Several hours later, I wake to golden afternoon sunlight through the living room blinds, and a soft kiss on my ear. "Wakey wakey," you murmur. "It's time for an adventure."
I groan softly as I stretch out on the couch, taking stock of my body. The satin sheets you gave me feel cool and smooth against my skin. My jaw is still sore from being left overnight in the ball gag. My back hurts. Getting old sucks. But everything else feels okayish. You've left me much worse before.
Your hand drops to my crotch, caressing me softly. "C'mon, pet. I've got such a treat in mind for you tonight."
My cock stiffens under your touch.
"There's my boy," you say, removing your hand. My cock feels cold and lonely in its absence. "Let's go now. Up and at 'em."
I get up and put the couch cushions back in order and fold up the sheet. You've gone to the bedroom when I look up from my work. "Come in here when you're done," you call. There's an amusement in your voice that sends a prickle up my spine. You're up to something. Of course you're up to something.
When everything is straightened up I enter your bedroom, carrying the sheet. All the lights are on and your closet is thrown wide. You have six outfits laid out on the bed - mostly leather and latex, but there's one very pretty green dress with silver brocade that, on a second look, looks much too wide for you.
"Which should I wear, pet?" you ask. "Shall I model them for you?"
I look at the green dress a third time, understanding exactly what you have in mind. Which is *not* what I signed up for.
"Oh, do you like that one?" Your voice is light and teasing. "You have excellent taste. Put it on, *slave.*"
The sting in your final word leaves no room for disagreement.
Oh, well. As long as it's just the two of us, I can handle it. It will make you happy, and that's what's important. "Yes, Mistress."
I pick the dress up and awkwardly slide it over my head. It's made of something shimmery and slippery and feels cool against my skin as it slips down my body.
"Well don't you look *beautiful*," you coo as you circle around me. "Look at yourself in the mirror, pet."
I do not look beautiful. I look ridiculous. I'm balding, 5'10", with a small belly and entirely too much body hair, wearing a dress made for a short, fat woman. It comes up well above my knees and almost all of my hairy legs show. Another three inches and something else would show, too. Up top, the dress hangs around my chest, showing my gray chest hair.
"Of course, you could use a little freshening up. Would you like me to make you up, pet?"
"No, Mistress," I say hesitantly.
Your hand lashes out instantly, catching me on the cheek and rocking my head with the impact. "Try again, *slave.*"
