I really get off on humiliating my husband, and I'm always thinking of new ways to show the world what a tart he is. I've now got him to the point where he'll do literally anything I say, and the more people who know it, the better.
Last night, I sent him to the shops and made him repeat out loud the orders I gave him over the phone, in front of everyone. "My wife says I have to buy the cheapest, sluttiest underwear I can find", I made him ask the assistant, "I have to wear it for her," he told her, "a tiny thong, suspenders, stockings, a tiny skirt, whatever's cheap, Miss says, cheap like me" I was so wet at the sound of the shop assistants' laughter.
When he got back, I dressed him up in the lacy red thong he'd bought (I love making him look like a total slut), and decided to give the people on the street below a little treat at his expense.
It was kicking out time at the nightclub opposite our flat, so the street was busy and full of drunk revellers. They spilled out onto the road outside the club, looking for something to complete their night. I was happy to oblige.
I made my slutty sub open the curtains and stand in the window, in nothing but his thong, turned the main light on, and rapped on the glass to get their attention. It worked.
Within seconds we could hear them all laughing and see them pointing at the sight of him, but I wasn't finished. He pleaded with me not to show everyone how much of a tart he was for me, but the more he begged, the wetter I got.
"Bend over," I commanded. His eyes objected, but - as always - his body obeyed.
I could see his dick bulging through the lace, straining the fabric as it throbbed in anticipation. He tried to hide it with his hand. Too late.
I made him turn so everyone on the street below could see his mancunt, covered by just a tiny thong. I made him pull it to one side, and in then, without warning, shoved my fist into his grateful ass.
