Dress Up!

As Jocasta claimed it was time to play, you were screaming angrily into your gag, trying to spit it out, only for one of the dolls to push it in a little deeper, nearly **** you on what was likely Jocasta's bloomers. Jocasta nodded at your cries, making a few noises of confirmation as she stroked her chin, apparently imagining some deeper conversation occurring.

"Why yes, daddy! Dress up sounds like a fine idea!" She announced after a moment, "Why don't you have a seat while I pick out a perfect look for you~"

At her command, the two dolls moved forward, maneuvering your arms and legs in order to **** you into a seated position on an undersized stool across from where Jocasta had sat. The moment they release your legs, you begin kicking about, trying to stand. The dolls counter this by pressing down on your shoulders and tugging on each of your arms. With strength one might expect of what seemed to be a living statue, they push you down into your seat again, positioning each of their ankles in such a way that it traps your own legs against the legs of the chair.

"Silly daddy, you can't play dress up while wearing your clothes..." Jocasta comments as she continues to search through one of many wardrobes full of clothes.

The comment was less directed at you and more an order to her two animated dolls. At the request of their mistress, the dolls each changed their grip on your shoulder, grabbing a handful of the fine silk nightshirt you wore. With a mirrored tug, they tore the expensive garment into two, exposing your bare chest and causing you to growl in anger. Ignoring you, they moved lower, grabbing the waist of your silk trousers. A cold stony finger from each doll brushed against your manhood from other side, causing it to shrivel up under the icy stone. Ignoring the movement completely, they instead tug on your pants. For a brief moment their is pain between your legs as the material rides up. Then with a tear, the pants are utterly shredded, pulled free from your legs.

"Perfect....now we can start our game~" Jocasta noted, turning to face you with a cream colored corset in her hands.

You glare at her, breathing heavily in rage as she approaches. Her eyes glance down, noticing movement between your legs as your cock reacts to the cold air in the room. She bobs her shoulders in a little shrug noting, "The servant boys usually had bigger...." in an almost dismissive tone.

"Now, let's get you all ready..." Jocasta commented as she knelt down behind you, her two companions holding you still, in spite of your struggles.

Jocasta slowly, but surely maneuvered the corset around you. She began to hum a faint song to herself as the rigid material pressed against your skin. After a bit of shuffling and shifting, she got it into place and began the long and agonizing process of lacing it up. With all the urgency of an elderly spinster working on a pair of torn trousers, she ran the laces back and forth across the corset. Her humming eventually faded as she began to talk, drowning out your groans of frustration with incessant chatter.

"So daddy? What do you want to dress up as? You could be a pretty princess like me! OH! Or you could be one of the maids and clean up my room." She paused her chatter for a moment, tugging at the laces and inciting a cough of agony as she **** your body into a tighter figure.

"Hmmm....those could be fun....but I think I know something even better than that..." She gave another powerful tug, seemingly for no other reason than to cause pain, "You could be a poor, poor **** girl rotting in the dungeons. "Another powerful tug, forcing your internals to shift. "Or one of your favorite whores!"

Your eyes widened a bit in shock. It was a little jarring to hear a girl with such a juvenile mind suddenly talking about whores. It as more unnerving that she apparently knew that your taste in women extended far beyond her own mother. There was also the fact that Jocasta was nearing the top of the corset. She had slowed down a bit after her last comment, resuming her humming as she ran the laces through one hole after another, quietly watching your waist **** into an hourglass shape. Still, a few inches wasn't befitting what she wanted, she needed more. With a childish grin, she stood up, planting a knee in the small of your back. Holding out the laces, she didn't pull, rather she handed them off to the two living dolls.

"Tehehe....take a deep breath daddy~" She taunted, nodding to the two dolls who then proceeded to pull. Even through your gag, the room was flooded with an almost shrill cry of pain. The corset compacted your body, nearly breaking your ribs and forcing the air from your longs in a long scream. In the aftermath, you took quick, dainty breaths through your nose.

"Perfect....now you're ready for your outfit...." Jocasta said as she took back the corset laces, tying them up into a nice bow. Taking a step back, she admired her work, before walking off for the rest of your costume and leaving you to stare in horror at your impossibly narrow waist. Glancing in anger at your step daughter, you'd see she'd already decided what to dress you as...

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