Oscar the fashion consultant

After your last day of work for the week, you collect your paycheck and head around to Adela's place. Once Adela greets you with a kiss, she leads you to the dinner table where you eat. As you eat, Adela asks "Say, Oscar, could you help me with something?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to figure out exactly what I'm gonna wear tomorrow."

"I didn't realize I was an expert on fashion."

"Heh... Well, you are a part of my audience, right?"

"Sure am." And your credit card can attest to that.

"Perfect."

The two of you proceed to finish eating, and then head to her bedroom. Inside, you find both her strap-ons laying in wait on her bed.

"So, you gonna wear the lingerie, right?"

"I was thinking that, but I want to make an addition."

"Like those strap-ons?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I mean the normal one would be a little easier to pose with, I think."

"That's what I was thinking too."

"Great minds think alike."

"But I think I want more. You know, something that makes me look powerful."

"Like you're not five foot flat?"

Adela retorts by lightly kicking your shin. "Butthead."

You then kiss her on the forehead.

"Just don't forget who's in charge, Pet."

"Right... What about that jacket of yours. The leather one?"

Upon hearing your suggestion, Adela rushes over to her wardrobe.

"Maybe some leather boots too."

Adela proceeds to fish the clothing out of the upcoming photoshoot. As she sets the outfit down, you try to picture just how it'll look on her. Tall boots and a bulky jacket enlarging her dominant aura, but would also leave plenty of space to flaunt some flesh if she wants. Then there's the fact she'll bring along your ultimate desire: Her strap-on cock. Those thoughts have you completely erect by the time Adela turns to you with a wicked smile on her face.

"That should work nicely, Pet." She says.

"Glad to be of use, my Queen."

"Oh, I'm nowhere near done with you yet."