Maria dresses Vanessa

She was ready to protest, but as soon as the words were about to leave her mouth, she second guessed herself and covered her open mouth with a fist. She stared up at the ceiling in search for an answer on what to do. I had never asked Vanessa is she was religious, I simply assumed that she wasn't due to her career choice and because I had never seen her with a cross or something similar, yet at this moment it felt like she was trying to ask God what the right choice would be. While waiting for her to accept what I told her or to reject it, my mind wandered for a moment, and I asked myself if maybe that's secretly what Regina is. The thought left as quickly as it arrived, for she finally had an answer to give me.

"You did say that, didn't you?" She was nervous, unsure of the road she had decided to travel. "Alright, then. You can dress me. But, please, don't make it weird. That's all I ask you."

And her wishes are my commands, of course. She didn't want me to make this weird, and I shall not. She is the one that will make this weird, by getting turned on over me dressing her.

"This is going to turn you on like you wouldn't believe" I whispered, hoping for her to just barely make out a few words and then try to decipher the meaning of them for as long as I was doing this. I was assured that the ring understood I meant that as a wish by the way it warmed up. Worth it, of course.

With all my available options, I decided to start with the choker. Gently pressing it against her the front of her neck, wrapping it around it's sides and hooking it at the back; I allowed myself to take a moment and appreciate the blurry image of her as my pet. Film student that I am, I could picture this at a scene that established a dramatic turning point on the plot, the moment where the audience is meant to finally take in that the protagonist has changed, the betrayal to the friendship marking something that had already happened long before inside their psyche.

And yet, there could be another, more charitable reading. The protagonist, as different as they are now from how the movie started, still appreciated their beloved friend just as much if not even more so than they had before. And the subtle smile on the friend's face was a hint that, as unlikely as it seemed, they understood and approved what was happening, at least at an subconscious level. Now that was a lot closer to how I wanted to see this.

After the choker, came the stockings. Vanessa wanted me to put on some underwear on her already, ashamed that she was still naked in front of me, but I clearly wanted to take my time before doing that. It felt good to trace my hands over her leg as I pulled up that long sock, that was more holes than fabric, across it. The second go around was a nice as the first. Both times I ended at her thighs, staring at her crotch as she tried to hide her shame with her hands. It was cute that she bothered to make the effort, pointless as it was.

It would have been too much of a joke if I didn't at least give her the panties at this point. Still, it was very enjoyable to put them on her, because after sliding them up, I had to make sure they were correctly worn by her. After all, what was the point of them being cheeky if she wouldn't show off her cheeks. I knew for sure that, had it been anyone else who was grinning as they told her that they needed to make sure her buttocks we not being covered up, Vanessa would have slapped them silly at that point. It was obvious that she only restrained herself to glaring because it was me, sweet Maria who she had just injured minutes beforehand.

It felt appropriate to finish her lower body at once and put on the garter belt; but, to be frank, my mind skipped over the process as I got giddy over her chest being next. Unlike with her crotch, she didn't attempt to cover her breasts. There were many reasons as to why that might have been the case, but after I looked at her face, my money was on her wanting me to see it. She was enjoying it by now, to have me do this.

When I picked up the bra, I raised it towards her boobs and cupped them with it. I directed her to lower her arms to move them across the straps by herself, and I hooked it up by reaching behind her while my face buried itself against her tits. Finally, as the cherry on top, I was going to put the jacket on her. Of course, wanting one final handsy moment, I got behind her as I shoved her arms down the sleeves, and patted down the front as I made sure she wore it properly.

My vision for her finally envisioned, I took her hand and shot her a devilish grin. "Well, come on, we have to watch that show, don't we? At the very least, we don't want Regina eating all of that by herself." I giggled as I dragged her along. She must have been thinking to herself on if I was really trying to play it off as if what happened was normal or if it was just another joke. But, from the sweat on her hands, the real question she wanted an answer to had to be about why she found it so hot.