The Wedding Dress

The soft light of early evening bathed the bedroom in a quiet, golden warmth. Tammy sat in front of the vanity, legs crossed neatly at the knees, her reflection framed in the mirror. The stockings were perfectly aligned, held snug by her garter belt. She wore one of Sally’s older silk blouses, pale ivory, just slightly sheer, and the soft brush of her auburn wig against her cheek made her feel like someone else entirely.

Sally moved behind her, barefoot and smiling, twirling a makeup brush between her fingers.

“You really are turning into such a pretty thing,” she murmured, resting her hands on Tammy’s shoulders. “Soft. Composed. Even your posture’s changing.”

Tammy gave a faint smile. “Only because you keep correcting it.”

“I’m a very patient teacher,” Sally said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But I want more than pretty lips and polished nails. I want to know her.

"Her?”

Sally met her eyes in the mirror. “Tammy.”

Tammy hesitated.

Sally sat down beside her, legs tucked under herself. “Tell me when she first showed up.”

Tammy stared at the mirror, then down at her hands. After a long pause, she began.

“I was sixteen. My older sister was getting married that summer. Her wedding dress lived at home for weeks before the big day, veil, shoes, lingerie… everything. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Sally’s eyes widened. She leaned in closer, resting her chin on her palm. “Oh, yes. Go on.”

“One day I went into her room while I was alone,” Tammy continued. “I opened the dress bag. It was huge. Heavy, layered satin with lace on the bodice. The veil was tucked inside—a long, sheer train with tiny pearls.”

Sally’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Did you try it on?”

Tammy nodded slowly. “Everything. I laid it out carefully. Then I stripped down and stepped into the corset first. Laced it tight. Then the stockings, white, with lace tops. Her shoes were too big, but I still put them on. Then the gloves. Satin. Short. And finally the dress.”

“Did it fit?”

“Surprisingly well.”

Sally’s smile widened. “What did you feel?”

“Terrified,” Tammy admitted. “But also… right. Like I was seeing something I’d always been looking for.”

“Did you do it again?”

“Many times,” she said. “Even after the wedding. Her maid of honour’s dress ended up in our house too—lavender, low-backed, with matching gloves. I wore that for months in secret. It was like I couldn’t stop.”

Sally reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently. “That’s not strange. That’s beautiful.”

Tammy blinked. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said. “I wish I could’ve seen you. That little secret bride. My Tammy.”

Tammy’s lips trembled at the name, but she didn’t pull away.

Sally’s gaze dropped briefly to Tammy’s lap. The fabric of her panties was taut with strain—evidence of everything the memory had stirred.

“Well, look at you,” she teased. “All that satin and lace memory got you worked up, didn’t it?”

Tammy flushed. “Sorry…”

Sally rose slowly and walked to the nightstand. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. Be grateful.”

She took a small key from the dish and came back with a calm smile. “You’ve earned a little release.”

Tammy stood, trembling slightly.

Sally moved slowly, gently, her hands patient, her voice low, teasing. She undid the cage, whispered sweet encouragement, and guided Tammy through every sensation with tender control.

Afterward, when it was over, she kissed her softly and said, “Clean it all up. Then I’m locking you back in.”

Tammy obeyed.

And once the cage was snug again, locked and firm, Sally hugged her from behind and said, “You’re not hiding her anymore.”

Tammy smiled.

“No,” she said. “I don’t want to.”

Measured and Adored

Tammy and Sally stepped out from the fitting room, Tammy still glowing from both the lingerie and Sally’s unwavering affection. She wore the pale blue set under her skirt and blouse, her posture more relaxed now—proud, even. Mia, waiting nearby with a few more selections, lit up when she saw her.

“Oh my god,” she said, grinning. “You’re adorable. Like, dangerously cute.”

Tammy blushed.

Sally gave her a sly look. “Told you.”

Mia handed over a new hanger. “This one’s a satin plunge. Just to spice things up a little. You clearly know how to wear lingerie.”

Tammy hesitated, but Sally whispered, “Try it. You’re having fun, remember?”

Tammy smiled. “Okay.”

Mia leaned casually against the fitting room doorway. “You know, we do a girls’ night every few weeks. Drinks, dancing, dressing up. You’d totally fit in.”

Tammy blinked. “You mean… me?”

Mia raised an eyebrow. “Of course you.”

