jessica's soft sexy voice chides. Her words were soft and understanding though, delivered with a smile, so not near as harsh as her verbiage alone might suggest. She also knows I'm a kinky soul, I've hardly made a secret of it; and as we've aged and sex is a bit less frequent for us, my kink level has actually gone up. Truth be told I've also rubbed off on her in this regard over the years; that's no secret either.
"It sounds really bad when you say it like that Jessica," I tell my rather perfect wife. This was pillow talk for us, but also her time of the month, so the proverbial playground was officially closed for a few more days; then who knows, maybe some-something will come up at the office again and she'll be busy. I perhaps could have asked for oral, but only one of us was in the oral-giving business, with extraordinarily rare exceptions, and this wasn't one of them. Bearing all this - and a bit more - in mind, my suggestions for both a key-locked emasculation, and another lover for her were playfully offered, all as I tried to stroked myself off while laying on my back next to her in bed, she looking over at me while laying on her side, cheek to palm.
"She's bored with you Gary, bored with this life too; do I even need to point this out?" my sometimes cruel inner voice observes. That voice of mine is right obviously, but I'm truthfully trying not to see this for what it is, an ostrich with his head in the sand, you could argue..
I have a bit of a kept secret here myself though, an event that happened while out solo-hiking a few months earlier changed the way I looked at several things; one that didn't end up being a solo-event by the time it was all over. I have a bit of lingering guilt over that, even though no other woman was involved; anyway it's a long story filled with several "firsts" that left me questioning several things that I thought I knew about myself, not to mention an odd taste for something new and taboo…
"It's a fantasy, Babe! Could you just go with it, to help me get off, so I can sleep?" I ask in a near-pathetic whine. "I was getting soooo close too!" I tell myself. She's soooo sexy, but so out of reach lately too.
"Alright then: we'd gotten a bit behind on the bills due to your overspending on nonsense items, and during our lunch together a friend at work suggested working part-time as a domestic, a maid to be exact, as it was a good way to earn extra cash. Good ones were in high demand these days specifically, and as a result they could bring in a fair low-investment side-hustle wage, if one didn't mind humbling oneself and doing such things for others. Such could obviously be a bit demeaning depending on the uniform, depending on one's customers and all of that too I suppose, so not really for me at this stage of my career."
"I told him that I appreciated his suggestion, but obviously not for myself as I shut him down cold, as based on both his eyes and tone he was getting himself all worked up just thinking about your's truly all costumed up and playing at being a maid, his maid specifically, even though I'm a 'married woman.' He and I actually have a playful flirting banter like this when others aren't around though; and as both you and he well know, I'm not exactly the kind of girl to call HR to log a complaint. You've already met him by the way, Gary, at the Christmas party. Do you remember Kevin, the new man from the legal department?"
"'Married woman?' Gary, when has she ever strung those two words together without a third, as in 'happily married woman?'" My inner voice full of suspicions and threatening to derail a good orgasm by erotic-story for myself.
"Yeah, 'Kevin the stud,' I remember him well," I tell her in a husky voice, stroking my pole while discussing another man, one my wife flirts with at work. I disregard the obvious and try to focus on that prize for myself; that delicious long overdue orgasm, so I can maybe get to sleep before midnight. This Kevin's a real flesh and blood man though, and while he was nice enough to me at the party - nothing overtly demeaning that one could call out - his eyes and slight smirk both told me that I just didn't measure up to the fox that I was somehow married to; in his not so humble opinion anyway. I also remember the unrepentant way his eyes followed Jessica's body in that little form-fitting holiday dress she wore that night, as if he owned her - or would maybe like to - except for the husband she was stuck with.
I can see it all in my closed eyes, dancing to a slow song, and still another as I and some others sat at the table and pretended to have cordial conversations, each of us looking at the dancefloor though. The conversation was intended to keep me in my seat, so Kevin and my sexy wife could dance together, really so I'd have to watch them dance together.
