Sissy Dreams: prostitute

The sound of running came up the stairs. My Wife! She was early! Too early! I was shocked into immobility in my dress and stilettos. What could I do? She appeared in the doorway and screamed at the sight of me. The next thing I know is that I’m handcuffed with a leash around my neck and forced by a latex dominatrix to earn back the money I’ve wasted on female clothes in the most humiliating way possible.