


This first time I wore this outfit for him was to tease him just as much as he did me that morning and left me wanting more. I had been patiently waiting for him to wake up and when he did I looked at him with puppy dog eyes wanting nothing more than to be fucked. He started to play with me, so slowly, with his hands and with his mouth. I was squirming and aching for his cock inside me. Saying please like he taught me. He said “Oh you want more? I don’t think you deserve it yet.” And even though I pleaded and begged, he just got up and started to dress. He said he was going out to run errands and would be back in a couple of hours. I couldn’t believe he would leave me like this, alone, a dripping mess. But the worst part is that he forbade me to touch myself while he was away. I had to be a good girl and wait for him to come back and continue what he’d started. Then and only if I followed the rules that he would fuck me like I wanted. I found that so evil but so hot. I never turn down a challenge to show just how patient and good I can be. And when he got home that afternoon, I was waiting for him on the bed dressed (or un-dressed) like this.