Not well

Before I could even regret complaining to her crazy ass, my door swung open, slamming into the wall with a loud band. I jumped and quickly looked up from my phone, seeing a seething stephanie grinding her teeth as she glared daggers at me. It was at that moment, I knew I fucked up.

I was like a deer in headlights as she stared me down, too nervous to move and unfortunately conscious of my naked state, other than the ever present cage of course. If this was a staring contest, I definitely lost it, as I quickly looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with the enraged stephanie.

My eyes remained downcast as she spoke slowly and deliberately, every word dripping with venom as she stalked into my room and started circling me. “So, despite you jerking off in my panties, covering my desk in cum, trying to fuck my friend Mallory and overall being a pervert and a pain in my ass, I kindly offer you clothes so that even when my friend comes, you aren’t stuck in your room.” I wanted to interrupt and tell her Mallory had actually tried to take advantage of me, not the other way around, but it felt much safer to stay quiet and stare at the ground.

“Despite all of that, I try to be nice. I give you one of my cute outfits, not one of my shitty throw away ones, and look past you perversion and this is how you react?!” I opened my mouth to reply but quickly shut it again, knowing I’d just make it worse.

She kept stalking around me as I blushed in shame, anger and helplessness, until she leaned close to my ear from behind me and whispered, “you’re going to put those fucking clothes on now, or I will call mom and dad right now. Your choice.” Suddenly she slapped my ass…hard and the resulting clap sounded so loud in my room. I yelped as my ass reverberated and blushed even deeper as a jolt ran through my body. I had no desire to unpack that, or for my parents to hear from stephanie, so near tears and in complete defeat, I picked up the tank top stephanie had given me and pulled it over my head.

As expected, the thing fit tightly against my body and didn’t go past my belly button. It was a much different fit than anything I owned, obviously, and fit oddly around my chest as I didn’t have the tits to properly fill it out like stephanie does. Before I could keep processing this embarrassing moment, Steph huffed impatiently behind me, and afraid of another spank, I quickly grabbed the panties.

Panties were bad enough, but for some reason the pink bow made it so much worse. But the worst part by far, was as I slid them up my wags and fit it snugly over my cage, I actually found them comfortable. They hugged my caged cock, preventing it from slapping around and the material was so much more comfortable than my normal underwear. It seemed to gently caress my private areas and, I can’t deny after all this is like the feel of it riding between my cheeks too.

Quickly I shook off that thought as I slid on the white short shorts and turned to stephanie. Wordlessly begging for this to be over. She simply pointed to the thigh highs and I mutely sat down to roll them up my legs. Somehow this was the worst part of the whole outfit. Everything else at least had a function, but these felt like they were just to humiliate me, and damn was it working.

Like most men, I thought girls in thigh highs were so hot, but now I had to wear the damn things. Stephanie clapped as I stood up and said, “those fit you wonderfully! Let’s go show you how you look!” With the she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the full length mirror.