Stay still.

You froze on the bed, wrists bound tight by the satin ribbon, the frilly pink dress splayed around you like a cruel mockery. The “Crestwood’s Pet” diaper crinkled faintly beneath, the buttplug and chastity cage an unrelenting pressure. Malik’s gaze bore into you, his smirk widening as your stillness signaled surrender. Emma tilted her head, a wicked glint in her eye. “Good pet,” she purred, but her tone held no mercy. Riley giggled, darting to the drawer and pulling out a black vibrator shaped like a curved wand with a bulbous tip, its surface glistening under the dorm’s light.

She knelt beside you, pressing the toy against the diaper’s front, its vibrations humming through the chastity cage, amplifying your torment. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of shame and forced arousal as the dress’s lace tickled your thighs. “Let’s entertain our guest,” Riley cooed, glancing at Malik, who leaned closer, his deep voice rumbling approval. Emma adjusted the pacifier in your mouth, ensuring your silence as the vibrations intensified. The room filled with their laughter, your humiliation a spectacle, Crestwood’s dominance tightening its grip with every buzz.