Something nice

“Darling,” said Hannah as she joined me in the garden, “When you have finished your gardening I want you to shave, shower and put on something very nice for me when I get home.”

The dirt and sweat were steamed off, my beard gone. “Very nice” always means wearing my panties. And it usually means a girdle. But it is much too hot for stockings. I’d picked out a very well cut pair of linen trousers and, simply to get away from the scratchy rough cotton I’d been wearing to garden in, I thought a wonderfully worn black cashmere sweater with nothing underneath would please the lady of the house.

I tried the trousers first without and then with the bottom lifting, tummy taming girdle…no question, a girdle may be a bit constricting – no erections for me – but it gives me the line Hannah prefers.

She may check when she gets home…or not. Her call.

Update: Well Hannah was delighted with my outfit. When she got home she gave my nipples a little caress through the cashmere. I fixed a bit of bread and olive oil and poured her wine. Not enough olive oil so I was sent to the kitchen to fetch more…”And, darling, I think your nipple clips are on the pantry counter. Be a dear and bring them too.” AS I lifted my sweater so Hannah could clip me she noticed my girdle, “Oh, how sweet…I thought you were looking awfully sleek.” She snapped the second clip shut…

2 comments

  1. I’ve been caged, pantied (satin or lace or a combination) then teased till i get hard and it hurts so much because of the little spikes in the cage — it hurts so bad while she makes me eat her pussy

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