Stumbling onto a Starving Closet Sissy Phonesex

I was in DC to meet my husband for a lunch date after his morning meetings. Waiting in his outer office is always a trip, watching the gophers scurry about after their bosses. It reminds me of having my lovely pets, slaves, and sissies in mass all clamoring to earn attention and favor. I bent over from where I was leaning against his secretary’s desk to fix my strap on my stiletto’s when out of the corner of my eye I noticed red fishnet nylons peeking out under a mans suit and shiny dress shoes. My sinful wolfish grin spread across my face as my eyes followed his oh so pressed and polished suit to find him staring at my legs when he seemed to shake himself out of a trance and met my eyes. He lit up like those red fishnets all the way to his ears and I couldn’t resist, my wolf caught the scent of a baby sissy and had to hunt.

Stalking over I introduced myself  as he turned an even darker shade of red and shook my hand. Realizing whose wife I was, this extremely high powered man was looking more like prey by the second. I leaned into him pressing my body against him just enough to whisper against his ear, what lovely fishnets you have on Mr. X where did you find such a sexy shade of red? Leaning back but keeping his hand in mine, I watched him gulp hard, his bottom lip quivering so unsure of himself. Smiling even more, I cupped my fingers into his palm, letting my nails dig with just a pinch of pain into his palm. You know you need to let that sissy cross dressing slut out don’t you Mr. X? Now I’ll help make sure we do just that. I knew my prey was on the hook by the scared but longing look in his eyes, he was going to be a delightfully submissive sissy slut to train.  I was getting extremely aroused being bold in the middle of the office floor. His personal assistant started to dart towards us, thinking I might be pestering him for some event or contribution. As the short young brown nose loser full of his own self importance reached us, I didn’t bother to acknowledge him directly. Instead I kept eye contact with Mr. X and told his windbag assistant to set aside 2 hour lunch  meetings once a week for the foreseeable future. Tuesdays are best for me and preferred, I know you’ll make it fit into Mr. X’s schedule. The poor boy fell over himself knowing just how much of his bosses time that would encompass during working hours, but as he started to argue that Mr. X was so very busy it would never be possible I watched that powerhouse man emerge from behind those longing eyes, he turned just his head slowly to his gopher and with a low snarl told him to make it happen.  My husband joined us just as I finished having gopher take my information and Mr. X handed me his business card with personal information included. Feeling just how wet my panties had become, I licked my crimson red lips as my husband and I left for lunch, knowing my wolf would be snacking and slating her hunger soon as well.

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