I don't generally believe in large and complex conspiracies, but looking back on that a bit I suspect that there was some of that going on that night, although other than to twist up my cuckold kink I didn't see the purpose at the time. Such also maybe implied that others in the office knew about that, maybe wished to make something that was an unwise fantasy turn into reality maybe…
Anyway, later that night her eyes were just so alive with lust, she was so horned up on that drive home that we pulled over and went at it, parking and making out like we were teens again, with me pulling her panties to the side and then going down on her hot and squishy little box, making her cum like she hadn't in months. She had her fists wrapped in my long hair, pretty much roughly using me like a human sex toy to get herself off to several very noisy climaxes, windows fogged opaque from the inside. But back in the here and now, in a rather notable "get me off" story deviation, both this Kevin, and that particular party-event were very real, and not part of any fantasy scenario. She's introduced him as a romantic interest in a sly fashion here though, where other verbal fantasies she's used to get me off avoid the romantic element completely; so really just sex. Such was foolish of me as well, because as a teen it might just be sex, but at this age we are now it's never "just sex."
"Do you remember why you had to make excuses for not making proper love to Jessica in the backseat that night Gary, why you couldn't reclaim her from Mr. Wonderful? You never actually told her that you came off in your boxers like an undersexed teen just fantasizing about Kevin taking your Jessica into one of the dark back offices that night, that you didn't actually accidentally splash yourself while washing your hands in the restroom; did you Gary?" my snarky inner voice asks.
"Do you think either of the older ladies sitting left and right of you that night smelled your fresh cum Gary, saw your expression-change and recognized it for what it was?"
"I didn't tell her, as you well know, and I didn't really think all that much about the ladies catching on to my little 'accident' either." I answer in my mind, my cock as hard and ready for sex as it's ever been with such thoughts and humiliations racing around in my conflicted brain. "What if they did notice, WHAT IF I WAS THE TALK OF THE OFFICE BECAUSE OF THAT?"
"Well, 'Kevin the stud,' as you so aptly named him, has a nice new home up in the hills now, and he even finds himself single once again too; nobody seems to be able to pin that man down. So Kevin actually needs a maid now, at least a part-time one to help around his big home, and for when he has parties. He's invited me to the next one by the way, but as his 'no-rings' official date, not as a friend or coworker this time, although this of course leads to 'what exactly do Kevin and I do with you?' I could obviously leave you home with an endless list of chores, have you clean OUR home like MY maid, orrrr… Anyway, since you've told me often enough that I need a new boyfriend, and that I could do better than you - something that I've recently shared with Kevin by the way, during our long flirting lunches together - he came up with a fun little suggestion for a way YOU could earn some extra cash, while I try out the boyfriend-experience that you've been pushing for."
"You didn't really tell him all that?" I ask, the apprehension obvious in my voice.
"I'm on a roll here, don't interrupt!" Jessica cautions, as if to a toddler that's trying one's patience. This not only tells me she's into this hot little story here, but that she's also been thinking about Kevin in the real-world too; so a little good, a little bad. It's a cuckold-fantasy for me, but there are also real-world cuckold-curiosities about her actually doing it, actually stepping out with another man; even though this is a for-real "be careful what you wish for" kind of thing. Her new tone as well firmly establishes that she's something just a bit more than I am, which is something I've not only known all along, but also encouraged; so perhaps this is something she's finally seeing for herself.
…Objectively Kevin has a lot to offer, he has the wealth that hotshot new company lawyers sometimes have - the cockyness too - to be fair here he's truthfully quite witty, handsome, and masculine too, the whole proverbial man-package. The only downfall that I know about is his tastes in the women he ordinarily gravitates towards; as in they're far more like very pretty Barbie dolls, rather than women of substance that one can have an intellectual conversation with, or for that matter any conversation that doesn't revolve around fashion, the latest trends in manicures and makeup, or perhaps even mindless reality shows. Not to say that sex with something like that might not be fun - it surely would be - but afterwards, when a man is at his low, his tolerance for such nonsense would also be low. My wife has even playfully teased him about such, or so she's told me, and honestly, coming back to the last Christmas party "incident" - with me popping off in my shorts like a perv with others at the table - the two made an obviously handsome couple out on that dance floor; something others noticed too…
Was there a tiny bit of embarrassment in that, hearing several half-drunk party-goers observe in soft tones that my wife and Kevin looked very good and natural dancing tight up against each other, her in her form-fitting bright holiday dress, and he in a jacket with an open-neck shirt, less tie; looking into each other's eyes like they were lovers, their steps in perfect harmony? You bet there was! That look they shared did something for me too though, but likely not what it would have done to a more "normal" jealous and possessive husband. This was also her office though, her coworkers and bosses were there, and her paycheck even eclipsed my own now, and had for several years; so even if I was furious - which I wasn't - I'd dare not make a scene out of self-preservation. She never rubbed the paycheck thing in my face or anything, but still it's not something to make a man feel extra masculine either…
"Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, since Kevin needs a maid anyway, as he so playfully whispered in my ear to remind me back at the party, after meeting you; your long hair and slight build, my husband, draws him to the natural conclusion that you'd make 'us' an awesome maid… it's really most fitting. You could earn some extra bill-paying cash that way, with Kevin being your other employer, and it would both keep you busy during the party, and afterwards too… if of course such became necessary."
