You see the gorgeous new heels that I just bought with your whole paycheck, the week's worth of hard work now on my feet, worn proudly, but not for you. I wear them for other men, real men, and we both know why. I make you work hard for me so that I can have these luxury items that make up for your, shall we say, shortcomings as a husband .

You stare at the garters and cuban-heeled stockings that I'm wearing, admiring my long, pale legs and smooth skin. You long to touch me, but you know that you aren't allowed near my body without permission.

You watch as my latest boyfriend... Show more