the dress

 

Like every Monday, the phone rang as I was in front of my computer in the office. When I answered, a very recognizable female voice said, "On break in my office.".

A line click was then audible to me.

She ended the call.

This call had been on my long-awaited list.

I was fully aware of my options.

When it was finally nine thirty, I went to my closet, got the bag with the dirndl I had purchased a few days earlier, and left.

I rang the doorbell to her office with excitement.

Inside.

Nothing moves.

Knowing how much she despises impatient men, I almost knocked again, but I refrained.

The clock caught my anxious attention.

I was aware that waiting would take up too much of my time because a 15-minute break is so short.

Naturally, I expected her to put the dirndl on right away, as she always did with my gifts.

I might then be able to see her exposed body.

I entered, shut the door behind me, and knelt down after five minutes when I finally heard her say, "Come in.".

She sat provocatively on her office chair with her legs apart as she frequently did.

I regarded the way she had instructed me as I looked down.

Have you brought the present, she inquired.

Naturally, I had.

Otherwise, I doubt I would have had the courage to approach her.

I blinked.

Then you can come over here.

I crawled over to her while on my knees and gave the bag to her.

She likes courteous slaves, so I gave her pumps a quick kiss as a greeting.

'No problem.

After a while, she muttered something irritated and stood up.

She removed the dirndl from the bag, held it up to the light, and gave it a thorough inspection.

I doubt that this is what he had in mind.

She groaned.

We recently attended the Oktoberfest in Munich, and ever since, he has been having fantasies about peasant girls wearing dirndls.

That's why you guys are so inferior to us—you guys are all about sex.".

You are so susceptible to manipulation because of your instinct.

She grinned.

"But you already know that.".

But occasionally I have to help him out.

She sighed.

For a very long time, he was prohibited from doing so.

I somehow need it once more.

She grinned naughtily.

She stared at the dirndl while lost in thought.

Eventually, she added, "You know, we're planning a role play: I'm such a naive peasant girl and I work in the garden with a hunched posture.

Then he approaches, lifts my skirt, and grabs me firmly from behind.

She said, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Everything has to be perfect in a game like this," she said.

Even practicing Bavarian, she added.

If only I knew if he liked the dirndl.

Once more she paused to reflect.

It's best if you put it on, she says abruptly.

I flushed.

She yelled at me, "Come on! Come on, we've only got a little while!," and I complied.

I was so embarrassed that I stripped off my shirt and pants before slipping into my dirndl.

I had no choice but to appear ridiculous.

I hadn't really thought of it that way.

The door behind me could open at any time, allowing someone to see me.

And to top it all off, she took pictures on her phone.

I'll send it to my sweetheart.

Afterward, he will have a precise image.

' She grinned.

She observed my fear.

I was missing exactly that.

I believed that our relationship was a private one.

A jealous spouse's problems were the last thing I needed.

'Don't worry, I told him about you,' I said.

Even that I found a moron like you made him happy.

Consequently, he won't have to keep buying me new toys.

We make significant financial savings as a result.

She appeared to be amused.

She told her to bend over and lift her skirt.

She asked for additional poses and exclaimed, "I want him to be able to imagine it exactly!" She then smiled and took the picture.

You have exactly one minute remaining, she said as she suddenly turned to face the clock.

I got my penis out from under the dress once I had understood.

But please don't ruin my dirndl, she commanded angrily.

With the other hand, I raised the skirt as quickly as I could to prevent soileding the dress.

She kept snapping photos.

She could have shown these photos to her husband, and I was so ashamed of her.

Though I suppose that was exactly her intent, she completely humiliated and degraded me.

She wasn't going to be so kind to me anytime soon, but on the other hand, this situation excited me as well, and it was a chance I couldn't pass up.

Because you don't actually pose a threat to him, and also for the family album.

' She grinned.

He is aware that I prefer men with good physiques.

'.

She grinned arrogantly.

She then began to count, saying, "Ten, nine, eight.".

I arrived just in time, creating a massive puddle on the floor of her office.

Like nothing had happened, she reseated herself in front of her computer.

She casually said as she turned her back on me:.

I have work to do; clean up your mess and then leave.

In order to clean the floor as effectively as possible, I put my shirt and pants back on.

I almost forgot to ask for 200 euros, she said as I was about to leave.

I'd like to offer you something once.

'Of course, I gave her the cash; I'm always obedient to my mistress.

I didn't know what she wanted to spend the money on for me, but that will probably change soon.