Acting on your promises

As your eyes open, you groan, body aching. Briefly, you wonder why. Then you realize you are not in your bedroom.

Right. Movies. Old man. Sex. Daddy. King. Princess...

You place a tremulous hand on your abdomen, memories of the previous night's event flooding into your mind.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? Right now, you can only hope that this mystery man won't hold you to things promised in the heat of the moment. You sit up, looking around for your clothes.

Nothing. Not even your shoes. Confusion consumes your visage. You do see your phone on the side table. Grabbing it, you see that the time is past noon. At least you didn't have classes today.

You groan again. Right. School. That's still a thing. Ugh. Last night seems to have made everything seem complicated...

The door opens suddenly, the old man entering the room with a shopping bag in tow. He smiles that same, predatory smile as he sees you're awake.

"Good morning, Princess." He chuckles pleasantly, moving towards the bed. "Or, should I say, good afternoon." You feel yourself blushing, looking away. He sits next to you on the bed, offering up the shopping bag. You look at him in surprise. "I decided my Princess needed something nice."

Curious, you open the bag, surprised to find fabric. Pulling it out, you find you're holding onto a gorgeous, "little black dress." It has off-the-shoulder short sleeves, and you guess that it wouldn't come even halfway down your thighs. Accompanying it is a pair of what you can only describe as bold red "fuck-me" pumps with a strappy sandal design. You figure you would barely even be on the tips of your toes for how high the things are. You barely manage to blurt out a stuttering thank you.

"I'm glad you like it, Princess," he puts his hand on where the blankets cover your thigh. A shiver runs through you at his touch. "Go ahead and change, Princess. We have to pick up your things today." You pause as he stands.

"Wh-what...?"

"You said you would stay here, remember?"

Your heart sinks. He's actually holding you to it.

"I have a car waiting for us outside. I'll accompany you to your former home to move your belongings here." He leans down, kissing you commandingly. When he straightens, he smiles that "cat-who-caught-the-canary" smile once more before leaving the room, clearly expecting you to follow shortly dressed in the new clothes he purchased for you.