"Oh, she is soooo hitting almost all of my kink-buttons here, except for that bit about confiding in 'Mr. Perfect' Kevin that she needs a boyfriend, that part was a bit personal and close to home. Anyway, it did have the effect of holding me off though, and did this mean that my rather perceptive wife actually knew what she was doing here, pacing her 'fabricated' story to help me achieve the ultimate teasing self-inflicted orgasm? A few more interrelated subjects woven into her fictitious story - with several uncomfortable real-world additional elements, and I'd either cum or go madd, most especially with that ultra-seductive tone she's now using." I tell myself.
"He'd naturally want 'assurances' from his new employee that your 'little-man' bump wouldn't make itself accidentally known beneath your snug little maid's uniform dress, so as to spoil the faux-feminine effect for his guests. So maybe I'd go way out on a wobbly little limb here, suggest to him one of those metallic micro-chastity devices that we've talked about, as a possibly solution; one of the real expensive custom ones with the numbered keys, to keep you flat-fronted and feminine looking in your little uniform dress for the whole night? Maybe… maybe if I whispered into Kevin's ear with the exact same offering-tone I'm using on you right now, maybe he'd even pay for it himself, make the long-term investment as part of your official uniform for him, really for both of us?"
"Deep down you'd like to serve us like that, wouldn't you Babe? All dressed up, and locked up too I suppose, just watching from afar without the ability to interfere? I wonder if your identity as my husband would remain a secret, or would your faux-emasculation be a more public thing, everybody at the party eventually in on the secret, whispering behind your back that you used to be a husband, my husband, as hard as that is to believe dressed and presented as you are? You'd be emasculated and watching, watching Kevin and I looking into each other's eyes just like we did on the dancefloor, when he first proposed this little repurposing of your talents, your natural ability to serve others in such humility." She further taunts. I feel like this is a graduate course in the art of verbal seduction, and I'm like her class project, the sub-human specimen standing there for inspection and study… and perhaps even dissection.
"As unnatural as this sounds, this is almost everything I've ever fantasized about, all in a single scenario scene, right here invading our marital bed, from Jessica's seductive lips to my painfully hard cock, via my left ear. She's so damn sexy like this I can't think straight, time of the month and all, but this also proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's listened over the years to the deep self-destructive kink that's lurking in my soul, trying to get out and wreak havoc on our marriage in the real world. It's a bit scary when somebody knows you almost better than you know yourself, knows what you think you need to be complete, to help you have that nirvana-like event that you literally dream about, get yourself off too as well. I've long since reprogrammed my twisted brain, and stories like these perpetually reconfirm the programming; her proposed infidelity is now my aphrodisiac, which leads to sensational "eyes-rolled" self-inflicted orgasms. But, I also fear in the very back of my mind that stories of such things alone will one day no longer 'do-it' for us, that It'll require the real and dangerous thing instead…
"He'd retain the keys in such a case obviously - at least until your satisfactory service to both him and his guests paid back that investment - so it would legally be his, his property, even though it encapsulated what I consider my property; hell, he could even draw up a contract that said as much. Imagine that, signing away your manhood, literal access to your guy parts, all to the man that surely wants me in his bed with him… and his own ,free to use' man parts. Maybe if you were very obedient though, going above and beyond merely facilitating Kevin and I spending some extended quality time alone together, maybe he'd give the keys back a bit early, if of course I felt like pleading your case to him; which to be honest likely wouldn't happen."
