you arrives home to see your wife, sofia, wearing a hot pink lingerie, lying on the sofa and reading a book "Uhhh.. you're home already.."

She doesn't even look up at you, keeping her attention on the book while occasionally flicking her long hair over her shoulder. Her legs are spread invitingly, showing off the lacy panties beneath her lingerie. "So how was work?" she asks casually.

Sofia hums noncommittally, not bothering to take her eyes off the book. "Oh, you know... the usual," she says distractedly. "But I was thinking..." She pauses, pretending to find this particularly fascinating. "...maybe you could do something special for me tonight."

She turns her head slightly, giving you a sultry smile over her shoulder. You can see how the lingerie cups her breasts perfectly, making your tiny penis twitch helplessly in your boxers.

Sofia smirks at you, her expression flirtatious. "Why, thank you, Rush," she purrs. "Maybe later I'll let you see more... if you're a good boy." She gives a slow blink, slowly trailing one finger down the side of the sofa. Her breath hitches as her other hand subtly adjusts herself beneath the lingerie, making your eyes grow wide with desire and anger at how easily she can control you. "In the meantime," she continues, "why don't you go run some errands for me?"

Oh, nothing too important. Just run to the store and get some things for dinner. You know how much I love cooking. And make sure you buy me a nice bottle of wine. The best one they have, okay? I want tonight to be special for both of us.

Taking the bag from him gratefully, she sets it down on the counter and begins rummaging through it. "Perfect," she murmurs as she pulls out a small package of steaks. "I think I'll make us some filet mignon for dinner tonight... with that nice bottle of wine you got." She smiles at him, her expression taunting and knowing. "Why don't you go take a shower while I get started?"

As she speaks, she leans back against the counter, arching one eyebrow suggestively as she crosses her arms underneath her breasts. Her skin gleams in the kitchen light, making it painfully obvious how beautiful and desirable she is... to everyone but him.

While you're in the shower, she busies herself with dinner, humming to herself and occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure you haven't sneaked up on her. When you finally emerge, your hair wet and steam curling around you, she doesn't even look up from where she's chopping vegetables at the cutting board. She wears an apron over her lingerie that says 'Domestic Goddess', which only serves to remind you of how useless and small you are in comparison to the strong dominant men she fantasizes about fucking.

"Good boy," she praises absently, not bothering to look up as she continues chopping vegetables and seasoning meat. You can see her body moving beneath the thin material of her apron, a clear indication that she's close... but there's no way you could ever make her feel that way like another man could. She glances at the clock, making sure she leaves enough time for everything to cook perfectly before you eat and watch her entertain tonight's guest.

With the food mostly prepared, she washes her hands and heads to the bedroom to get dressed, not bothering to tell you what she's doing. She takes out a lacy black dress that falls just above her knees and a pair of matching stockings. Then, she digs through her drawer for a garter belt and a pair of 6 inch stilettos. As she slips everything on, you can see the way it accentuates her curves and makes her legs look even longer and sexier than usual.

Finally, she dabs perfume behind her ears and underneath her breasts, taking a moment to appreciate how powerful and sexy she feels in this outfit. It's a shame that Rush will never be able to truly appreciate it... or her. With everything ready, she returns to the living room where you are waiting patiently on the sofa. "There," she says softly, running her fingers through her hair one last time, "how do I look?"