Sissy fashionista

"Matty, look at this gorgeous dress," Kyle cooed, his voice thick with feigned innocence. "Logan, you'd look absolutely stunning in it."

Matty gaped, his gaze darting between Kyle and Logan. He could feel the relief wash over him when he heard Kyle suggest Logan wear this rather than him.

Logan, on the other hand, displayed no outward signs of discomfort. Instead, he beamed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, if Master Kyle thinks I'd look good in it, then I surely will," he replied, his voice cheerful and complacent as he took the dress and headed for the dressing rooms.

Kyle watched Logan's retreating form, his smile growing wider. He glanced at Matty, whose jaw hung slack, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What? Did you think I was referring to you?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I couldn't possibly subject my boyfriend to such humiliation, my **** on the other hand, well that’s what slaves are for."

Kyle explained, watching Logan disappear behind the curtain, his giggles echoing faintly throughout the store.

"But, Matty," Kyle continued, his tone turning serious, "we mustn't forget about you. That bikini looks perfect for you, why don’t you go try it on?"

Kyle suggested, his eyes glittering with excitement. He'd already been planning on getting Matty into some beachwear, he figured that the skimpy bikini would provide both the challenge and exposure that Kyle desired.

Matty gulped, his gaze shifting uneasily between Kyle and the bikini hanging limply from the sales assistant's hands. "Oh, ok sure, I guess I can probably pull that off,” he grinned taking the skimpy garment with him.

As he walked towards the changing room, Matty couldn't help but notice how many pairs of eyes followed him, staring at his curvy hips swaying under the thin material of his mini skirt.

When Matty emerged from the dressing room, his eyes scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his Master, who was still chatting with the saleswoman. The shop was unusually quiet, and Matty could hear the soft chatter of the cashier and Kyle as they discussed Logan's taste in fashion. Matty croaked, his voice barely audible.

Kyle turned around to see his boyfriend standing there looking jaw-droppingly stunning in his little red bikini, as if it had been tailor made just for him.

"Matty," Kyle gasped, his eyes glued to his lover's figure. "You look absolutely incredible. I’m speechless."

Matty's heart pounded in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering wildly with anticipation. He'd never imagined that he'd ever find himself in such a situation, and yet here he was, completely naked beneath a tiny piece of shimmery red fabric.

"Thank you, Master," Matty murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

He carefully adjusted the straps of his bikini top, ensuring that everything was secure and properly covered. He couldn't help but feel incredibly ****, standing before Kyle and the rest of the store in nothing but his skimpy swimwear. Still, the thrill of exhibitionism and vulnerability added an exciting edge to their encounters.

"I honestly can't believe how natural the bikini looks on you."

Matty blushed, his gaze flitting between Kyle and the group of shoppers eagerly eavesdropping on their conversation. "Th-thank you, Master," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't sure if I could pull it off, but I guess I made the right choice."

Kyle smiled broadly, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Of course you did, Matty," he declared proudly.

before their gushy conversation could go any further, Logan stepped out of the change rooms wearing the frilly, puffy pink dress the sales assistant had amusingly selected.