Sally chuckled. “Tammy doesn’t quite realize how magnetic she is yet.”

Mia reached into her apron, pulled out her phone, and offered it. “Here. Give me your number. I’ll text you next time we plan something.”

Tammy hesitated, looked at Sally for permission. She nodded.

Tammy gave her number, fingers shaking slightly. Mia typed it in and smiled.

“You’re officially in,” she said. “And don’t worry, we’ve had more than one girl with a tucked surprise.”

Sally burst out laughing, and even Tammy giggled, heart pounding in that strange, thrilling way that told her something real had just shifted.

Later That Afternoon – The Mall

The air-conditioned hush of the shopping centre was a sudden contrast to the warm, intimate boutique. But Tammy walked taller now, her wig in place, her stride steadier. The small bag from the boutique swung lightly in her hand.

“First stop,” Sally said, “shoes. Then maybe some cute daywear. And I think we need a little something… casual, for when you’re lounging.”

Tammy gave her a side glance. “Like yoga pants?”

Sally grinned. “Or a silk slip.”

They walked hand in hand past shop windows. For the first time, Tammy didn’t feel like she was hiding. She felt… like she was becoming someone she was always meant to be.

Someone Sally not only accepted, but celebrated.

Silk Between Us

The bedroom felt softly lit and indulgent, like a private dressing salon. On the bed, two pairs of stockings—one sheer black, the other smoky grey with a faint shimmer—were laid out with care. A small bottle of hosiery-safe lotion stood nearby, alongside a few new items for the evening’s lesson.

Sally stood at the foot of the bed, already dressed in a black lace teddy, garter belt snug at her waist. Her seamed stockings hugged her legs perfectly, heels anchored in delicate clips. She smoothed the back of one thigh with a practiced palm and turned to Tammy.

“You’re not starting anything tonight,” she said firmly, “until your legs are dressed properly.”

Tammy smiled and nodded, already slipping out of her robe. She wore a lilac lace bra and matching panties, her frame delicate and softly feminine. She sat at the edge of the bed and reached for the smoky grey pair.

Sally watched her with warm satisfaction. “That’s my girl. Take your time. You don’t rush perfection.”

Tammy carefully gathered the first stocking and rolled it up her leg, smoothing it inch by inch, then repeating the process with the second. When she stood and fastened the garters, the stockings made a soft shh sound that sent a pleasant chill through both of them.

“Better,” Sally said, stepping closer. “You know, I always wear stockings. Always.”

Tammy ran her hands over her thighs. “You’ve never once looked ordinary.”

“That’s not the point,” Sally replied, tracing a finger down the seam of Tammy’s leg. “It’s about how they feel. The caress every time you move. The whisper between your thighs when you walk. And the way people look at you when they notice.”

Tammy gave a shy smile. “They do stare.”

“Of course they do. Hosiery isn’t loud, but it’s magnetic. And intimate. Like a secret only the boldest people notice.”

Tammy nodded. “When I wear them, I feel… elegant. Like I’ve slipped into someone I always wanted to be.”

Sally stepped forward and let their stockinged thighs brush. “And when we both wear them? We’re a matching set.”

The contact sent a quiet thrill between them. They stood close, fabric kissing fabric.

“I think the world would be a better place if more people appreciated the power of silk and seams,” Sally murmured.

“Agreed,” Tammy said softly, her voice a little breathy.

Sally reached for her hand. “Then let’s use that power.”

Sally guided her to kneel in front of the velvet chair. The mounted dildo waited there, as it had the previous evening. But this time, Sally stayed close, one stockinged leg brushing against Tammy’s arm.

“Tonight’s lesson,” she said, “is about control through surrender. Soft lips. Confident eyes. You’ve already shown me how eager you are. Now show me how sensual you can be.”

Tammy ran a slow hand over her own thigh, the stocking making a soft sound under her touch. She took the dildo in both hands and began to stroke it.

“Good,” Sally purred, sitting down. “Now look at me. Let me see my pretty girl work.”

Tammy locked eyes with her and slowly leaned forward, tongue flicking the tip before taking it gently into her mouth.

Sally shifted slightly, her own thighs rubbing with subtle pleasure. “You’re already miles ahead of where we started.”

Tammy sucked softly, her lips wet and steady. Her knees slid slightly apart, the stretch of her stockings keeping her grounded in the moment.

“Every time you move, I can hear them,” Sally whispered. “That’s the soundtrack of seduction.”

