James is a thirty-five-year-old history professor at a large state school. He’s been happily married for the last three years. His wife, Amy, is a corporate executive and is the breadwinner of the house.  What you’re probably more interested in is that she’s a bombshell. Specifically, she’s 5’11 with CCs, a tight body, long blonde hair, and an amazing ass. Some say her looks resemble that of Margot Robbie.

James was only 5’10, had brown hair, a relatively fit but lanky body, and an averaged sized 5” penis. You may be wondering, how on earth did a guy like James land a girl like Amy? It took a little luck. Both were on the same floor during undergrad. They actually met on the first day of school because James saw Amy struggling to carry a box into their building and helped her move in.

Since that day, Amy and James have been thick as thieves. They endured multiple moves, job changes, and Amy’s busy work schedule. One of the things that kept them together this long is the trust and connection they had with one another. One habit they have is frequent discussions where they talk about major decisions they have to talk through or air any grievances that are on their minds.

As the primary homemaker, James made spaghetti and meatballs while Amy showered and changed from her long day at work. Amy walked into the kitchen wearing black leggings and a pink tank top. When she sat down, James poured her a bottle of wine and brought dinner to the kitchen table.

After some chitchat about their days, Amy started off their deeper conversation by asking, “How do you think our sex life has been, James?”

James had a suspicion this would come up again since they talked about it last synch. James chose his words carefully and responded, “Pretty good. I’ve been working really hard to be more dominant in bed like we talked about, and I feel like for the nights you aren’t traveling, I make an honest effort to initiate sex.”

Amy responded, “I know you’ve been trying, honey. I’m so thankful for you. You always do everything you can to take care of my needs, but in this area, maybe you just aren’t capable of it.”

James was shocked and at a lost for words. He stammered back, “Wha..wha..what do you mean?”

Amy clearly articulated, “I told you last time, babe, all day I’m in charge and making decisions. I like that, but it comes to the bedroom, I’d love to have some nights where I can lose control and just be submissive. I know you better than anyone and I know you just can’t give me that.”

James was shaking and on the verge of tears as he responded, “Does this mean you want a divorce?”

Amy comforted him. “Not at all, babe. In fact, I’m so in love with you that I feel like I can just be honest and work through this. Are you willing to trust me?”

James got his breath under control and said, “Of course, Amy. You’re my wife.”

“I knew you would be. Over the next couple of weeks, we’re going to do some experimenting. All you need to do is be honest about how you feel and have an open mind. Do you think you can do that? I just want to warn you that some things will be out of your comfort zone, but we’ll take things slow,” Amy said.

“What specifically are you talking about here, Amy?” James asked nervously.

Amy rubbed his back and said, “I think it’s better if you just let what I have planned happen gradually. If I tell you everything now, you’ll just get overwhelmed. I think we’ll both really enjoy ourselves, though.”

“Ok, babe,” said James, and then he kissed her on the cheek.

Amy looked James into his eyes and concluded the conversation, saying, “Remember, babe, we can stop experimenting at any time you want, but I really want you to have an open mind.”

With that, the two finished their wine glasses and headed to the bedroom holding hands.

Little did James know, Amy had been thinking about this conversation for a while. Beyond that, she had a plan to change the dynamics of their relationship for their mutual benefit.

When they walked through the door, Amy flipped a switch toward her corporate executive self. She ordered James to take all his clothes off except his underwear and to lie down on their king-size bed. Obediently, James took his clothes off and lay down, wearing only his boxers with his back against the decorative pillows. Pleased with his obedience, Amy reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out the black fur-lined handcuffs the couple used on occasion. James couldn’t take his eyes off his wife’s perfect ass throughout this time and could not wait for what was to come with the hand-cuffs. He tried to use them on Amy a few times in the past because she asked him to spice up their sex life, but he felt uncomfortable trying to control his goddess of a wife.

To his surprise, Amy used the handcuffs on each of his wrists and attached them separately to the bed frame behind his head. Making sure he was comfortable, Amy asked, “Does that feel ok?”

James answered by just nodding his head. Amy spun around and walked into their bathroom, shutting the door. While in the bathroom, Amy changed into the lingerie she had staged that morning, touched up her make-up, and applied some red lipstick. Meanwhile, James’ mind was racing. He thought to himself, “If Amy wanted me to be more dominant, why did she handcuff me? Does she want me to rip them off and take her clothes off? What is she even doing in the bathroom?”

