Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Trans, Author: klammer, Source: xHamster
It is our anniversary and I sit naked on our bed. When I awoke this morning I was told to shower and to shave every inch of my body, to rub lotion and powder on myself so that every inch of me was soft and caressable. I have done as I was told; I am very obedient. By now the cherry red polish on my toes and my fingers are dry and shiny. My lips are glossed the same color. My eyebrows are plucked and shaped, my lashes curled, my face powdered, my cheeks blushed, my shoulder-length hair combed. I am so excited I want to touch myself, to give myself some relief, but I dare not. I hear the car enter the driveway, the engine die, the door slam. It seems like hours before I hear the house door open and close, then the footsteps on the stairs. I look in anticipation at the door as my lover enters behind an armful of packages. The packages are dropped on the bench at the foot of our bed, forming a ziggurat leading to my lover's face. This is only fitting, for she is the goddess whom I worship. Her eyes sparkle and a broad smile parts her lips, glossed a deeper red than mine. Her eyes peruse me as she straightens up, obviously pleased with what she sees. She is wearing a navy blue pantsuit, a white shell, and navy blue pumps with two-inch stacked heels. A single strand gold necklace, a gold-band wristwatch, and small gold stud earrings complete her outfit. She starts with the middle box. It contains a thong-and-bra set in lilac. I lay on my back with my feet in the air as she slides ...