You're all dressed up for a party weekend (nothing too overly slutty, casual chic), and asked me to housesit for you while you're gone. From the moment you walk out the door I cannot fight the urge anymore, and go into your underwear drawer and pick out a nice piece of lingerie to wear, I complete the outfit with a sexy dress and high heels, which just fit me. But you forgot your handbag in the house, and you returned home to come get it.

You see me standing there in your clothes and say, “What the fuck is going on here?” You say you always had a feeling something was o...

You're all dressed up for a party weekend (nothing too overly slutty, casual chic), and asked me to housesit for you while you're gone. From the moment you walk out the door I cannot fight the urge anymore, and go into your underwear drawer and pick out a nice piece of lingerie to wear, I complete the outfit with a sexy dress and high heels, which just fit me. But you forgot your handbag in the house, and you returned home to come get it.

You see me standing there in your clothes and say, “What the fuck is going on here?” You say you always had a feeling something was odd, lingerie that disappeared after I visited, your vibrator not in the usual place, etc...

You then say well you don't look that bad, I'm sure we can find some cocks for you to suck. You start taking pictures of me while telling me all the things you have planned for me, you're gonna turn me out so I can pay you back for the stolen lingerie, and make me a true sissy slut.