About a half an hour ago...
My girlfriend, lately, had placed me under her direct control. I no longer had control over when, where or how I could cum. My testicles were full because I hadn't been drained in over a week. I had attempted to get my perfect girlfriend to drain me. She denied me telling me that I only got to cum when she felt like it. She wasn't in the mood.
She told me, "Instead of playing with your shaved pee-pee, why don't you use your credit card online and buy yourself some really girly panties?" She giggled. I loved it.
She had leaned over and picked up her brand new Coach purse. She had purchased it online about a week ago using my credit card. She told me that it was an early birthday present from me. I knew she would expect many, many more.
She rummaged through her purse until she found what it was she was looking for: my credit card. She handed it to me and said, "Go to Vicky's and buy yourself at least twenty different pairs of panties. You are only allowed to shop in their Pink section of panties because those panties are designed for whiny teenage girls aka you. Make sure that every pair that you pick are very girly. Oh, and you can only pick string bikini or thong panties. Now get out of my face."
"A boy from one of my classes is coming over soon. He doesn't wear girly panties like you do and he has a huge cock. He showed me. It is nothing like yours. Much bigger."
All of a sudden, we both heard the doorbell ring. She smiled the most mischievous smile. Since I wore nothing but my pair of white lace thong panties with red hearts all over, I ran to our bedroom. "Hey! Sissy! You get the door around here! Remember?" I did remember. My traitorous penis was rock hard except that it had nowhere to go within its tight lace prison. She giggled at my predicament. Right then, I thought aloud, "I love you, dear..." She smiled, walked up to me and, with her right hand, she began rubbing the gusset of my lace panties. I moaned as the doorbell rang for the second time. She lightly kissed my lips as she continued rubbing my encased penis. "We mustn't keep my boyfriends waiting...go and greet him. Introduce him to your house. Allow him to fuck your perfect girlfriend. Go, my little sissy!" She let go of me as the doorbell rang for a third time. He was getting impatient. I ran to the door and whipped it open.
"Hello and welcome to my house. Please, make it your own. Take my girlfriend and make her yours." The young twenty-something boy from her class laughed hysterically.