Caress

The next morning, I wake up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. The memory of the previous night with Bia echoes in my mind.

“Hahaha… Wow… what a smooth little girl…”, I only hear Bia’s voice, standing on the other side of the bed that I’m facing.

I turn towards her, finding her beautiful face smiling at me, her hair, golden and radiant with the sun's shine. Bia is holding a delicate bag in her hands. Her eyes shine with the same mischief as usual.

“Good morning, sweetie, I have a little something for you,” she announces, her mischievous smile revealing her excitement.

I approach her, already imagining what it is about, she carefully removes the contents of the bag, another set of panties and bra.

"Again, love?" I ask, looking at the beautiful lilac lingerie in her hands.

Bia laughs softly. "Wasn't it obvious?" She replies, amused by my expression.

“It was…”, I respond resignedly.

Bia delicately holds the lilac lingerie, showing it off to me with a satisfied smile. The panties had a luxurious design, with a low-cut back. They were made of soft, stretchy tulle, adorned with a lace hem with a pattern of small flowers, complemented by satin. The back was made of the same material, and lined seamlessly, looking much more comfortable than the red ones I wore yesterday.

The bra was a balconette model, with underwire and lightly padded cups. It wasn't like the little bralette that Bia had me wear the first time, but it also didn't seem like it would be difficult to hide behind a slightly looser shirt. The cups were adorned with the same floral lace as the panties, and had a distinctive cut with a pattern of satin elastics at the neckline, seductively openwork, which left the wearer's bust a little more exposed than in a regular model.

Bia hands me the lilac lingerie. I didn't have the courage to admit it, but I was already anxious to put it on. As soon as I touch the soft fabric between my fingers, a wave of anticipation runs through my body. I slide the bra over my shoulders, and feel the silky texture against my skin. The excitement grows as I buckle the delicate straps on my back.

I barely have time to think before I find myself reaching for the panties, curious to see how they would look on my body. As I slide them down my legs, my excitement increases, my body already reacting to the slightest contact. I didn't have time to finish pulling them down over my knees for my small penis to stand up hard, pointing towards Bia.

"I think my little girl is starting to get addicted to wearing panties..." She teases, her mischievous smile making it clear that she is enjoying my situation. "But I know how to control that naughty little cricket," she says excitedly. I pray that I am wrong about Bia's intentions.

As usual my prayers are not answered, I see Bia take the uncomfortable pink chastity device from the previous day out of the bag, I swallow hard.

“Is this really necessary?” I grumble, clearly displeased at the idea of ​​once again being imprisoned by the chastity cage.

Bia smiles mischievously when she sees my displeased expression with the chastity device. She approaches, holding the device with one hand and caressing my face with the other.

“Yes, my darling, it is necessary,” she replies firmly, but still with a hint of amusement in her voice. “That little weenie looks much nicer in his panties when he’s locked up,” she continues, her eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“Okay…”, I sigh resignedly, realizing that there is no way out of this situation.

Bia smiles as she begins to install the cage, this time without ice, she pushes my hardened penis against the walls of the cage, making me sigh partly in discomfort and partly in frustration.

“Awww… How cute she looks when she’s all grumpy…”, Bia jokes sweetly as she squeezes the cage into place.

Already locked up, Bia covers the cage with the delicate fabric of her panties, “Don’t worry, little baby, I have one more surprise for you, I’m sure you’ll love this one…”, Once again Bia goes back to rummaging through the bag she brought to the bed.

She takes a pair of light beige tights out of the bag, a shade lighter than my skin tone. I look at them shyly, feeling my face flush at the thought of wearing them.

They are made of a soft , thin, transparent material that extends to the thighs and ends with a delicate lace band. They have a sensual subtlety, with a slight shine that makes them even more seductive. As I imagine how well they would match the purple lingerie set I was wearing, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment runs through me.

Go on, put it on, I know you want it,” as an incentive, Bia hands the piece into my hands, then instructing me how to handle it.

“Baby, these socks are much more delicate than the ones you usually wear, you should roll them up to the end and slide them gently down your legs, slowly, so they don’t tear.”

I hold the first leg of the delicate piece as instructed, and bring it up to my foot. The moment the pantyhose passes over my ankles, there is a smooth transition between the fabric and my freshly waxed skin, as if they were coming together in a delicate harmony. The sensation is strangely comforting, as if it were embracing my leg with affection, raising it little by little, until it is fixed in the middle of my thigh by a silicone band that is hidden by the graceful lace that decorates it.

How do you feel?” Bia asks, watching me closely as I adjust my tights.

“It’s… soft,” I reply, feeling **** and exposed, but also curious and intrigued by this new experience.

Bia is amused by my answer. “Hahaha… Of course it’s soft, come on! Put the other one on!”

When I put on the second piece, she continues, "You look like a real doll, all shaved and getting dressed for me. Who would have thought that after all this time I would still like to play with dolls?" She laughs, her voice full of sarcasm and amusement.

"Yeah... who would have thought...", I answer in the best way I can find, I couldn't admit to Bia that I was also having fun with this.

"Now, try taking a few steps, you'll see how good it feels." Bia smiles, her eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

Cautiously, I follow Bia's instructions, feeling the fabric caressing my legs with each movement. It's a different sensation, extremely pleasant.

Wow... You feel like a real top model...” Bia jokes, with that mischievous way that always accompanies her, certainly realizing that I liked it. “Now you can put on your clothes, baby. We don’t want everyone at work to be jealous of your elegance,” Bia continues with an ironic smile on her lips.

Embarrassed, I hide my embarrassment at her jokes, go to the closet, and choose the right clothes so that the features of the delicate lingerie disappear on my body. Finally ready, I kiss my beloved before heading to work.

Stepping outside the house, I remember something important.

“Honey… If you can avoid writing letters at work… Someone might get suspicious…” Sofia’s intrigued face comes to mind.

“Hahaha… Relax, baby, I don’t have any letters planned for today. But keep an eye on your cell phone…”, says Bia in a mysterious tone, winking.

Curious about what Bia might be up to, I continue on my way to work.