I want My chattel sit to touch My silk sheets, to feel how smooth and soft they are; it's a privilege he doesn't normally deserve. But today I want him to smell the silk, to touch it with his face, to wrap himself completely in the sheets. Because these are the bed sheets I have been using for the last two weeks, and they are impregnated with the smells of the sex that I had with hubby numerous times during this period. I want sit to soak in all these scents, to feel what sex smells like: My perfume, sweat and sanctum juices from the multitude of orgasms I've enjoyed between them. sit will ...

I want My chattel sit to touch My silk sheets, to feel how smooth and soft they are; it's a privilege he doesn't normally deserve. But today I want him to smell the silk, to touch it with his face, to wrap himself completely in the sheets. Because these are the bed sheets I have been using for the last two weeks, and they are impregnated with the smells of the sex that I had with hubby numerous times during this period. I want sit to soak in all these scents, to feel what sex smells like: My perfume, sweat and sanctum juices from the multitude of orgasms I've enjoyed between them. sit will never get to experience such intimate moments in My bed; the size of his minuscule dick forever casts him into the role of My cuckold. Wrapped in My silk sheets, he will be conditioned to enjoy this position, to put My sexual satisfaction above everything. Under My hands, it takes mere minutes for his dicklet to get hard and start dripping cum in ruined orgasms as I program his cuckold status into his susceptible mind.