Smartly Dressed

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When Smart Fabric was first created, its uses were mostly innocent. A material not unlike cotton that could disperse mood-altering hormones into the wearer's skin through their pores had the potential to be a real game-changer. Inevitably it was strictly banned in sports almost immediately but in other sectors products were rapidly designed for the mass market. The Empower Suit – businesswear that gave the owner the motivation and confidence of a CEO. Cotton Courage – thermal underwear for military and law enforcement than removed all fear and doubt when in the line of duty. And even the Patience Pyjamas – a fluffy onesie designed for parents that allowed them to stay calm and stress free all day long.

For all the initial benevolence, it was only a matter of time before Smart Fabric was used for more 'adult' purposes. Before long entire ranges of sex products were available for purchase – most of them focussing around the dominant/submissive dynamic. Catsuits that made the wearer feel ten foot tall and handcuffs lined with fur that could render you as tame as a kitten were just two examples of new wares that now occupied the shelves of sex shops and every dingy corner of the internet.

It was from one of these websites that Clara bought a pair of Prison Panties – an especially devilishly sexy pair of satin underwear that promised a broken and eager to please 'slut' ready for use. Of course, she had no desire to ever slide such revolting things up her legs and over her backside – they were merely a trap. Bait.

Clara had become aware of her husband's shameful habit about a month ago when she found a stained pair of her panties stuffed behind the back of their bed. She had found many more since and buying the Prison Panties was her plan to catch him in the act and punish him.

In didn't take long for the rat to make a move on the cheese and just two days after Clara had put the enticing new knickers into her panty drawer, she came home from work to find John whimpering in the kitchen on his knees, entirely naked except for the satin panties hugging him tightly.

True to the product's promise, John was now putty in her vengeful hands and it was child's play to get him into the rest of the items she had ordered from the same site. She watched with satisfaction as he slipped into the sissy maid's uniform and pulled on the assortment of shackles, the Smart Fabric from each rendering him more and more submissive until his weakling sycophancy actually became irritating and Clara applied a ballgag to shut him up.

Two hours later and John was halfway through his chores. Each task completed was its own reward and even though a deep feeling of shame ached within him, it was good to serve his mistress. With only two more jobs to do he wondered what she might have in store next. He just needed to finish hoovering...oh, and order some more Prison Panties so he could be a good clean sissy.