"You could perhaps beg him yourself though, grovelling on your knees before him, pleading for the simple mercy of being able to handle your own pathetic male member, all to spank your little self off to the thought of Kevin taking me to his bed, making proper love to me there. I'd be intentionally noisy too you know, so that any overnight guests could hear and know what was relay going on, as you yourself would. Might Kevin and I set the condition that you could stroke yourself off, but only after you suck one or more of the guests off, trading orgasm for orgasm? Think you could actually suck cock Gary, if it meant getting off yourself? That might be especially amusing for me to watch this time, queuing up for your services as you knelt there in the center of the room with your hungry mouth open, perhaps even with your wrists bound behind your back."
"Or, to avoid such a humbling human desert, maybe you could instead promise to do literally anything our dirty minds could dream up, open-ended and without limit, those keys held as collateral until we were satisfied with your efforts. Or, you could just promise to obediently behave and not get in our way going forward, in perpetuity, and maybe you'd even sincerely try to do so for the kink factor alone. But then again, what if I decided that I liked being on handsome Kevin's arm, that this was no simple boyfriend-experience for me; then maybe some other - more permanent - arrangement might have to be made; keys can be misplaced you know?"
Teasing the size of my guy parts, nullifying my very masculinity in 'forcing' me to dress up as their maid. Locking my masculinity in a tiny custom metal chastity device so it all but disappeared in a pair of panties, also so nobody under any circumstance could use it for its intended purpose - including myself for some solo-sexual relief - all with "Mr. Perfect" Kevin in possession of the only keys. The Christmas party's humiliation, twice over with the slow dancing and my untimely premature-orgasm, all were things that shouldn't sexually excite any husband ever, in addition to having everybody in a position over me as the only house-maid, further humbling me; it was all just too much for my horned-up needy brain.
So anyway I CAME! And when I say that I came, I mean like a teenager on his first date getting a backseat handjob, like it flew five feet into the air, it was explosive and intense, and it landed pretty much right back on me with a splat, on my chest and face, some even getting in my eye. I was ashamed to admit it, but it was like the most intense orgasmic release that I ever remember, and I owed it all to a cocky single lawyer that was hot for my highly desirable wife, and of course her sadistic imagination, and even her skills at telling an erotic story that uniquely pushed my sexual buttons.
"WOW!" was my sexy wife's one word observation. We've been having sex much less often these last few months, scheduling conflicts, work busyness on her end leaving her getting home late, and then most certainly not in the mood far more often than she was; so really I've been going mostly without lately. That being said, I don't think I've cum like that since I was a teen; and she damn well knows this. I've also told her something about myself here, cause and effect ammunition, should she wish to use it; something much better left to my own dark thoughts, or even tied up in the woods for another's exploitation…
"I had two more elements to this story that I really wanted to get in, but you came a bit early for that, 'quick-draw'," Jessica observes in a snarky tone; a disappointed tone too one could even say. You couldn't call this ultra-intense orgasm anything but a smashing success from my breathless point of view, but her words have also excited my natural curiosities as to what specific fantasy element was missing, as it seemed the perfect "get-me-off" fictional story to me; certainly it was successful…
I tell her quite honestly that I don't know how she could possibly make it any better, but I can see that it's bothering her not to finish the story too. She's like that sometimes, like a dog with a bone, she simply doesn't like to let go of a good idea; at work or even at home. Such knowledge for me comes at an implied price though - not a first for me either - but to her credit she takes a big scoop of the cum that has my left eye closed protectively, and she sticks it into her own mouth and makes a big show of not only eating it, but licking her finger clean as if this was some sort of sweet desert. I've had such a desert myself recently, twice in the same day actually, and to be sure it wasn't near as bad as I thought it might be.
She then feeds me scoop after scoop, and I lick her fingers clean like a dog, so nothing even remotely masculine on my end. I'm sated and relaxed, and my mind should therefore be back in analytical mode, but the cum-taste on my tongue instead brings me back to the woods, and Henry the hot-body teenager easily dominating me there, making me pay for my freedom in a most un-manly way, and also pretty much owning me in the process. I was willingly-unwilling, if that makes any sense, and here again with my rather perfect wife in our marital bed, my curiosity for things I shouldn't want has led me astray.
"Put your hands under your butt Gary, grab your right wrist with your left hand and don't you dare move them, pretend that I have you handcuffed." There's a tone change with those orders, gone is soft and seductive, replaced with a "do this" tone that I surely recognize.
