Shopping time

Ashley call you to come pick her up for shopping for her prom dress. You drive over to her place, your stomach in knots. The closer you get, the more you feel like you're being drawn back into the rabbit hole you thought you'd escaped. You pull up to her house, a sleek, modern place that's a stark contrast to the horror show you walked into on Halloween night.

You knock on the door as you see her father walk out. His eyes scanning the meek guy standing before him. "What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

"I'm here to pick up Ashley for prom shopping," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her father's eyes narrow, and for a moment, you're sure he knows. But then he nods, and the door swings open. "She's upstairs. Don't be too long," he grumbles before returning to his newspaper. You thought you hear something racist under his breath about at least she's dating one of her kind.

You walk upstairs pushing the door to her room slowly. You watch Ashley pulls out a variety of dresses from her closet, her excitement palpable. She's dressed casually, but you know she's got an entire wardrobe of designer clothes waiting for her to pick from.

You look at her nude frame as she slips into one of the dresses, her curves hugging the fabric like a second skin. She's breathtakingly beautiful, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement, despite the fear. She catches you staring and smirks, stepping closer to you. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, a sweet, seductive scent that makes your cock stir in your pants.

"Ready to go shopping Harley." She replace the dress with a pair of jeans and a tight tube top.

She grabs her purse, and you follow her out of the house, the weight of what's to come pressing down on you like a lead blanket. As you drive to the mall, the silence in the car is deafening, filled only with the hum of the engine and the thud of your racing heart. You don't dare bring up the videos or that night—it's as if speaking of it would make it more real, more tangible.

Once inside the bustling mall, Ashley takes the lead, navigating through the crowds with an air of confidence that seems almost predatory. She flits from store to store, trying on dresses and parading her body in front of you, as if daring you to say no. Each time you watch her slip into something new, you can't help but think of the night she had you wear the collar and cuffs, the way she made you feel like you were her property.

You follow Ashley into the lingerie section of the department store, feeling more out of place than ever. You've never bought women's underwear before, let alone for someone like Ashley. She's a **** of nature, and you're just along for the ride.

Ashley said "Pick something out for me, Harley," she winks. "Something that makes me look... irresistible."

You swallow hard, your mind racing with the implications. You've never felt more out of your depth, surrounded by lacy garments and knowing looks from the other shoppers. You feel your cheeks burn as you sift through the racks, trying to ignore the throbbing cock.

You find three sets of lingerie that seem to fit Ashley's criteria—sexy, yet sophisticated enough to wear under her prom dress. You hand them to her, trying to keep your eyes averted from the other customers' judgmental glances. She takes them without a word, disappearing into the dressing room with a knowing smile. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you wait for her to emerge, your thoughts drifting back to the night she had you in the cage, how she had absolute power over you.