I can feel his eyes on me, burning with a mix of lust and humiliation as I sway my hips, my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my dress. The dress, a gift from my lover, is a symbol of my power, my freedom to tease and torment. I know he’s watching, his cock hard and useless, as I flaunt my curves, my body a weapon in this game of dominance. I’m his hotwife, his slut, and I love every second of his suffering.