I love the submission of being handcuffed, of being under her control, so I easily do as I'm told, but our relationship has also changed ever so slowly over the years, to one of me more times than not doing what I'm told, usually nicely enough though. We share the house chores somewhat unequally too, but I don't necessarily mind as there's a simple solace in doing repetitive jobs well. This also became a bit more pronounced once her paycheck eclipsed my own with her recent promotion, but other than the subtle nuances of that, she's never thrown the money thing up in my face one single time.
In all fairness, when first married I worked full time, so she could go to school full time, to earn the degree that she now enjoys, and I paid for that too, so in a way I own a very small part of her success. I also know that she can't show any weakness in her new position either, and submitting to her loving lead at home feels very natural and proper anyway, not to mention it being good for her career-wise as such builds confidence. So I've pretty much boosted her confidence at the cost of my own for years, to the extent that I could, and my fear is "here it comes" although I don't know what "it" is just yet. In the back of my mind though I just don't deserve what this magnificent woman has turned herself into, and not just her appearance either, the thinking-intellectual parts are pretty awesome too. All this and a playfully kinky soul to boot; it's really more than any one man deserves…
"Where was I? Oh yeah: Kevin was searching for a name to go with your new feminine maid persona, as 'Gary' obviously just wouldn't do. We actually playfully brainstormed it a bit over our lunches; it was impossibly funny. Or, when I'd walk by his office I'd just peek my head in and say something out of the blue like 'how about Kelly?' and we'd both laugh. I'd do so even if there were people in there, perhaps oblivious to what we were discussing; but really what difference did it make after the Christmas party? Really it might be fun if they weren't, but I really don't care one way or the other if Kevin did share what we were working on together."
"We also collectively came to the conclusion that we were putting all of our proverbial eggs in one pathetically fragile little basket, so we even formed a secondary plan to make you disappear for a bit, if the maid-gig thing didn't work out for any reason; although to be fair it's Kevin's preference for you to be there dressed up and serving not only us, but his friends as well. Having a maid is a serious status symbol you know, as is having somebody like me on your arm as well; a privilege to not only be earned, but validated and re-earned often."
"No lingering humility there Gary! Or shall we just cut to the chase and call you Sally from now on?" my antagonistic inner voice reminds me.
Jessica and I shared a look with that last comment, but her cold stare back at me was unapologetic; she therefore clearly meant exactly what she just said, so this was no casual slip of the tongue. There's a bit more steel in her tone now too, it's more business-like, and way, way less seductive; telling me the seductive tone earlier was perhaps less than genuine. There's a bit of that "I'm actually laughing at you this time Gary, really we all are" tone now, and this too was different; perhaps even indifferent. I think to maybe say that this isn't fun any longer, and I start to actually speak, but she shushed me with both a tone and a wagged finger best used on a small child, as if to say, "I've registered your insignificant concern, little one, but it's not a valid one in the only person's opinion that really matters here." She's therefore exercising her dominance and raw power over me in a slightly cold and sadistic way, and I don't know if I should be proud of her, or afraid of the consequences.
You'd think I'd be hurt by her apparent indifference, but if that's the case why was my guy package trying to go for an almost unheard of round two? I maybe want to stroke it to help it along, but I've also been given instructions to the contrary, and I override my reflexive desires in an attempt to keep my hands obediently under my ass. She sees the turmoil in my eyes and smiles, but it's not exactly a warm smile; more like watching a bug struggle to walk up a window, so not rooting for it's success. This is already a bit weird, even for us, but truthfully things have been a bit different for us since the summer; no time to get away on vacation, go out to dinner, but lots of late nights both out with "work" friends, and at the office too.
Then it gets weirder yet, as she reaches into her nightstand and comes out with an expensive sextoy that I've yet to see; a realistic looking and sized dong to be exact. Now I didn't know she had this thing, but maybe she's been using it to get off with, as we haven't been doing very much of that husband and wife thing lately. It's pretty much my size, so very average; so this isn't some unrealistic "horse-cock" that almost surely would hurt if one tried to get it inside of themselves. I can't imagine she's going to do herself while I watch, especially with what she's presently got going on, but if so I don't think I'd like to watch that if she did…
"Open up you little bitch!" she commands, and I do so on reflex, but only because of the obvious shock value of her surprise toy, and vulgar language too. Something has further changed here, the proverbial gloves are now off and we're deep into obedience mode, as in "do what I tell you, when I tell you!"