To James’ delight, Amy finally walked through the door, and all of his anxiety went away. Amy was wearing the same lingerie set she surprised him with on Valentine’s Day: A red Victoria’s Secret shine strap set complete with thigh high stockings, thong, garter belt, and bra.

As Amy walked towards the bed, she noticed the tent in James’ boxers and a clear wet spot from his already dripping pre-cum. James noticed his wide-open mouth and was so enthralled he couldn’t utter a word.

Before he could, Amy asked sexily, “Sooo, you like?”

Still muted by the sight of his sexy wife, James nodded his head as he felt himself salivating. Amy thought to herself how submissive James looked with his hands cuffed to the bed frame. Amy crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, and brought her head to James’. As Amy crawled up his body, James could feel the soft brush of Amy’s lingerie against his body. Amy started to kiss James’ neck as she lay on his body. The silky brush of Amy’s Bra against James’ nipples made him even more strained in his cotton boxers. Amy moved her lips to his and passionately kissed him.

Amy could feel James arch his back, like a typical girl does with a man is on top of her. Amy smiled to herself as she continued to stick her tongue in and out of James’ mouth. She then began to sit upright as she straddled James and slowly dragged her nylon panty-clad pussy up his chest until it was sitting immediately over James’ open mouth.

James wanted so badly to taste his wife’s dripping pussy sitting just on top of his face, blocked by her panties and his hands constrained with no way to take them off. Lucky for James, Amy soon leaned against their bed frame and used one of her hands to pull her thong to the side. As she pulled them aside, a small drop of her juices fell directly into James’ open mouth before her hole sat atop of his lips. James stuck his tongue, licking the tip of Amy’s clit, and making her moan.

Amy put more weight onto James’ mouth, causing a brief moment of panic for James until he remembered to breathe from his nose. After getting his breathing under control and knowing what to do, James plunged is tongue deep into Amy’s tight pussy.

Amy was more turned on than she could remember. This felt right. Her in control and James doing her bidding. She closed her eyes and focused on James’s tongue exploring every crevice of her pussy, unlike any other time she could remember. Motivated by the pleasure he was giving Amy, James licked his heart out with a mixture of saliva and Amy’s juices dripping as he did it. As Amy felt her orgasm coming, she teased James, “You’re right where you’re supposed to be, James. Do you like being used for my pleasure?”

James only nodded his head as he continued to tongue-fuck Amy’s hole. Amy remarked, “It’s funny, I can’t believe I thought the sweet boy that helped me move-in during college was someone that would fuck my brains out. I think you’re just destined to serve me, James.”

James felt humiliated by what Amy was saying, but there was no denying that this felt right. He loved surrendering control to Am,y and he loved making her happy. James began to focus his licks in a come hither motion along Amy’s G-spot. As he did this, Amy moaned uncontrollably and began to ride James’ face. Amy felt her orgasm build, and she felt hyper-sensitive throughout her body. James continued to hit her spot and Amy felt an explosion in her pussy that radiated to every inch of her body. The feeling sustained for what felt like minutes. As she came, James was rewarded with a burst of Amy’s nectar and he felt so proud of the orgasm he just gave Amy. Feeling herself getting to the point of over-stimulation, Amy dismounted James’ face and laid down next to him.

Knowing the importance of what she said to James, Amy whispered, “That felt so fucking good baby. I loved being in total control over you.” She gave him a small peck on the cheek and James asked, “So can you let me out now?” Wrangling his cuffs and making a metallic noise.

Amy whispered into James’ ear as she traced the outline of his cock through his boxers, “You don’t want me to stay in control?”

James didn’t even have to answer. He arched his back in a submissive way and closed his eyes. Knowing the importance of tapping into James’ love of lingerie, Amy took off her shine strap thong and tugged at the waistband of James’ boxers. James dick sprung to attention. Instead of taking his dick in her mouth like she usually did, Amy took the delicate nylon panties, the base of his cock with one hand, and gently rubbed the panties with her other hand on the underside of James’ circumcised head. James couldn’t describe what he was feeling. The nylon was so soft on the tip of his cock, he felt like he could explode any second. Recognizing this, Amy switched her technique to softly stroking his entire dick with the panties which was just enough to leave him tingling, but not enough to cum.

While she pleasured him, Amy tried to build upon her control over James. She teased, “I think I need to take total control more often. What do you think, James?” Without even thinking, James moaned, “Ye…Yesss.”

