The dominant woman strides into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her eyes locked on the cuckold kneeling before her. "Put this on," she orders, tossing a delicate dress at him. He catches it, his hands shaking slightly. She watches, amused, as he holds it up, his mind racing with images of her in the dress. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low purr, "Imagine me in it. Imagine helping me into it. Imagine how it would feel to touch me, to see me, to want me, but never have me." He swallows hard, his cock straining against his pants. She smiles, "Good. Now, take it off."