I am the dominant

“I mean, if I get to pick I’m gonna be on top.” The confidence in his voice was almost surprising to DJ. PK on the other hand expected this.

‘Makes sense. Well, time for the bad bitch outfit!’ Stepping over to his sister’s closet, he slid the door open. DJ’s eyes were **** to scan across the row of black, dark gray, and darker gray material. Finally, PK must have spotted what it wanted cause his long nailed hand reached in and pulled out a hanger holding onto the tightest pair of leather pants his sister owned.

DJ paused for a moment before he allowed his body to slip the pants on. Suddenly, PK’s control of DJ’s body froze as well. ‘What the fuck?’

“Look, I’m gonna be the dominant right? Can’t very well be someone’s walking puppet can I?” DJ looked behind him at the mirror that showed his mostly naked body. The hair, makeup, nails, and thong wove a story that he wasn’t sure he didn’t want to see through. Pursing his painted lips, he decided to speak up again. “Well, either you did something that makes me want to do this, or I actually do. So we are gonna make a deal now. Partners. You can help, but you can’t demand.”

PK’s frustration boiled up inside of DJ, giving him the feeling of an over pressurized container. Suddenly, the pressure cut out and the threat of explosion slipped away. ‘Fair. In that case, I get a say in big decisions. No going rogue.’

DJ chewed on that thought while he looked down at the rest of the clothes in the closet. “Fair. Call it 51/49.” With that decided, both PK and DJ relaxed their struggle for control. Pulling on the leather pants was more difficult than DJ had ever expected. With how often Jaime wore stuff like this, it was less than easy to do.

With the pants full on and zipped up, DJ was amazed at how good his thighs and ass looked in the skintight leather. “This isn’t as bad as it could be I guess.”

‘Alright, quit perving out on yourself. Now, boots before corset.’ DJ’s hands reached down and pulled up a pair of platform stiletto lace up boots. The six inch heels looked lethal as he sat down on the bed and began to pull them on.

“Corset huh? Any chance I can talk you out of that?” DJ was constantly hearing his sister’s complaints about shapewear and how much it sucked. He certainly didn’t want to experience it on his own.

‘Nope. This one neither of us can do anything about.’ Standing up, DJ’s body moved to the closet slowly. Each step was a masterclass in sensuality. A smirk came across DJ’s lips as he felt his body move. Nodding, he watched his hands move under their own volition and pull out a black corset. The lace covered garment had more straps than expected on it, and that's saying something for an object that laced up.

DJ gladly relinquished control of his body so that PK could put the complicated top on. Surprisingly, he enjoyed the feeling of pressure that built up as PK tightened it. Something about the **** posture, and feeling of being held in like that made a portion of his brain feel a bit of comfort.

Now fully dressed, DJ and PK stood to look over their creation. Nodding together, the gestalt moved out of the black room, silently pulling the portal closed behind them. Walking down the stairs, their stiletto heels clicked off the boards of the floor menacingly. Seeing a set of keys and a black purse on the kitchen table, they collected both before stepping into the garage and opening it up.

The pair’s eyes slipped over to land on the black motorcycle that sat to the side of their mother’s Mercedes coupe. Grinning, the twinned beings picked up the matte black full face helmet and slipped it on. Slipping the purse into a small saddlebag, they swung their leg over the machine and slipped the key in the ignition. “This is gonna be fun. I’m assuming you can make us drive this?”

‘You bet your ass we can.’