Satisfied with how things were going, Amy pressed her advantage saying, “I’m glad you agree, sweetheart. Now, to get this right, you really need to submit to me, ok?”

James nodded his head as he arched his back even more, pushing his groin further upwards. Amy hypnotizingly told James, “You’re going to need to submit to me in all ways - mentally, physically, even emotionally. From now on, you do whatever I tell you to do and when I do, you’ll respond with ‘Yes, Mistress,’ is that clear?”

James obediently panted, “Yesss, mistress,” as Amy sped up the rate of her strokes. Amy then laughing said, “If you think you like the feeling of panties on your cock right now, just wait until you spend all day wearing them tomorrow.” Upon hearing Amy tease him about wearing panties tomorrow, he felt the contraction of every muscle in his body and an explosion shoot through his entire shaft, followed by his own sperm coating his face. Amy let out a giggle and told James, “You sure love the thought of wearing panties tomorrow huh? How about you go clean off and maybe I’ll even let you wear some to bed tonight.”

Amy used the key in the bedside drawer to unlock James’ wrists. After his release, James hastily made his way to their bathroom to wash the cum off of his face.

As he washed his face, James felt conflicted. He had never felt so satisfied in his life, but he worried about what Amy must think of him - her husband that she completely controls. He found solace in how much Amy seemed to have liked the experience and her thoughts that it just felt right.

When James emerged from the bathroom, he saw Amy already in her evening wear and was reading in bed. Laid at the foot of the bed on the comforter was a cotton pink hipster panty and a small matching shirt that said PINK across the front in bold black letters. Naked, standing next to the foot of the bed, James stared at the clothes and then back at Amy. Amy gently shut her book and quipped, “Aren’t you going to put on the outfit I laid out for you?”

Unsure what to say, James said, “Uh, yes?”

Sternly, Amy snapped back, “What?”

Stammering, James said, “Yes, mistress,” and pulled the pink cotton panties up his legs. After securing his package, he could feel himself stretching the panties. Beside the panties cramming his stretched shaft, it appeared the panties fit him pretty well. James thought to himself that Amy must’ve bought them in his size on purpose. However, when he donned the matching shirt, he saw it was tight on his lanky shoulders and the bottom of the shirt didn’t even cover his belly button. Amy let out a laugh at the sight and teased, “I knew you’d look just perfect in this. You look like one of the dolls I had growing up.”

James slid into bed, having felt embarrassed by Amy comparing him to a doll. Amy held up the book she was reading and said, “This book has changed the way I see our relationship developing. It’s called She Wears the Pants: Why You Should Adopt a Female-Led Relationship. By you giving me full control, our satisfaction, health, and even economic situation will be better.”

James felt more optimistic, but clarified, “I’m scared you won’t want me to be your husband by doing all of this stuff. Don’t get me wrong, today was amazing, but I’m worried you won’t see me as a man anymore.”

Amy cuddled up to him and said, “Babe, I think I’m more in love with you than ever. Tonight felt so right in so many ways. I feel like we’re finally realizing our roles. You can see how our bodies are responding. I came harder than I ever have tonight. And you…can’t get enough of this.” As she finished talking, she tapped James’ strained cock with pre-cum spewing out as evidence to her statement.

The couple soon fell asleep with Amy holding James in her arms.

Chapter 2

The next day, James woke up to his alarm at 9 am. When he woke up without Amy in the bed with him, he feared that last night was a dream. He quickly realized it wasn’t after feeling the snugness of his pink panties and matching crop top.

On his bedside table, James found a letter from Amy reading:

Hey Hun,

I woke up early to go to yoga and run some errands. You have a choice today (don’t get used to it). You can either wear your PINK hipster panties to work today or if you are worried about panty lines, you can wear one of my Hanky Panky Lace Thongs (they’re one size fits all).

Have a great day at work and see you this evening for some more fun ;)

Xoxo

Amy

James’ heart was pounding out of his chest. He thought about his decision and was mortified at the thought of wearing panties while teaching. What if one of his students noticed? Would they be able to see his panty lines if he kept wearing the panties he was currently wearing? Fearing the sensation of having wedgie in a thong, James opted to try on the Dockers Khakis he usually wore for class over the panties he was currently wearing to check and see if they were noticeable. James turned and looked at his ass in the full-length mirror outside his and Amy’s walk-in closet. Standing regularly, it seemed pretty hard to notice anything, but when he bent over, James saw it was very clear that he was wearing bikini-style panties.

