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…