Try to pull away

The dorm’s air felt suffocating as you jerked against Riley’s hold, the buttplug’s unyielding pressure sending a jolt through you. The frilly pink dress clung to your sweat-damp skin, its lace ruffles scratching, while the “Crestwood’s Pet” diaper crinkled with every desperate move. Malik stood by, his towering frame casting a shadow, his deep chuckle a humiliating soundtrack to your struggle. Emma’s eyes narrowed, her patience gone. “You’ll never learn, will you?” she hissed, snatching a satin ribbon from her drawer.

She shoved you onto the bed, the mattress creaking as she bound your wrists above your head, the ribbon cutting into your skin. The chastity cage tightened painfully, a constant reminder of your powerlessness. Riley forced the pacifier deeper into your mouth, her grin cruel. “Naughty pets get time-outs,” she mocked, stepping back to let Malik take in the sight—your feminized form, bound and exposed. Emma leaned close, her voice a venomous whisper. “Behave, or it gets worse.” The room spun, their dominance a vice, your shame laid bare for Malik’s approving gaze as Crestwood’s control deepened.