I’ve been waiting for you to get to my house for 30 minutes, the anticipation building. Trying not to stare at the coffee table and think about the plans I have for it.
The sound of the doorbell makes me jump, I’d been lost in thought staring at the table again. I get to the door as quickly as I can with my cock already hard for you. I can’t wait to see you, knowing what I have in store.
I open the door and instantly I’m pissed. You can see the anger on my face, and you know you fucked up. “That’s not the outfit I sent you.”
“I couldn’t drive here in that,” you protest.
“I don’t care about what you couldn’t do. You didn’t follow my orders.”
Slowly you start to unbutton your dress, sliding it from your shoulders and revealing the slutty outfit I bought you. My breath comes quicker as I stare at me in the outfit I’d imagined you in so many times. The leather corset pushing your perky tits up fully into my view, framing your shaved pussy perfectly, the pussy I own. The garters and black stockings emphasize your long legs, with nothing in the back covering your perfect round ass.