The humiliating uniform

“Costume time! My favorite part!” Marie grinned maliciously.

Kyle offered no verbal protest. At this point, he figured it was all useless. He’d take the hits as they kept coming.

Marie plopped his uniform bag down on a table next to the medical exam bed. With glee in her eyes, she raised up a pair of white panties covered in pink flowers. Kyle followed her orders and stood up. A chill shot up his spine as his bare feet made contact with the cold lair floor. He meekly grabbed the panties from her and slid them up his legs. The material felt surprisingly comfortable. His flaccid penis fit snugly inside. Kyle made a note to himself to never get hard in uniform or else everyone would clearly notice. The panties rode up on his ass a little bit. As Kyle adjusted the fit of his new underwear, Marie took the opportunity to give him a hard slap on the ass. He yelped with surprise. The panties tightened as his cock hardened for a brief moment before going soft again.

“Next up!”

Marie reached into the bag, removing two items- a pair of fishnet tights and a shockingly short skirt.

“A skirt?” Kyle felt compelled to speak up, “But you-”

“Yeah I know I’m wearing pants!”

Marie stuck out her ass suggestively. She slowly moved her hands down her body. First she brushed back her blonde hair. Her hands moved smoothly down her leather jacket, cupping her breasts, caressing her slim waist, and finally stopping right on her firm backside. She laughed cruelly and moved her ass out of his field of vision.

“But this outfit- well that’s for veterans. All newbies start with the skirt.”

Kyle swallowed his complaints. With great resignation, he moved the fishnet tights up his legs. They felt incredible against his freshly shaved legs. He felt movement in his panties and tried to turn his thoughts away. Next he pulled up the skirt. It cut off barely below his ass. If Kyle needed to bend over for any reason- his girly panties would be fully visible.

“Cute!” Marie exclaimed.

From the uniform bag, she pulled a white bra.

“Mistress,” she addressed Vipress, “What’re your thoughts on what to do with this one’s chest?”

The villainess waved her hand dismissively, letting Marie know she could do whatever she wanted.