You whisper darkly

You whisper darkly with malice and revenge in your bi male eyes to me, seeing my eyes open suddenly, wide as split coffee, as you come home unexpectedly on an earlier flight this summer vacation and discover me half-asleep in your queen-sized bed, completely cross-dressed as a French maid (made to obey?) or slutty schoolgirl in her thigh-high stockings, garter belt, tight white panties, slip, push-up bra, black skirt, and revealing slightly unbuttoned white blouse.

Just what do you think

Just what do you think you are doing, young man?” you exclaim as you place your hands on your hips and observe my reaction as I wake up and realize that you are home early, very early. I wonder what you are going to do as feel the clothes grow tighter in fear. You ponder what kind of punishment would be appropriate as you wait for the answer.