He’d had a frustrating day at work, and I’d been wracking my brain for how to make him feel better. Finally, with only a half hour til he got home, I ordered Insomnia Cookies and wandered into my closet, looking for something black and skimpy.
I settled on a mesh maid’s outfit, with garters, a frilly choker, and a bralette made of practically nothing – just straps and lace – that exposed my pierced nipples. I straightened the skirt so that the edge stayed just above the curve of my butt, then slowly worked my largest silver plug into my ass. (He likes sparkly things.) After fastening a leather collar around my neck under the lace choker, I brushed my black hair into a bun on top of my head, covered up with a bathrobe, and waited for him to come home.
“Hey, baby,” he said as he set down his bag. I noticed him already looking me up and down – from eyes dark with eyeliner and mascara to my long, smooth legs. “You look…cozy.”
“Hi!” I squealed, and ran to give him a hug. “I’m sorry your day was rough. Look, I got you cookies.”