No time to waste, time to get dressed

“Well, hopefully it won’t look too off, let's get you in the costume and get Molly going,” Katie admonished as she turned to the garment bag and pulled out the green and black dress with tan leather accents and buckles.

Looking in the mirror at the outfit, Vyki was at once excited, apprehensive, and almost a little disappointed. She was so elated that the time was finally here and she was going to be able to finally wear this. However, she was a little apprehensive as, while she had worn shorter, this seemed to be rather short still. But the disappointment surprised her more than anything; it almost seemed formless and hardly as sexy as what her training had been in.

Katie was reading Paul’s face and could see the fear and discomfort run over it and a little bit of her own sadist seemed to creep out; “you ready for this?”

“Sure,” Vyki responded, “let's do this,” as she turned around to step into the open dress.

Katie had wanted to get a bigger rise out of him, but she was sure there would be plenty of stories later. Getting behind him, she zipped up the dress to the neck and moved to grab the other accessories from the bag. Seeing him turn towards the mirror she halted him, “STOP!” Seeing his bright, wide, made-up eyes look on in abject horror. “You’ve gotten enough peeks. I want you to wait until the final product before you look in the mirror.”

“Fine,” Vyki said rolling her eyes and just giggled, but then suddenly felt excited to actually see what Katie was talking about.

Grabbing a big poofy lacy item, and a couple leather armbands, she knelt in front of Paul and held open the black mini-petticoat instructing him to step into it like the panties before. Pulling it all the way up to waist, before fixing the skirt and adjusting it a little bit, Katie moved to his arms when she was done. “Let's slide these on your arms,” Katie instructed to put his forearms in the leather cuffs.

Going back to the bag again as Vyki adjusted cuffs a bit fiddling with the dainty lace sticking out the top before messing with the hem of the petticoats like a little girl in her first formal dress. “Stop messing with it, deary,” Katie admonished as she went behind Paul to attach a black cape under the hood attachment.

Finally, she pulled out the final clothing piece: a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels. She hadn’t noticed before, but the little padlocks on the straps were actually functional like Paul’s corset. Holding the tiny keys, she went down to his feet again instructing him to step into the heels as she looped the strap around and clicked the locks into place before standing up to hand him the token keys for the tiny locks. “Figured you might want these.” However, her playful look quickly took on a very pensive & worried look as stared closely at Paul.

Vyki noticed Katie’s expression and took on a panicked tone herself, “what?!? What is it?”