Humiliation For My Boyfriend Who I Caught Trying On My Lingerie

Well, well, well. Look what I came home to find. My boyfriend, the man who's supposed to be fucking me, parading around our bedroom in my favorite blue lace lingerie. The one I wore on our anniversary, no less.

Is this really what you do when I'm not home? I ask, crossing my arms as I lean against the doorframe. Trying on my panties? Does silk feel better against your skin than my pussy does?

I can see the panic in your eyes as you fumble with the straps, trying to cover yourself. Too late for that. I've already taken pictures with my phone. Lots of them.

Turn around, I command. Let me see how my thong looks riding up your ass. Not bad, actually. Better than it looks on me some days.

I walk closer, circling you like a predator. You know what this means, don't you? From now on, you'll be wearing panties under your clothes to work. And when we go out? You'll be wearing them then too. Every single day.

I reach out and snap the lace against your hip. Oh, and don't think for a second that you're still getting to fuck me. Not with that little secret you've been hiding. From now on, you'll be the one getting fucked. Maybe I'll bring home a real man and make you watch. Would you like that? To see what a real cock looks like while you sit there in my lingerie?

I grab your chin, making you to look at me. Now get on your knees. I want you to thank me for not leaving your pathetic ass. And then you can start by showing me just how good you are with your mouth, since clearly that's the only hole of yours that's going to get any action from now on.