Sun dress

The air in Jess's house felt thick with anticipation. I stood there, a pathetic figure in a tube top and micro skirt, the dildo a constant reminder of my humiliation. Jess surveyed me with a predatory gaze, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Hmm, the skirt is cute, but it's missing something," she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Let's see what other treasures we can unearth." She gestured towards a hallway. "My room is that way. Follow me, slut."

With a tug on the leash, she led me down the hallway, the click of my heels echoing on the polished wooden floor. My heart pounded in my chest, each step a testament to my helplessness. We entered a large, well-lit bedroom. One wall was dominated by a walk-in closet, its door wide open, revealing a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics.

"Alright, let's see..." Jess said, diving into the closet with gusto. She rummaged through the racks, tossing aside dresses and blouses until she finally stopped, a triumphant grin on her face. "Aha! Just what I was looking for."

She pulled out a sundress, a vibrant explosion of floral patterns on a lightweight fabric. It was strapless, with a flowing skirt that seemed to float in the air. Jess held it up against me, her expression calculating.

"Perfect," she declared. "This will do nicely."

She tossed the sundress at me. "Take off that trash and put this on. And hurry up about it."

My hands trembled as I reached for the tube top, my fingers fumbling with the fabric. The sundress felt strangely soft against my skin as I slipped it over my head, the elastic top hugging my chest. The skirt swirled around my legs, a brief respite from the constricting micro skirt.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Jess said, circling me. "But it's still missing something." She snapped her fingers. "I know! Underwear. Or rather, the lack thereof."

She reached down and yanked the thong aside, the sudden movement sending a jolt through my body. "Nope, no need for that. Let's let everything breathe."

A wave of mortification washed over me. The thought of going commando, exposed and ****, was almost too much to bear.

"And now, for the final touch," Jess said, her eyes lighting up with mischief. She disappeared back into the closet, emerging a few moments later with a pair of platform sandals. They were a gaudy shade of pink, with towering heels that looked impossible to walk in.

"These will really complete the look," she said, handing them to me. "Put them on."

I hesitated for a moment, my mind reeling. The sundress, the lack of underwear, the platform sandals—it was all too much. But I knew resistance was futile. With a sigh, I slipped my feet into the sandals, the towering heels adding several inches to my height. I wobbled precariously, struggling to maintain my balance.

"Excellent," Jess said, clapping her hands together. "Now you're ready for your debut."

She grabbed the leash and gave it a sharp tug. "Come on, slut. Let's see how you strut your stuff