You’re waiting at home, heart racing, when I finally walk back through the door after “talking” to your boss. My lipstick is smudged, my hair slightly messy. “Guess what, darling? I secured you the raise. I know! Don’t worry about how… it’s all good. Anything for you, baby. Literally anything.” You start asking questions. I sigh softly, gaslighting you with that calm, patient voice you know so well. “Nothing happened… well, I talked to him. That’s what I literally did. You’re stressed, darling. You must be imagining things.” But the more you push, the more the truth starts to slip out in teasing little pieces. I did what I had to do. For you. For us. I remind you how perfect I am as your wife while I casually drop hints about what really went on in that office. My voice stays sweet even as the humiliation sinks in deeper and your dick THROBS as I tell you more of the details - the humiliation cutting deeeep but making you harder than you've EVER been. Oh and of course, I hated every second of it ;)
