John paced up and down the living room, sneaking glances towards their shared bedroom. Finally, finally Maria would share in on his kinks! He had tried so often to get her to do even the smallest of gestures, but she would just not do them. What kind of girlfriend was she, if she wouldn't even try to satisfy some of his kinks? And to add insult to injury, she always wanted him to be the one tied up and wearing that... that thing. John shuddered at the thought. Well, no more! From now on, Maria would be his personal fetishized girlfriend. He couldn't wait to see her. Although, what was she going to wear?
As soon as Maria was out of John's sight she quietly locked the door to the room. She leaned against the door, eyes closed, brown bun pressed against it and unmoving, like plastic. She let out a heavy sigh, gritting her teeth. "Oh, you bastard. You idiot!" She whispered angrily. "Why did you do this to me? You... Argh!" She was angry, but at the same time she was oddly happy. She brought her fingers to touch her new hair-do; it felt like plastic, and it made her smile. Why did it make her feel so good, satisfied even? "It is what was missing in my life." She whispered to herself.
Maria had her own long list of kinks, some of which she knew John wasn't so much into, that's why she rarely pressed them on him. That just made this betrayal all the worse and, strangely, all the hotter. Oh, if only she could get him to be into heavy bondage, submission, and roleplaying as the odd corrupt policeman in a drug bust, or all three at once... She shook visibly. Only thinking about it got her going. But... what if HE was the policeman, and she was a... schoolgirl? Her brow furrowed. Why a schoolgirl? She had never been- "Oh." She said, realising something. She saw herself in a very proper English school outfit - with black pantyhose, and a tie - and blushed a bit. That had never appealed to her before but now... waoh! And what if she wore a harness under that outfit? That made her whimper slightly. Yes! That would be pretty - to be a good little girl on the outside and a naughty dominant underneath. "Oh, that would show him. That would show him for turning me into a slut." She shivered, quickly falling to her knees. She was panting hard. "Oh- Oh- OH! Oh, yes, I am his slut. I'll be his good, completely obedient student. I'll be his hot, mindless secretary. I'll be his vapid Baywatch girl. I'll obey him."
A pause. A long pause. After a while Maria got up, stumbling for a bit. She made her way to her wardrobe, shedding her clothes on the way. She must dress up. But... but with what? She didn't have most of the things John liked. She had what she liked - like the harness she bought but never got to use. Just like John to do this to her without preparing before hand! He could've at least left a box full of clothes for her to change into. Opening her drawer, she got out a pair of suntan pantyhose and started to roll them up her naked legs. It felt like heaven.
