If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
I wanted your dignity, too. Remember the first time I dressed you up like a French maid, that night you came over to do my chores? You struggled so much with those heels, while I walked around the house naked and made it even harder for you to clean. I remember the sound your head made when I slapped your bare ass as you knelt beneath the table to vacuum and you just about gave yourself a concussion. And the look on your face as I leaned back on the couch and snapped open a beer, watching you hobble around on those painful stilettos.
And after that, when I started giving you panties to wear to work, knowing the smooth silk would keep you aroused and embarrassed all the time. Even more so, when I added the plug. And the little penis collar that I could shock you with from my cellphone whenever I wanted...
Of course, by that point, I was after your comfort as well.