Tammy moaned faintly around the toy, and Sally reached down, resting her hand against her cheek.

“Keep going. I want you to finish this round still dressed… still graceful… like a lady.”

Tammy obeyed, each movement slow, sultry, her lips gleaming.

Sally smiled. “Just imagine how much he’ll love seeing you like this. Stockings and all.”

For Mistress’ Pleasure

The dildo was slick now, coated in Tammy’s careful attention, shining in the low light of the bedroom. She knelt at the foot of the velvet chair, head lowered respectfully, lips slightly parted as she caught her breath.

Above her, Sally sat back against the pillows, legs crossed. Her black teddy clung to her curves, and her stockinged legs, still clipped tight in her garter belt, were slowly shifting against each other. She’d been watching intently, every slow bob and lick, and the flush in her cheeks gave away just how much it had affected her.

Tammy glanced up.

Sally’s eyes were hooded. “That was beautiful, sweetheart. You’re learning how to please. How to perform. How to seduce.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Tammy said softly, her voice breathy.

Sally drew one leg up onto the bed, then let it fall open, baring her sheer-covered thighs.

“But now,” she said, voice low and unmistakably hungry, “I think it’s time you reminded yourself why you’re learning all this.”

Tammy sat up straighter, alert.

“You’ve made me wet, watching you,” Sally whispered. “You’re going to fix that. With your mouth.”

Tammy didn’t hesitate. She crawled forward, knees rustling slightly as the stretch of her own stockings tugged gently with every movement.

Sally leaned back, tugging the lace of her teddy to the side to expose herself. The scent of her arousal filled the space between them, rich, warm, unmistakable.

“Come here, my pretty little slut.”

Tammy settled between her legs, placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thigh, lips brushing over silk. Sally moaned, fingers sliding into Tammy’s hair.

“That’s it… worship me. Just like you were taught.”

Tammy obeyed, tongue flicking softly at first, then with more pressure. Her lipstick left faint smudges against Sally’s skin as she worked.

Sally groaned, grinding gently into her mouth. “You’re so eager for it now. All that training… and I think it’s making me the lucky one.”

Tammy’s hands slid up along Sally’s thighs, cupping her gently, mouth working deeper now, more focused.

“Yes, baby. Just like that,” Sally breathed. “God, your tongue feels so good when you’re trying to prove yourself.”

She shifted, arching her back, heels digging into the bed. “This is what a Mistress needs. A girl who knows when to serve.”

Tammy moaned softly against her, the vibrations sending a shudder through Sally’s body.

“Make me come,” she whispered, voice low and fierce. “And I’ll tell Phil how well you performed tonight.”

Tammy doubled down, focused, tongue firm and loving.

Moments later, Sally cried out, shaking, pulling her closer, flooding her mouth with the heat of her orgasm.

Afterward, she lay back, panting, legs twitching slightly.

Tammy rested her cheek against her thigh, waiting.

Sally stroked her hair, grinning. “You really are becoming mine, aren’t you?”

Tammy looked up, lips glistening. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Because soon… it’ll be both of us you’re serving.”

Something Wicked and Satin

The morning sunlight was soft through the sheer curtains, casting a pale glow over the white bedsheets. Sally lay stretched across the pillows, legs crossed, one heel bouncing lazily at the ankle as she scrolled her phone.

Tammy, still in her robe and soft slippers, knelt at the edge of the bed, gently massaging Sally’s calves through her sheer black stockings. The moment was quiet, comfortable, almost serene.

Then Sally’s phone pinged.

She smiled instantly.

“Well, well,” she said, holding up the screen. “Phil wants to see us next week.”

Tammy’s stomach fluttered. “Both of us?”

“Of course,” Sally said, tapping out a quick reply. “He wants an evening together. Somewhere private. Just the three of us. He said, and I quote, ‘I’ve been thinking about Tammy ever since those photos.’”

Tammy flushed pink. “I still can’t believe you sent those.”

Sally laughed. “Baby, he adored them. You should’ve seen his face when he opened the one of you kneeling in that satin slip.”

Tammy looked down. “What… what do I wear for him?”

Sally tapped her chin theatrically. “Well, I was thinking of something tasteful and dominant. Black lace. Seam stockings. Heels, of course.”

Tammy nodded slowly. “And me?”

“You, my darling…” Sally’s grin widened. “I have the perfect idea.”