To check the alternative, James opened Amy’s thin lingerie drawer. With the drawer open, there was an element of opening a treasure chest - the drawer was filled with beautiful bras, panties, slips, garters, stockings, teddies, and negligees in a wide variety of colors, textures, and styles. Despite the temptation of digging through every piece in Amy’s drawer, James focused his intention on Amy’s panties so that he could leave on time for work. Amy seemed to have her panties organized by “use.” She had synthetic thongs and laser-cut bikini panties she wore for working out, silk and lace panties she wore for “date nights,” and cotton and lace panties for everyday use.

Looking at the last grouping, James saw the Hanky Panky lace thongs that Amy wore on most days. The thongs were entirely made of super soft lace and had a thicker than usual waistband for a thong. Amy had almost every color available, but James specifically picked a tan one to blend in with his khaki pants.

The second he pulled up the thong, James could feel his cock throb in the tight cotton panties he was currently wearing. James told himself that he was so turned on because usually when he was touching Amy’s panties, he was about to have sex with her. However, as James’ mind flashed to last night, he knew it was deeper than that. Last night, he felt like he was under Amy’s spell. As she stroked him with her panties, he felt like he’d be willing to do anything she asked. His mind started to spiral towards how that spell might continue while he’s wearing panties, but he snapped out of it from his alarm reminding him he had to leave for school shortly.

In a rush, James pulled down his pants and panties. Fortunately, James’ alarm distraction seemed to have reduced his throbbing erection. Taking advantage of this, James slid the thong up his legs and tucked his flaccid dick into the soft gusset of the tan thong. As James straightened the soft waistband against his waist, he felt himself start to get hard again. Fortunately, the thong contained his strained penis, which was tucked between his legs. James started to notice the thin strip of lace between his cheeks. The sensation was much more pleasant than he expected. James was anticipating a wedgie, like the ones he received from bullies in middle school, but the thin lace sitting over his hole felt sensational. James looked at himself in the mirror and saw his butt looked pretty good with the tan lace framing his cheeks nicely. James pulled up his pants and enjoyed the feeling of his pants fabric right against his bare cheeks. Bending over, James was relieved to see the thong was invisible under his pants. James put on a belt, shoes, white button down, and plaid blazer before making his way out the door to his car.

While James was on his way to work, Amy was showering at her yoga studio after wrapping up an intense session. She stepped out in a towel and was greeted by her best friend, Cath, wearing the same. Cath was built like a model. She had a thin frame with a tight jaw and round double B breasts. With her short hair, she resembled Keira Knightly. Cath exclaimed, “Ugh, I feel so good after that.”

“Me too,” Amy moaned. Cath tentatively asked, “Sooo how did last night go?” Amy looked around the locker room to ensure no one was around and then smiled. “It was amazing,” she giggled. Amy continued, “Thank your sister for the book for me. I followed all the directions and it was incredible. I had James under my finger. You were so right, there’s no chance James could be the man I need him to be. Instead, this new path is incredible. He had me SHAKING last night, Cath.”

Cath smiled and said, “Yay! That makes me so happy, Amy. Christy was so happy after making her hubby into her subby.” Both girls cracked up laughing at the joke. After catching her breath, Cath asked, “So what’s next for your subby hubby?”

Amy grinned and said, “Well, I have him wearing panties to work today….”

“You did not,” Cath gasped. Amy giggled and replied, “Well, I can’t say for sure. But I left him a note telling him to do it before I left for yoga.” Cath looked skeptical and Amy continued, “If you would’ve seen him last night, you’d have no doubt in your mind he’s wearing them.”

Still skeptical, Cath retorted, “Let’s make this fun and make a bet!” Confident in James wearing panties at this moment, Amy responded, “Sure! If James is wearing panties right now, you have to help me decorate our guest bedroom. If he isn’t wearing  panties like he was told, I’ll have him go to your house and clean it to your satisfaction as punishment.”

Confident that they were each right, the girls shook hands. Amy took out her phone immediately after and texted James, “Send me a photo of the panties you decided on.”

James was sitting in his office, prepping for class, when his phone buzzed and Amy’s message went through. James’ heart raced at the text, and his mind flipped through ways he could take a photo that would make him look good. While contemplating another message from Amy came through saying, “Now.”

James’ mind went on autopilot. He pulled down his pants while sitting in his chair, snapped a photo of his panty-clad penis, and sent the photo to Amy, responding, “Yes, mistress.”

