Jason Master
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Sslovebbc... Harley
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 07:28:28 +0000 UTCArrive at her house expecting to leave, but she ask you to come to her bedroom
You shockingly nod your head, the anticipation and dread mingling in your stomach as you follow her to her bedroom. The room is a reflection of her personality—dominant and chaotic, with posters of rock stars and sports figures plastered on the walls, trophies and medals scattered across the shelves, and a large four-poster bed with black satin sheets in the center.
As you enter the room, she locks the door behind you. The click of the lock echoes through the space, sending a shiver down your spine. She saunters over to her dresser, pulling out a black velvet box. She opens it, revealing a pair of handcuffs. "These will look so cute on you," she says, her voice low and seductive.
You watch as she approaches you, the handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "Hehe just kidding."
The relief floods through you, but it's short-lived as she opens her closet to reveal a collection of women's clothes that could rival a small boutique. "You fancy any of theses."
You take in the sight of the clothes, trying to process what's happening. "I... I don't know," you manage to stutter out, your heart racing.
Ashley grins and saunters over to you, her hips swaying with the confidence that you wish you had. She grabs a pink dress, the same color as the lingerie she had you wear in the mall. "I think this will be perfect for you," she says, holding it up against your body. "It'll match your outfit perfectly."
You swallow hard as she turns you around and unbuttons your shirt, her hands cool against your skin. You let her slip the dress over your head and down your body, the fabric whispering against your skin. It's tight, hugging your body in a way that makes you feel both vulnerable and oddly powerful. You look in the mirror and see a reflection that's both you and not you, a sissified version.
"You're so much fun to dress up." Ashley says with a laugh as she spins you around to face her. She runs her hand over the silky material, smoothing out any wrinkles, and then steps back to admire her handiwork. "You really do look like a pretty little girl in this," she adds, her tone a mix of admiration and amusement.
Your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and something else. "Thanks."
"Hehe, I love making you fluster Harley. Mm you know what..." Ashley hand slides up the dress as she grope your cock. "You should really get use to it, wearing dresses and all. Maybe we could go out like this sometime, just the two of us." She says with a wink, her hand squeezing you a little harder.
You swallow hard, your eyes flickering to the handcuffs she had shown earlier. The idea of being seen in public like this, with her, is both terrifying and exhilarating. But you don't dare to protest, not when her hand is there, teasing you through the fabric of the dress.
"You'll do anything for me still. Even after what we did to you on Halloween."
Her words hang in the air, a reminder of the power she holds over you. You nod, unable to find the words to resist or protest. The dress feels like a prison, but also a thrilling escape from your usual reality.
Ashley pulls you closer, her hands exploring the curves of the dress, her fingertips grazing your skin. "You know, I did like you before. I had a huge crush on you in middle school but you never did anything. Now look at you. Dress up like my personal Barbie."
You think she's trying to humiliate you but soon ...
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