She stood and crossed to the wardrobe, pulling out a slim black clutch and holding it against her hips. “There’s a little boutique in town with a French maid outfit in the front window. Satin. Ruffled. Short enough to make someone gasp.”

Tammy blinked. “You want me to wear that?”

“I want to buy it,” Sally said. “And I want you to try it on in the shop. Today.”

Tammy hesitated. “What if someone sees?”

“Tammy,” Sally said sweetly, “you’re a maid now. Serving me… and soon Phil too. They should see what service looks like when it’s dressed properly.”

Later That Afternoon – The Boutique

The shop was tucked between a florist and a vintage bookshop, discreet but bold in its window display. And there it was—just as Sally promised: a black satin French maid dress with white frilled trim, a lace apron, and puffed sleeves. Below it, white stockings and a matching headpiece.

Inside, the air was scented with lavender and linen. The sales assistant, a stylish redhead in her thirties, perked up when they entered.

“Looking for something in particular?” she asked brightly.

Sally didn’t hesitate. “Yes. My girl here needs to be fitted in that lovely maid number from the window.”

The assistant blinked, then grinned. “Absolutely. Let me grab your size.”

Tammy stayed quiet, eyes wide.

As the woman bustled away, Sally leaned in. “Breathe. Smile. And enjoy this.”

Tammy whispered, “You’re wicked.”

“I know,” Sally said, winking. “But you love it.”

The Fitting Room

The dress was a perfect, humiliating dream. Tammy stepped out of the changing booth slowly, the black satin glimmering under the lights. The hem barely reached mid-thigh. The apron hugged her waist. Her stockings were new—white fishnets, silky and soft.

Sally let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Tammy. You’re going to serve drinks, drop to your knees, and beg for praise in this.”

The salesgirl peeked in and blinked. “Wow.”

Sally smiled. “Doesn’t she just make your day?”

“Honestly?” the woman said. “She’s adorable. You’re going to ruin men like this.”

“Women too,” Sally added, grinning.

Tammy’s cheeks burned. But a slow smile crept in.

She liked it.

She loved it.

Back at Home – That Evening

They dropped the bags in the hallway as Sally’s phone pinged again.

She laughed aloud. “Tammy. You’re officially popular.”

Tammy looked up.

Sally held the screen out. A message from Mia.

“Drinks tomorrow night. Girls only. You’re coming. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

Tammy blinked. “She really wants me to go?”

Sally took her hands. “Of course she does. You’re part of the world now. You’re seen. And they want more.”

Tammy exhaled slowly, but nodded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Sally grinned.

“Tomorrow, you party with the girls. But tonight… we plan how you’ll serve your Mistress and her lover.”

Neon Nights

The bedroom glowed with soft light and shared energy. Shopping bags from the boutique and mall were spread across the bed, but the centerpieces for the night lay perfectly folded: two pairs of glossy Wolford Neon 40 tights, gleaming under the light like poured caramel.

Tammy held up hers,a classic black pair, shimmering like oil in the package.

“Are you sure?” she asked, heart pounding. “They’re…”

“Perfect?” Sally offered, already smoothing her own tights up her thighs.

Tammy watched, captivated, as the fabric slid over Sally’s toned legs. She paired them with a pair of tight, black PVC shorts that clung to her curves, and a daring crimson satin blouse with a plunging neckline.

“Those shorts are illegal,” Tammy whispered.

“They should be,” Sally grinned, adjusting her garters and slipping into sharp-heeled boots.

Tammy took a deep breath and started dressing.

Her little black dress was short and sleeveless, hugging her frame while flaring slightly at the hips. The Wolfords clung like a second skin, smoothing and sculpting her legs with a subtle sheen. She completed the look with ankle strap heels, a choker, and light smokey eye shadow Sally had insisted on.

When she stepped in front of the mirror, Sally stood behind her and purred, “That’s my girl. Stockings may whisper, but tights like these? They shout.”

Club Inferno – 9:47 PM

Mia met them at the entrance, already waiting with three other women: fierce, glittering, and laughing over cocktails in to-go cups.

Tammy’s stomach flipped.

Mia turned, and froze. “Holy shit.”

Her eyes scanned Sally’s legs first, then Tammy’s, then back again. “Are those… Wolfords?”

Sally winked. “Fresh out of the package.”