By the time James’ text went through, Amy and Cath were already dressed in their clothes for work. Amy let out a laugh when the text went through. She flipped the phone around to show Cath and snickered, “I guess you’ll just have to clean your house yourself this week.”

Cath groaned, “Ugh! I had so many places I needed him to dust!” Cath looked at the photo and remarked, “Oh my god, is that a Hanky Panky thong he’s wearing? God, I thought at most you’d get him in some black cotton bikini or something, but holy shit a lace thong?!?”

“I told you I had him wrapped around my finger,” Amy replied.

Later in the day, James walked into his classroom to teach his one class for the day. He hadn’t been able to focus while prepping for the class. He was far too distracted by the lace encompassing his engorged dick and splitting his cheeks. Making matters worse, he couldn’t get his mind off the intensity of what happened with Amy last night. “Well, here goes nothing,” he thought to himself as he pulled up the PowerPoint for class.

Chapter 3

Fortunately, James had taught the class on the economic boom in America post-World War II numerous times. The class went off without a hitch….with the exception of James constantly making sure his shirt stayed tucked and fighting the urge to adjust his lace thong. James spent the rest of the workday grading assignments and then headed home around 4 pm.

On his way home, James called Amy. They had normal chitchat about their days, but after a few minutes Amy shifted her tone and told James, “We made quite the mess last night. When you get home, wash everything that’s in the hamper. For any lingerie, please put them in one of my lingerie washing bags and wash the load on cold. After, the lingerie on the clothes line in the laundry room. Everything else can be put in the dryer on low heat.”

James responded, “Sounds good, babe. I’ll make us your favorite kale and avocado salad for dinner too.”

James made his way up to their bedroom to get the laundry started. As he picked up the clothes, his mind drifted to last night. The way Amy had taken charge in bed was something he had never experienced before, but it had sent waves of excitement and arousal through his body that he hadn't felt in years. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at his submissive behavior, but the feeling of satisfaction was undeniable. He felt a thrill as he carried their hamper down the stairs. It felt like James was still serving Amy last night - the lace thong served as a constant reminder of his submission as he felt it between his cheeks with each step.

Once in the laundry room, conveniently located in their three car garage, James carefully sorted through the clothes. The red lingerie set Amy wore last night was at the top, tangled with his boxers and the pink panties he wore to bed. He felt his cheeks flush as he placed them in a lingerie wash bag. He thought about how she had teased him with it, leaving him begging for more. His cock strained against the tan lace as he handled the delicate material, reminding him that he hadn't gotten the release he'd been craving all day.

James couldn't resist the urge any longer. He pulled the red thong, still stained with his cum from last night, out of the lingerie bag. He pulled his pants down and pulled his cock out of the side of the lace thong he was wearing. He wrapped the silky fabric around his shaft, and began to stroke, imagining Amy's voice in his ear, whispering sweet nothings of dominance. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, the fabric gliding over his skin and lacey thong still soft against his hips and rubbing against his hole.

As the pressure built, the door to the garage started to open. James' heart jumped into his throat as he saw Amy's car in their driveway, her mouth agape. Panic set in, but it was too late. She already saw him. James saw a smirk on her face as she took in the sight of her husband jerking off with her underwear, while wearing her underwear. He froze, his cheeks burning red, unsure of what to do next.

Amy pulled into the garage and shut the door behind her. She stepped out of her car and took a moment to appreciate the sight before walking over to him. "Looks like you enjoyed your day in panties," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "But, we can't have you finishing before I say so, can we?"

James' eyes widened, and he hastily dropped the red thong, his cock springing back against his stomach. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he stuttered, feeling a new level of embarrassment.

Amy walked closer, the smirk on her face growing into a full-fledged grin. "Don't worry, I know it's hard to resist when you're dressed like that," she said, her eyes scanning him up and down. "But, you need to remember, you don't get to touch yourself unless I give you permission."

James nodded, feeling both embarrassed and excited by her words. Amy pointed to the red thong on the floor, "Pick it up with your mouth, and put it in the bag. And don't drop it again." James swallowed hard, his face still red with embarrassment. He bent over, his cock still straining against the tan lace, and picked up the red thong with his teeth, the fabric tasting salty from his orgasm last night, but slightly mixed with Amy's juices. Before he could put the thong into the lingerie bag (which was now in Amy's hands), Amy spanked his right butt cheek, reminding James, "What do you say when I give you an order?"

