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."