Dress up!

Piper’s fingers trailed down Percy’s chest, her touch feather-light but deliberate. Her smile widened as she watched him squirm under her gaze, his breath hitching with every brush of her skin against his. “You’re so beautiful like this, Percy,” she murmured, her voice like honey dripping over fire. “So… ****.”

Percy swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as he stood there, the sheer robe doing nothing to hide his body. “Piper, this is…” he stammered, his words faltering as she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Not done yet,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned to a nearby vanity, rummaging through a drawer before pulling out a tiny pair of lace panties. They were so small, Percy’s mind couldn’t even process how they’d fit him. Piper held them up, her lips curving into a wicked grin. “These are perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Piper, no,” Percy protested, his voice cracking. “I can’t— I won’t—”

“Oh, you will,” Piper insisted, stepping closer, her presence commanding and inescapable. She knelt in front of him, her fingers brushing against his thighs as she slid the panties up his legs. The lace clung to him, so tight it felt like a second skin, and Percy’s face burned as he looked down at himself. The chastity cage was still there, the tiny panties doing nothing to hide it, and Piper’s grin only widened. “See? So pretty.”

Percy’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Piper stood up, her eyes scanning him like he was a piece of art she’d just finished painting. “Now, for the next part,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she reached into the drawer again. This time, she pulled out another pair of panties—these ones already stained and damp, the unmistakable scent of cum wafting from them.

Percy’s eyes widened, his stomach turning. “Piper, no— no, you can’t—”

“Oh, I can,” Piper purred, her voice firm. She stepped closer, holding the panties up to his face. The scent was overwhelming, and Percy gagged instinctively, but Piper didn’t give him a chance to pull away. She grabbed his chin, forcing his mouth open, and stuffed the panties inside. The taste was bitter and salty, and Percy gagged again, his eyes watering as Piper stepped back, her expression one of pure satisfaction.

“Perfect,” she said, her voice soft and approving. “Now, stay still.”

Percy’s heart raced as she turned away again, his mind spinning as he tried to process what was happening. His body felt like it wasn’t his anymore, every inch of it under Piper’s control. She returned a moment later, holding a pair of nipple clamps in one hand and a delicate chain in the other. “Time to make you feel pretty,” she said, her voice dripping with menace and affection.

She reached for his chest, her fingers brushing over his nipples, and Percy shuddered, his body betraying him as they hardened under her touch. Piper grinned, her eyes locking with his as she attached the clamps, the sharp bite of pain making him gasp around the gag. She didn’t stop there—she connected the chain to the clamps, the other end attaching to his chastity cage. Every slight movement sent a jolt of sensation through him, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him breathless.

“There,” Piper said, stepping back to admire her work. “Now you’re perfect.”

Percy’s body trembled, his knees weak as he stood there, completely at her mercy. Piper circled him slowly, her eyes raking over his exposed form, and Percy’s heart pounded as she stopped in front of him, her fingers brushing against his cheek.

“You’re mine now, Percy,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with authority. “Remember that.”

He nodded, unable to speak, unable to do anything but obey. Piper’s smile widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Ready for more, pretty boy?”