"Yes, Mistress," James mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric in his mouth.

Amy took the thong from him and placed it in the bag with a playful pat on his bottom. "Good boy," she murmured. James felt a surge of excitement and a strange sense of pride at her praise.

Amy then handed James the car keys, "Why don't you go unload the car for me? I have a few things we're going to need for tonight."

James nodded and hurried to the car, feeling the cool evening air hit his bare thighs as he walked out of the garage. He noticed that Amy's shopping bags were still in the back seat. One was from Victoria's Secret and the other from Adam and Eve. His curiosity piqued, but knowing better than to snoop, he grabbed both and carried them back inside.

In the living room, Amy sat with a mischievous smile, her legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand. "Look what I bought today," she said, gesturing to the bags. She reached into the Adam and Eve bag and pulled out a sleek, black device that made James' heart race. It was a chastity cage.

James had read about them before in some of his darker fantasies but never imagined he'd be standing in his own home, his wife holding one and looking at him with a twinkle in her eye. "What's that for?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the lump in his throat.

Amy's smile grew wider. "It's a little something to ensure you don't get any ideas before I say so. Plus, my new book said it was the only way to ensure I had you under my total control," she purred, holding the chastity cage up. It was made of shiny black plastic, with a curved design that would fit snugly around his cock and balls. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you," she added as she wiggled a small key in her other hand, her tone a mix of sweetness and command.

James felt his knees wobble as he watched Amy unpack the chastity device. She placed it on the coffee table, then instructed him to strip down to his thong. He obeyed by taking off his shirt, his mind racing with anticipation and fear. He'd never worn anything like this before, and the thought of being locked away was both terrifying and strangely thrilling. As he removed his pants, his cock strained against the lace, begging for relief. Amy noticed and couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like someone's excited for their new toy. The problem is, you can't be TOO excited," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Amy picked up the chastity cage and examined it. She read the instructions out loud, making sure James knew exactly what was happening. The cage was lined with soft silicone, which she assured him would be comfortable once he was inside it. "Now, stand still," she instructed, "I don't want to hurt you."

James obeyed, his heart racing as Amy approached him with the contraption. She knelt down and gently took his cock in her hand, guiding it into the cage. It was a tight fit, and James couldn't help but gasp as she adjusted the device around his sensitive flesh. The cage was designed to keep him flaccid, which was a stark contrast to the erection he'd been fighting all day. Amy locked the cage with a click, and James felt a sudden weight settle onto his crotch. The sensation was unfamiliar, but he couldn't deny that it was also a strange turn-on. With the cage, the thong Amy pulled back over the cage felt much more snug.

Amy stood up and looked at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You'll have to get used to this," she said, her voice low and sultry. "It's for your own good, after all. No more playing with yourself without my permission," she said as she jingled the key to unlock the cage in his face again.

James felt his cock twitch at the thought, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He never knew this was something that Amy would be into, but the way she was looking at him, like a cat with a mouse, made his heart race. She leaned in close to him, her breath hot on his ear. "And if you're a good boy, I might just give you a little something extra," she whispered, her hand tracing a line down his chest and resting on his caged bulge in his panties.

James nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Mistress."

Amy stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Now, go finish the laundry and start dinner. And remember, no touching," she warned, her finger pointing at the cage.

James walked back into the garage, his mind racing with thoughts of what this new dynamic would mean for them. As he started the wash cycle, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the evening had in store. The chastity device was a constant, physical reminder of his submission to Amy. The cold plastic pressing against his skin made his cock throb with need, which was only exacerbated by the sensation of the lace thong caressing his sensitive areas with each movement.

After starting the laundry, James made his way to the kitchen, his panties feeling tighter than ever. He began prepping the salad, trying to focus on the task at hand. The scent of the avocado and the crunch of the kale brought him back to reality, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Amy and what she had in store for him. He felt a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, knowing that he was no longer in control of his own sexual release.

As James chopped the vegetables, he could feel the chastity cage shift slightly with every movement, a constant presence that served as a stark reminder of his submission. He found himself moving more deliberately, more carefully, as if the slightest misstep could lead to punishment. It was a strange sensation, one that he hadn't anticipated when he agreed to explore this new facet of their relationship. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill in knowing that his pleasure was now entirely at Amy's mercy.

