In the dim glow of the living room, the blank television screen flickered softly with the faintest hint of static, a silent testament to a standoff neither wanted to break. On the worn, charcoal-gray sofa, Mia sat rigidly, her eyes fixed on the dark rectangle beside her. Oscar lounged next to her, arms crossed, jaw tight, his gaze equally locked on the inert screen. Neither spoke. Neither moved. For weeks now, their night...

Mia moved through the apartment with a slow, deliberate grace, carrying box after box from the front door into the living room. The soft rustle of the packing paper was the only sound as she stacked them carefully, one after another. Heat pooled low between her legs, and she could feel the wetness soaking her panties with every step, fueling a delicious fire inside her. Oscar stood frozen in the hallway, eyes wide as he w...

Over the next few days, the tension in their home became a living, breathing thing—thick, electric, impossible to ignore. Oscar moved with a new kind of reverence, every step weighted by the heavy, relentless reminder pressed tightly against his skin—the cold steel chastity cage that held him captive. The ache between his legs grew unbearable, a delicious tease that left him trembling with need and aching for release he c...

The bedroom shimmered in the warm glow of candlelight, shadows flickering softly across the delicate lace and satin laid out like treasures on the bed. Mia stood close behind Oscar, her breath warm against his neck as she held up the tiny red thong panties—the first step in his full transformation. Her fingers trembled slightly, though she masked it with a sultry smile. The heat pooling low between her own legs made her p...

The night wrapped around them like a velvet curtain as Mia draped the barely-there black coat over Oscar’s trembling shoulders. The fabric was thin and light, barely grazing his skin, stopping just past the curve of his hips and leaving the short, ruffled hem of his French maid outfit teasingly exposed for the world to see. The delicate lace and satin clung to him in all the right places, making every inch of his slender...

Mia settled into the café chair with a slow, deliberate grace, the soft clink of her heels against the floor barely audible over the murmur of conversation around her. The tight, short pink dress she wore hugged every curve of her body perfectly—showcasing her full, proud breasts that strained tantalizingly against the fabric, the long sweep of her legs crossed just so, and the thick, rounded swell of her ass pressed enti...

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the plush, dimly lit hallway of their suite. Mia stepped out first, her thigh-high boots clicking confidently against the polished floor. Oscar followed, each hesitant step marked by the faint jingling of the bells on his heels. Mia’s hand curled tightly around his wrist, a firm tether guiding him forward. “Stay close, pretty,” she murmured, her voice low and comma...