Mia reached out, barely brushing the fabric over Tammy’s thigh. “They’re shiny. Like… expensive shiny.”

“One hundred percent,” Sally said. “We don’t do dull.”

The other girls whistled and clapped as they entered. Inside, the bass was already thudding, the lighting low, bodies pressed in motion under colored lights.

Sally led them all through the crowd, like a queen claiming her court.

Tammy stuck close behind, the sheen of her tights catching flashes of light with every step.

Midnight

They’d only been on the dance floor for twenty minutes when the first man approached.

A tall, broad-shouldered guy in an open black shirt leaned into Sally with a grin.

She didn’t pull away.

Tammy watched, breath held.

Sally laughed, said something in his ear, and then, boldly, pulled him in for a kiss.

Their mouths met, hot and open, as the other girls erupted in shrieks and whistles.

Mia turned to Tammy, stunned. “Wait, what?”

Tammy smiled shyly. “She… she’s allowed.”

The other girls blinked.

Mia stepped closer. “So what’s going on? Are you two like… dating?”

“Married,” Tammy said. “But… I’m not the only one she loves.”

Mia looked from Tammy to Sally, who was now pressed up against the guy, his hands sliding along her PVC-clad hips.

“Wait, so you’re okay with this?” one of the other girls asked.

Tammy nodded. “I love it. I serve her. I belong to her. Watching her have fun… it makes me happy.”

There was a stunned pause, then Mia’s eyes lit up with fascination.

“That’s hot,” she whispered. “And those tights aren’t helping me stay neutral.”

Sally returned a few minutes later, cheeks flushed, drink in hand. “God, he was delicious.”

She pulled Tammy close and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re still my favorite girl.”

Tammy smiled, the shimmer of her tights catching Mia’s eyes again.

And for the rest of the night, neither Sally nor Tammy danced alone.

Neon Touch

The club had quieted just slightly, the pulsing bass now softened into a hypnotic rhythm. The booth in the far corner was half-shadowed, plush and private. Most of the group had already slipped out or onto the dance floor one last time.

Only Sally, Tammy, and Mia remained.

Mia sat in the center of the curved booth, nestled between them, legs pressed tightly on either side by glossy, nylon-clad thighs. Her drink was half-finished. Her eyes? Drunk on shimmer.

Sally leaned back, one arm draped lazily behind Mia. “Comfortable?”

Mia exhaled slowly. “Very.”

Tammy shifted slightly, her knee brushing Mia’s. The contact sent a subtle jolt between all three.

Mia’s gaze dropped, for the third time, to their legs.

“I can’t stop staring at your tights,” she admitted, barely above the music. “They’re like… liquid light.”

Sally smirked. “Wolford Neon 40. The gold standard.”

“They look unreal,” Mia whispered, reaching out a hand but stopping just short. “May I?”

Sally didn’t hesitate. “Go ahead, babe. See what perfection feels like.”

Mia’s fingers brushed lightly across Sally’s thigh. The contact was feather-soft, reverent.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “It’s like silk and honey had a baby.”

Tammy giggled, and Mia turned toward her, almost apologetic. “Yours too. I mean, same tights, right?”

“Same shine,” Tammy murmured. “Different girl.”

Mia’s hand slipped to Tammy’s leg, stroking softly from mid-thigh to just above the knee. “Yours feel softer.”

“She’s the softer one,” Sally teased, voice low.

The moment stretched.

Mia’s hand was now moving back and forth slowly between both of them, her fingertips stroking the shimmering tights like she was hypnotized.

“I don’t know what’s hotter,” she said, “the tights… or the fact that you’re both letting me do this.”

Sally shifted, leaning in, her lips close to Mia’s ear. “Why choose?”

Then she kissed her, slow and full, a sultry tangle of lips and breath.

Mia melted into it.

When they parted, Tammy was flushed.

Mia turned, slowly, deliberately.

Tammy didn’t flinch.

Their kiss was different, gentler, a little unsure, but no less electric. Mia’s hand found Tammy’s thigh again, gripping this time, fingertips sinking into the shine.

Sally watched, smirking. “God, you two are cute.”

Mia pulled back, laughing softly, breathless. “This is… not how I thought my night would end.”

Tammy smiled. “But it’s exactly what we needed.”

Mia’s arms slid around their shoulders, hands still resting on their thighs.

And for a while, the three of them just sat, breath mingling, legs tangled, nylon against nylon, lost in the shimmer and the glow of a very unexpected connection.