When the salad was finished, James served it on their dinner plates and set them on the kitchen island. He knew better than to sit down without permission, so he remained standing, his thong digging into his ass with each shift of his weight. Amy sailed into the kitchen, looking radiant in a figure-hugging black dress that James hadn't seen before. She took in the sight of her husband, in just a thong and obediently waiting, and a smug smile played on her lips.

"Good boy," she praised him, patting his cheek gently. "But, can't have you eating dinner with me in just a tiny little thong right?" James felt his stomach drop. "Tonight, you'll be joining me for dinner in something a little more...feminine," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Go put on the outfit I laid out for you upstairs."

James made his way upstairs, his heart racing. In the bedroom, on their bed, lay a pile of clothes. A short, black dress with lace trimming, a pair of matching black stockings, a black garter belt, a black bra, a lace black thong, and a pair of 3" high-heeled shoes . He looked at the outfit with a mix of dread and fascination. This was definitely going to be a first for him.

James began to slip into the clothes, starting with the thong. It was a snug fit, and he felt a bit self-conscious as he tucked himself in, the material felt like second nature at this point. The bra was next, and he struggled with how to put it on. He had seen Amy reach behind her back to put a bra on, but he was having no such luck and felt like a fool doing it. Amy laughed out loud as she saw her husband in a black lace thong struggling to put on a bra she had bought for him that day.

"Allow me," Amy said with a smirk, walking over to him. She took the bra from his trembling hands and deftly fastened it around him. It was surprisingly comfortable, the cups fitting around his pecs snugly and the underwire giving him a slight lift. It was a strange feeling, but it was also surprisingly arousing, especially knowing that he was doing this for her pleasure.

"Now for the stockings," she said, taking his hand and guiding him to the edge of the bed. She had him sit down and lift one leg at a time, sliding the silky black stockings up his legs. James watched in amazement as she worked, her hands sure and steady. The stockings felt incredibly sensual against his skin, the smoothness contrasting sharply with the roughness of the hair on his legs. He could feel himself growing harder, but the chastity cage prevented any real movement. Amy whispered, "If you think the stockings feel good now, just wait until I have you shave your legs."

Once the stockings were on, she reached for the garter belt. "Now, remember, panties go on after the garter belt, but I'll give you a pass this time," she teased, placing the belt around his waist and securing it. The feel of the lacy material against his skin was unlike anything James had ever experienced. It was both restrictive and liberating, a constant reminder of his submission that only served to excite him more.

Amy knelt before him again, attaching the stockings to the garter belt with a series of firm snaps, running the straps beneath the thong. James felt a thrill run through him as he watched her, her eyes never leaving his as she worked. She looked up at him with a knowing smile, enjoying every moment of his discomfort. "Stand up," she instructed, her voice firm. "Let's see how you look."

James, wanting to understand why panties go above the straps, mustered the courage to ask Amy, "Mistress, why do panties go on over the garter straps?"

Amy, still smiling, replied, "Because, my dear, that's how women wear them. And now, you're wearing them as well. It's all part of the experience. Plus, it makes for easier access. You, or I, can pull down your panties without having to undo your garter straps."

James felt his face flush as he stood up, the garter belt cinching his waist and the stockings hugging his legs. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal as he looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror. The lace of the thong peeked out from under the garter belt, and the stockings made his legs look smoother and sexier than he ever thought possible.

Amy stepped back, her eyes roaming over him. "Perfect," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now for the dress." She held out the short, black number, and James took a deep breath before allowing her to slip it over his head. It fit him snugly, the lace hugging his curves and the hemline stopping just above his knees. He felt exposed, but the fabric was surprisingly comfortable against his skin.

As he looked in the mirror, James couldn't believe the image staring back at him. He had never felt so...feminine. But there was something about it that he found incredibly alluring. Amy stepped behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear, "You look absolutely delicious." Her breath sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but lean into her touch.

James felt a strange sense of vulnerability standing there in the dress, his cock caged and his body on display for his wife's pleasure. It was a feeling he never knew he could crave, but here he was, eager for whatever she had planned next.

Amy stepped back, admiring her work. "Now, the shoes," she said, handing him the black heels. James took them with trembling hands, never having worn anything higher than dress shoes before. He sat back down and carefully slid them on, one at a time. The feeling was surprisingly good, the height making him feel more exposed and submissive.

As James wobbled to his feet, Amy took his hand and helped him balance. She laughed softly at his clumsiness, which only served to make him blush deeper. "You'll get the hang of it," she assured him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, come downstairs and serve me dinner."