Dressing for Dinner

Shay’s husband couldn’t get through the workweek without his Wednesday evening ritual to look forward to. It starts with a close shave, then make-up, tight-fitting undergarments, and a satin gown. When he strides down the stairs, dinner’s on the table—but food is the last thing on his mind. He’s just waiting for his wife to force his face between her thighs, or strap on a dildo and bend him over the table. Oh boy… he can hardly wait!

Warnings: This BDSM cross-dressing story contains explicit Femdom, sissification, pegging, and more! Published in the anthologies “Please, Ma’am” and “My Mistress’ Thighs.”