The Dress

 

I watched her slip the dress down her legs, eyes first on the ring finger of her left hand; her wedding rings were missing, which I knew, as they were on a chain I wore around my neck. On her right hand was a promise ring her boyfriend got her last year, a ring she never took off, a constant reminder that regardless of where he was, he was still a presence in our lives.

The dress was floor length, but low cut, doing almost nothing to cover her breasts. When they were out there would be no question they were a couple. 

"You're staring at my breasts," she said, a mild scolding.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, lowered my eyes.

She smiled. "I imagine it's hard not to," she said, "kind of the purpose of the dress, isn't it?"

"It...it's revealing," I said. 

"I hope you weren't having impure thoughts," she said.

"N...not...really," I said, neither admitting nor denying.

"Pet," she said.

"I...I know," I said, swallowing, feeling the cage as I swelled the tiny bit I could. "I...I just...sometimes I can't help but...you're so pretty and it's been so long and..."

"We talked about this," she said, "sissies don't look at women that way."

"I...I know," I said.

"Do I need to tell him?"

"No, please, I...I didn't fantasize, I swear, I just..." I took a breath, exhaled slowly. "That dress flatters your figure," I said, "the color and the cut of the waist are perfect."

She looked at me, smiled at my feminine compliment. Not a you look hot, but rather a compliment one woman would give another. "Thank you," she said, "I appreciate you noticed. I doubt he'll notice anything other than my breasts."

"M...men tend...tend to be that way," I said.

She nodded. "Still, you're toeing the line," she said. "When I'm gone, I want you to spend an hour with practicing your oral skills."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. This was her typical reaction to me having sexual thoughts about her that she didn't invite. An hour or more with the eight inch realistic dildo she'd bought and named (Eric) watching a video on how to suck cock. A re-focusing, as it were.

"Work on eye contact," she said, "men like that. And when you leak..."

"I know," I said, "I...I will." She knew I'd leak and knew I'd do as asked...collect anything that leaked onto the dildo and suck it clean.