The Calm Before

The morning sunlight crept slowly across the kitchen tiles, golden and warm. Tammy stood barefoot at the counter in one of Sally’s oversized silk robes, her hair loose and slightly messy beneath her auburn wig. She stirred oat milk into their coffee while Sally sat at the table, legs crossed, still in her Wolfords from the night before.

They hadn’t spoken much yet, just quiet smiles, shared glances, and the occasional soft laugh as memories from the club flashed between them.

Sally’s eyes flicked to the faint smudges of lipstick on Tammy’s neck. “You know Mia couldn’t stop touching your legs last night.”

Tammy blushed. “She kept finding excuses.”

“Not that she needed any,” Sally said, sipping her coffee. “That booth got warm fast.”

There was a short silence.

“Do you think it meant something?” Tammy asked, gently setting down the mugs.

Sally tilted her head. “Maybe. Maybe not. That’s the beauty of it.”

“I liked her hands,” Tammy said quietly. “How curious she was. And how she looked at you.”

Sally smiled. “She’s clearly interested. But we don’t need to chase anything. Let her come to us.”

Tammy nodded, still chewing on the thought.

Sally reached out and took her hand. “You did beautifully last night. You held your own. And looked drop-dead stunning doing it.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Sally’s smile turned sly. “But last night was a party. Tonight is something else entirely.”

Tammy’s pulse quickened. “Phil.”

“Phil,” Sally confirmed, leaning back in her chair. “And this time, we’re staying in.”

“You’re sure?”

“It’s better,” she said. “Comfortable. Controlled. No checking in. No clock to watch. Just the three of us, in our own space.”

Tammy nodded slowly, heart beginning to thrum. “What will you wear?”

Sally set her coffee aside. “I was thinking something elegant. Dangerous. Wolfords, of course. A deep green slip, maybe. He loves that colour.”

“And me?”

Sally stood and walked around the table, sliding her hands into the belt of Tammy’s robe. “You’ll be dressed and waiting. Hair done. Lips glossed. But under it all…”

She leaned in close. “That French maid outfit.”

Tammy’s breath caught.

“I want you to greet him with grace,” Sally said. “And then serve him. Us. Drinks. Kisses. Yourself.”

Tammy’s knees wobbled slightly.

Sally tilted her chin up. “Are you ready to be our girl tonight?”

“Yes,” Tammy whispered. “I want to.”

“Good,” Sally said, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Because you’ll be kneeling at my feet while he takes me, until I call you forward.”

Tammy whimpered softly.

“But first,” Sally said brightly, stepping away, “you’ll help me make this place perfect.”

Her Place, Properly Set

Tammy stood in the center of the bedroom, the late afternoon light filtering in through gauzy curtains. The French maid outfit hugged her waist tightly, puffed sleeves and frilled apron just as eye-catching as Sally had hoped. Her legs were clad in patterned fishnets, her heels modest but delicate.

Sally circled her slowly, one hand on her hip, the other gently stroking the silk of her own green slip dress. Her sheer black hold-ups shimmered with every step, perfectly clipped to a garter belt beneath the hem.

Tammy looked down at herself. “Is this okay?”

Sally stopped. Her tone was calm but absolute. “No.”

Tammy stiffened.

“Fishnets are for play,” Sally said, already walking to the lingerie drawer. “Tonight is ritual. If I’m wearing Wolford hold-ups, you are wearing sheer hold-ups.”

She pulled out a fresh pair,black, translucent, with a glossy welt,and tossed them onto the bed.

“Off. Now.”

Tammy obeyed, lifting her skirt and slipping out of the fishnets with care. Sally watched closely, every movement deliberate.

“Your legs look better in sheer,” she murmured. “You’re a mirror to me tonight. And I want to see myself.”

Tammy pulled on the new stockings, their smooth texture whispering as they slid over her thighs. The garters clicked into place.

Sally sighed, satisfied. “There. Now we’re twins.”

Then her gaze dropped.

“And now… the other matter.”

Tammy blinked. “Mistress?”

Sally opened the small velvet box on the night stand. Inside: a compact, pink chastity cage, smaller than Tammy’s usual, glossy and engraved across the front in delicate script:

sissy

Tammy’s breath caught.

“This is who you are tonight,” Sally said. “And from now on, when you serve us, you wear this.”

