When I got home, I was surprised to see the light on in my bedroom, because I knew that only my young husband was in the house. What was he up to? I stealthily opened the front door and quietly climbed the stairs. I peeped into my room.
What a sight. My hubby was standing in front of the mirror wearing one of my silk summer dresses. Now I could revenge myself against males in general and my husband in particular!
I walked in, leant against the wall and said mockingly, "My, don't we look pretty today."
He whirled round, absolutely shocked, and blushed to the roots of his hair. "I-I'm sorry, love." he stammered, "I don't know what came over me."
"Well, well," I said. "fancy my husband being a big sissy. Wait till my father and mother hear about this."
"No, no," he pleaded, "please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything, but please don't tell."
Now he was completely in my power. I was going to enjoy this. "Alright then, but you must do everything I say, right?"
"Yes, I will," he replied.
"Right, just pull your pretty dress up and show me your undies."
He knew he had to obey. He reached down and grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it up. Underneath, he was wearing his underpants.
"How disappointing," I micked, "what should be worn under dresses? Answer me!"
"P-panties?" he managed to say.
"That's right, panties! Shall we find a nice pair of pretty girls panties for you?" He didn't answer. "Ask me to find you some pretty panties," I said.
Looking totally embarrassed, he obeyed. "Please find me some pretty panties," he said.
