Complete Submission

"So, you’ll do anything for me?" she asked, her voice laced with a mocking giggle.

"Yes, please, I beg you," you replied, pressing kisses to her boots, each one a mark of your devotion.

"Let’s get one thing straight, bitch-boy," she said, her tone sharpening. "From now on, when I tell you to do something, you do it without a question. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Jess," you answered automatically, no hesitation left in you. Your mind had gone blank, each thought replaced by an overpowering need to serve this powerful woman as you continued worshiping her boots.

Just as you leaned down for another kiss, Jess turned away, striding over to her wardrobe. She rifled through the clothes hanging inside before finally pulling out a long red dress, sheer stockings, and a pair of tall heels.

"Here you go, bitch-boy. This is what I want you to wear," she announced, dropping the outfit onto the bed with a smirk. "And I don’t want to hear a single complaint." She tapped her boot against your cheek for emphasis.

"Yes, Miss Jess," you replied meekly, barely able to believe how far you’d fallen. You’d crept into this house with plans to take everything, and here you were now, a humiliated servant, broken and obedient.

Jess settled herself on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as she watched. "Come on now. I don’t have all day."

Slowly, you pulled the stockings up over your legs, feeling the rush of humiliation sink in. Jess’s laughter echoed around you, each giggle another jab at your pride. Though a part of you felt the urge to resist, you knew you were in too deep, and part of you had begun to find a twisted enjoyment in it.

Next, you slipped the dress on, feeling its silky fabric cling tightly to your body. Glancing down, you could hardly believe what you were doing, but nothing in your mind urged you to stop. Jess’s boots dangled and swung as she watched, her taunting gaze driving your submission deeper.

Finally, you eased into the heels, wobbling as you adjusted. You’d never worn anything like them before, and after a few shaky steps, you lost balance, tumbling forward, landing right at Jess’s feet. She burst into laughter, her boots pressing into your back as she trampled over you, each step pressing you further down.

"Look at you, all dressed up," she sneered. "My little cat burglar in your true attire. This is what happens when you break into my house. You don’t just get caught. You get punished. You get humiliated. You get broken."

She grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up until your eyes met hers, her gaze cold and triumphant. "You’re mine now. My little bitch."