She walked forward, knelt with elegance, and unfastened the current cage. Tammy trembled, both from relief and exposure. Sally worked without words, sliding the new one into place, locking it with a gentle click.

“There,” she said. “Small, pink, honest.”

Tammy’s cheeks were burning.

Sally stood again and motioned toward the corner of the bedroom, where a new chair had been placed. Padded, backless, narrow. Fixed to the seat was a small suction-mounted dildo, positioned upright, waiting.

“This,” Sally said, “is where you belong when you’re not needed.”

Tammy stepped closer, hesitant.

“You will sit there,” Sally continued, “plugged, upright, legs closed and hands on your knees. Before and after every task. You don’t move unless I say.”

Tammy looked at the dildo, then back at Sally.

She smiled gently. “It’s not a punishment, Tammy. It’s a reminder. That you are our girl.”

Tammy nodded, tears prickling.

Sally kissed her forehead. “Now go. Try it. I want to see you seated and ready.”

Tammy lowered herself slowly onto the dildo, her breath catching as it pressed inside. The stretch made her tremble—but the feeling of being held there, helpless and still, was grounding.

Sally stood before her, arms crossed, nodding with approval.

“There,” she said softly. “Just where I want you. Plugged, pretty, and patient.”

She leaned in close.

“When Phil gets here, you’ll be already waiting.”

Smooth Obsession

Tammy sat perfectly still on the padded cuck chair, spine straight, eyes forward. The dildo was fully seated inside her now, her body adjusted to the stretch, but every tiny movement still sent a jolt of heat across her skin.

Sally stood before her, arms crossed lightly, a small, wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Start rocking, sweetheart.”

Tammy blinked. “Mistress?”

“Gently,” Sally said. “Back and forth. Slowly. Like you’re letting it remind you who you are.”

Tammy swallowed hard and obeyed. Her heels shifted subtly against the floor, and her hips began to move, just a few inches. The dildo moved inside her with each sway, pressing in deeper on the forward tilt, retreating slightly on the back. It wasn’t intense. But it was constant.

Sally’s gaze dropped to the delicate pink cage between Tammy’s thighs. Within seconds, a tiny bead of clear liquid began to emerge at the tip, glistening like dew.

“There it is,” she murmured. “My needy little sissy.”

Tammy whimpered.

Sally walked slowly behind her, her own sheer black stockings whispering with each step. She let her fingers trail over Tammy’s shoulders, down her arms, and finally across her thighs, light, coaxing strokes that barely disturbed the surface of her hold-ups.

“You do know,” she said softly, bending close, her lips brushing Tammy’s ear, “that I put these stockings on for you.”

Tammy shivered, rocking more deliberately now.

“Phil doesn’t need them,” she continued, sliding her hands along the backs of Tammy’s thighs. “He doesn’t even notice the brand. But you? You’d notice if I changed the denier.”

Tammy gasped, biting her lip.

“I watched your eyes tonight when I rolled mine up,” Sally said. “The way you stared. Like every inch of nylon was a promise.”

Her fingers brushed along the welt, then trailed just beneath it.

“I see how you look at them,” she whispered. “At mine. At yours. At ours. Matching. Glossy. Perfect.”

Tammy was panting now, body taut.

Sally moved back in front of her and dropped to one knee.

“Look at me.”

Tammy obeyed.

Sally ran her hand along Tammy’s thigh again, pressing firmly now, her palm smoothing across the shimmering black hold-ups. Her other hand reached between Tammy’s legs and tapped the cage lightly, making her flinch.

“You’re leaking,” Sally said. “All over your stockings.”

“I can’t help it,” Tammy breathed.

“You’re not supposed to,” Sally said.

She leaned in, brushing her lips just above the cage, teasing but never touching directly.

“I want you wet,” she whispered. “Desperate. Dripping.”

Her voice softened, became more intimate.

“Because tonight, while Phil’s inside me, stretching me, using me… you’ll be sitting right here, full and leaking and aching—knowing that the only thing touching you is nylon and need.”

Tammy let out a small, shaking moan.

Sally smiled and stood just as the doorbell rang downstairs.

She turned, calm and poised, smoothing her silk slip with one hand.

“Showtime,” she said sweetly. “Now don’t move a muscle until I come get you.”

Tammy nodded, legs trembling slightly as the dildo shifted beneath her again.

And Sally walked out, hips swaying, her glossy black stockings catching the light.