Why the Long Face?

Continued from: Fallen Angels

"Why the long face, Derek?" 

Ohhh, right, right. It's because you go to bed every night and look down and see this: 

While your wife is in some layover hotel room, probably doing this:

You wake up in the morning, Derek, and diligently make your bed and tidy your room until it looks like this:

 While your wife wakes up in the morning and diligently addresses something also...

But don't worry, she'll be home soon. 

Do you remember Vanessa and Derek? Goddess Vanessa as I like to call her, and her loving, sissy cuckold husband, Derek. Their storyline began here: Vanessa is a Goddess

God she is stunning! I have a major girl-crush on her and actually let her Domme me one night, with MY wife's permission of course. 

You can read about that steamy session here: I often envy submissives

Since these two have such a unique dynamic, I wondered if I could bring them to life using ethically sourced, text-based image generation. 

I described Vanessa as Cuban, 30 years old, a flight attendant with a proclivity toward hosiery and heels, make-up, grace and poise. 

Ummm...*panty check*

Yep, I think we can work with this version of Goddess Vanessa. 

And what about poor Derek? 

Haha...he looks like a version of Zach from Saved by the Bell. You better not let your wife catch you in those boring boy clothes, Preppy! 

That's better sissy gurl. Get your chores done and the house cleaned before your wife gets home, and make sure you're dressed like a little girl, as she had asked...or you know you'll be in deep trouble!

As the sun rose over the Miami horizon, Vanessa, the ravishing flight attendant, prepared for the final leg home to Toronto.

Her raven-haired beauty gleamed in the blossoming light, her curves accentuated by the fitted uniform she wore so elegantly. Meanwhile, back at home, her devoted sissy husband, Derek, waited anxiously, dressed in a frilly maid's outfit, complete with satin gloves and a headpiece. His heart raced with anticipation as he finished handwashing Vanessa's delicates and ironing her laundered clothing. 

By afternoon, Vanessa's arrival home was imminent. Derek assumed the position, presenting himself at the base of the couch as a willing footstool. As she lifted one foot, then the other, onto his trembling back, Derek couldn't help but emit a sigh of contentment. 

With deliberate slowness, Vanessa slipped off her stilettos, setting them carefully and neatly in front of Derek's nose. The scent of warm leather and musky nylons, mixed with lotion, wafted upward. 

His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma as he gazed longingly at the insides of her high heels, a spot he knew his tongue would soon be put to use. Vanessa settled in, letting out a satisfied moan as she rested her hosed feet on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sissy attire.

Vanessa's weight pressed down upon him, her toes curling gently over his shoulder blades. Derek's mind wandered to the ache beneath his satin panties. The steel confines of his chastity cage seemed to tighten, a cruel reminder of his captivity. The delicate lace trim of his underwear, adorned with tiny hearts and flowers, only added to his sense of emasculation.

The contrast between his restricted cock and Vanessa's carefree sensuality was a constant thorn in his side. Yet, as he breathed in the heady aroma of her stockinged feet, now resting comfortably on his nose, Derek knew he wouldn't trade this humiliation for anything. 

For in this world, Vanessa was queen, and he was but a lowly subject, destined to serve her every whim. 

It didn't quite help his cause however, that she was the queen of a certain suit. 

Welcome back, Vanessa and Derek. We've missed you!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pent-Up