I was awakened by the sound of heels and the rattling of dishes, I reluctantly opened my eyes. Sunday was beginning, the sun had long since risen, it was time to get up.

I sat up in bed, not at all embarrassed by my completely naked chest, and let my partner put the tray with breakfast on it. I glanced at him and the sight excited me: a healthy man in a short tartan skirt and an apron, with clean-shaven legs and stockings, and of course in shoes with twelve-centimeter heels, size forty-five or forty-six, I think... He was naked to the waist, if you don't count the apron... It was strange, but he didn't even look ridiculous, it almost suited him...

Yes, Sunday was the time for another game that I loved so much...

"Why so early!" I told him indignantly, taking a spoon from the tray and starting to eat.

- Sorry, Mistress, but it's already nine o'clock, you asked to be woken up at exactly nine o'clock.

- I changed my mind, and you again didn't guess what your Mistress wants! - enjoying the bitchy intonation of my voice, I said: You deserve punishment.

- Yes, Mistress, - he said submissively and humiliatedly.

I looked at him and I even felt sick from how he tried to please me, I really wanted to humiliate him and as much as possible. I knew that he did not like to dress like women and I enjoyed the realization that he was uncomfortable, and especially from the realization that at ten a friend would come and that the whole time he was visiting us, he would have to be in his current form.

I glanced at his buttocks, which were barely hidden by his skirt, and smiled...

I finished my breakfast, sucking juice through a straw, and then gave him the tray and watched him leave, swaying on his heels to the kitchen and wiggling his ass. My hands reached between my legs on their own and I felt a surge of strength and excitement. I touched my hot labia, which were only hidden by a light blanket, and arched with pleasure.

But deciding that it was too early to give in to desire, I made only a few movements with my hand around the excited flesh and got out of bed, increasing the desire many times over.

Completely naked, I opened the curtains and went out onto the balcony and exposed my face to the pleasant morning breeze. I saw a man walking past and suddenly noticed me. I smiled and waved at him, completely embarrassing him. He, frightened, pretended not to look and walked on.

- Yes, yes, you are not interested, naked stranger, - I giggled out loud, - I believed it, dog!

- And it would be interesting to sleep with you, you seem cute! - I sighed, looking after him.

But I cheered up, remembering that a friend would soon arrive.

When I returned to the room, my husband was already kneeling in the corner.

- Good boy, - I giggled, slapping him on the back of the head.

I opened the cabinet with various toys and took out a black collar with a leash and the inscription: Whore and handcuffs. I recently ordered them, these were real, not play police handcuffs. A light crack of the ratchet and he was already securely cuffed, I wrapped the collar around his neck and enjoyed what was happening even more.

I went to the bed and pulled his leash, he tried to get up, but I angrily barked:

- On your knees! On your knees! That's it!

- I don't have the strength to punish you, you've already done it so many times, - I shook my head, looking at the whip hanging on the nail and watching him try to walk on his knees.

I sat down on the bed and spread my legs.

So! Our friend is coming today, and I sweated at night, you don't want him to be unhappy, right, please clean it! - I giggled, touching my excited labia and again involuntarily arching from the excitement and lust that began to fill me. The touch of his tongue excited me even more and I felt his hard work and, unable to restrain myself, let out an excited languid moan, I grabbed his hair and pressed his head between my legs, I already wanted to splash out the accumulated energy, but I held back, accumulating excitement in myself further! I knew that the longer you delay the moment, the brighter it will be!

I watched with disgust, depravity and revulsion as he moved on to licking my skin, legs, toes and everything else. I was aroused by his humiliation and servility before me and sometimes I even thought:

— I wonder how much more I can humiliate him, how far he is ready to go!

Now it seemed to me that he would do everything for me. It was funny that this was exactly what made him undesirable as a lover. I wanted to be used and humiliated, I myself loved to be in the role of a slave, but not for him! He was below my rank and had no right in my mind to do this to me, and I enjoyed his humiliation, as a slave enjoys the humiliation of a slave of a lower rank.