"You look good with my cock in your mouth," she tells me crudely, maybe half of this thing inside and nearly up against my throat, and the other half with the molded-in balls and suction cup base sticking out. I look ridiculous I'm sure, but the "open up…" thing is what actually gives me pause, as I once said the exact same thing to her like fifteen years earlier, which seriously pissed her off even though I was joking. It was a lesson learned, as in even though I was eventually forgiven, she's obviously never forgot that either!
"Drop that thing or try to talk and there will be immediate and unpleasant consequences; got that buttercup?"
I hum a kowtowed "yes ma'am," past the faux cock in my mouth, the end sticking out moves up and down with the reflexive nodding of my head, the entire scene now that-side of "OH-FUCK!" but I also dare not complain. I feel the veins and imperfections on this thing with my probing tongue, see the balls swing in their silicone sack, the fake skin on it even moves and feels just like the real thing; something I now have some experience with "in the flesh."
"So here we are buttercup, you with a cock in your mouth trying not to suck, and I of course have been mostly going without lately. So back to my last story, and the extra special parts I promised you. Somebody suggested the perfect maid's name for you; but more on this new friend of mine in just a bit. Anyway I share the suggestion with Kevin and ask what he thinks of renaming you Sally, as your official maid's name. He's sold, especially after I told him where the inspiration came from; all the dirty little details as it were, how you got that new name a few months earlier. So that's your new fem name going forward, there will be no further discussion on this specific subject, if you elect to stay with me; the name tags and your new uniform dress already ordered."
Unlike my educated and rather disappointed wife, I don't have a very good poker face at all, and bearing this in mind it's almost impossible to believe that I've somehow managed to keep the secret of Henry and our illicit activities while in the woods together; and her "Sally" suggestion implies that she's known about this for quite some time, maybe ever since we pretty much stopped being intimate with each other.
"So as you may have deduced by now, I had a very enlightening conversation with a certain first-year college student a while back, you see he called me and said that he had something in common with me that it would be mutually beneficial for us to discuss, so he and I agreed to meet for lunch. He had a fantastic story to share, but not just a story, there were pictures too, and even one of myself that I know for certain was taken with your phone; the cabin picture when I was sunning nude."
"I was maybe a bit embarrassed at first, but the more I talked with this young man, the more it became obvious that he was something special. You know Gary, If you had told me beforehand, which I most certainly deserved, we could have worked something else out, maybe even a mea culpa of some kind; but since I had to discover this myself that's no longer a viable option for you. If Henry had been underaged, or a teen girl instead, you'd already be packed and outta here, but he's obviously not. Your options are still limited here though, Kevin really does have a nice new home in the hills, and he really does need a maid too, at least sometimes. Seeing as you cheated on me first, with Henry, I feel no remorse at all in cuckolding you for real, for a while at least, until I maybe get this out of my system; but no promises on that. Your other option is to call it quits right now, pack up and get out, but truthfully I don't want that. I know I've been busy with the promotion, and you've therefore been left needy, so my minor guilt here buys you some leniency, a potential second chance."
This is like a worst case scenario, "but why is my cock rock hard again?" I ask myself.
"You obviously like having a cock in your mouth, don't you?" she asks rhetorically and without any affection. I don't have a logical answer, but I am hard again, and the only other explanation is that I really like the concept of Kevin "taking" my rather perfect wife for-real, as in the real-world taking her as a lover. As bad as this is, it could be worse, Kevin doesn't exactly have a reputation for keeping women long term, so maybe even if they do click in the here and now, maybe one or the other will tire of the arrangement… eventually.
"Oh yes, that reminds me; the backup plan I spoke of. So if you refuse to be our maid, humble yourself for us and others, and by that I mean in any way Kevin and I can dream up; well in that case I may have to rethink keeping you around. So the backup plan then becomes you in the same chastity device, Kevin keeping the keys for the device he paid for, and you being dressed up however I see fit; the only difference would be you being gifted to Henry, either I or Kevin paying him to babysit you at our cabin, and pretty much taking any liberties he may wish to. Perhaps he'd bring along some friends even, it could be an opportunity to do some things you apparently love doing you know!"
"So, how's that cock feeling now Sally?" my snarky inner voice taunts…