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Chapter 4: My Choice

My cock stood straight out but barely tented the white satin panties. They were drenched in white lace. Thick, ruffled rows of it ran around the front and back, marching up the silky fabric up to my bellybutton. More lace continued there on the tight garter belt that ended just below my ribs and pulled my waist in tightly. Ribbons were tied in sweet bows at the front of the waistband and garter belt.

The matching bra had pleated white satin cups that curved gently outwards, giving the impression of petite breasts beneath. Another bow sat between them, mirrored by the two at the apex of each cup where it connected to the halter-neck strap. More lace trimmed the edges of the bra, dangling off the edges and obscuring the tiny strip of naked flesh between the band and the top of my garter belt.

Her garter belt, I reminded myself. I'm giving this back when I'm done.

Thinking that gave me a twinge of… something in my chest. It must have been disappointment knowing that when all this was over, I might not get to sleep with her again.

I tugged nervously at the dangling garter straps as Juliet collected heavy, rustling dresses from the closet and draped them tenderly onto the bed. Pink, blue, and white, all pastel and trimmed in white lace. She had explained she'd pick out stockings for me once I picked out my dress, emphasizing how important it was that they matched.

My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. I wished I had somewhere to put my shaking hands, which hung awkwardly at my sides. Elastic dug into my skin while soft satin caressed it. I kept looking down at myself and feeling shocked that it was my body dressed like that. It didn't feel wrong, really. It was just a surprise.

Just like it was a surprise to still be this hard.

"Which one?"

My eyes snapped to Juliet as she gestured toward the bed, still dressed in her schoolgirl-dominatrix outfit. I let my eyes linger on her, especially the hem of her tiny skirt, willing myself to see what was underneath. Then I let me eyes move to the girlish confections on the bed. My chest was tight and my breathing shallow.

I should have turned around. It should have been horrified — disgusted at the idea that I was going to put on a flouncy skirt and let this woman take control of me. Sure, it was a sexy idea to let a woman be in charge sometimes. But dressed as a girl? It should have been dread I was feeling. But deep down, I knew it was something else.

It was excitement.

I had to admit that they were all beautiful, but only one made my palms sweat when I imagined it draped around my body. "That one," I said shakily, pointing to the white one.

"How very symbolic," Juliet said with a wink that sent a jolt through me. "A lovely white dress for your very first time."

I bit my lip as I lifted it. It was much heavier than I expected, the dense layers rustling with even the slightest movement. The white satin shone in the afternoon light, curls of lace throwing delicate shadows along tiered ruffles. My heart thudded dully as I thought about putting it on, about what it would mean to be dressed like that.

Juliet would be in charge. I'd be… at her mercy.

This wouldn't be about me having sex with her. It'd be more like her having sex with me. About her using me. About me serving her. The word made me shiver with an illicit thrill.

"Stockings first," Juliet said softly.

She had a slight smile on her face as I turned to look at her. Two sheer stockings spilled across her open palm, lacy on one end and with a thin white line slithering up the back. Following her instructions, I rolled them into a circle and dipped my toe into them, letting them glide up my legs before settling in place around my thighs.

The first touch was enough to make me gasp; the feeling of my legs wrapped in silk was almost enough to make me finish on the spot. I doubled over, the tip of my shaft rubbing deliciously against the inside of my white satin panties. A tiny, high-pitched moan slipped out from my lips and I caught a knowing smile cross Juliet's face.

Juliet showed me how to clip my straps to the stocking tops, mentioning something about important it would be for me to know later. But her words were lost on me. I was floating in a silk and satin ocean, washed over by waves of sensation I'd never felt before. My body felt tingly and alive and light.

"How does it feel?" she asked, as if she was reading my mind.

"Um, well," I swallowed hard, my bliss beginning to crack open at the realization that she was looking at me. Seeing me.

"I'm not going to judge you," she said calmly, taking my hand and squeezing it. "The first time can be so hard. I want to make it easy for you."

She giggled to herself and brushed her fingertips across the tent at the front of my panties. "I like seeing this hard, though."

I sucked air in between my teeth. No hiding the truth, then.

"It feels…" I hesitated, then swallowed my fears. "Amazing, Juliet. Stockings are incredible. Why don't people wear them all the time?"

"Maybe you can," she said ominously. "Now don't keep me waiting. Put on your dress!"

Now it's my_ dress?_

I stepped into it gingerly, then lifted it slowly up my body. The satin lining grazed my silk-coated legs and sent icy pleasure spreading across them. I pulled it up into place, and suddenly Juliet was behind me, pulling shut the tiny zipper and clasping it behind my neck. I suddenly felt sealed in, like I had transformed into someone new.

Then sensation crashed into me. The heft of the dress, the feeling of its weight swinging around my hips as I moved. Its gentle squeeze, the brush of satin and the tickle of trailing ribbons across my naked, hyper-sensitized skin. The layers of lace and sheer silk holding my skirts aloft. The lingerie. My rigid member. The stockings.

The white satin dress was tantalizingly short, the edges of the ruffled skirt curled upwards at the edges, projecting sheer frills and white lace into the air. A second layer of ruffles was beneath it, followed by a petticoat that was more a cloud of lace than an undergarment. The swirling layers held my skirt out to the side and swished with even the tiniest movement.

The bodice was a low-cut V-shape studded with bows with trailing ribbons. An edge of my bra's lace peeked out from beneath it, matching the lace that trimmed my skirt. My arms emerged from sheer balloon sleeves cinched down around my bicep by more ruffles and ribbons.

"You look delicious in this," Juliet whispered from behind me. She pushed herself forwards, my petticoat and skirts crunching as she did.

I could feel the heat from her body behind me as her hands slid around my satin-encased belly and out along the curved, ruffled expanse of my skirt. My breathing quickened, then caught in my chest as her fingers disappeared beneath the hem of the dress and began to work their way through the petticoats beneath.

I was trembling, my legs shaking so much I could barely stand up. I leaned backwards against her and she caught me, wrapping one arm firmly around my belly and holding me in place. Her mouth was next to my ear, her lips almost brushing it, her breathing loud in my ear. It was fast and heavy like mine, and knowing she was aroused as I was made me just as nervous as I was excited.

She likes me like this. She wants me like this.

"I love a sissy's first time," she breathed into my ear, her voice sending goosebumps spilling across me. "I love seeing how much a pretty dress turns you on. How much it makes you want to be mine."

"Yes," I moaned, my hand finding hers on my stomach, our fingers interlocking.

Then I squealed as her other hand peeled back my lace panties and found my hot, throbbing member inside.

"Oh, you love this," she continued, squeezing my shaft. "This is all you've ever wanted and you didn't even know it until now."

My eyes fluttered shut. She kissed my neck and made me moan softly.

Yes, yes.

"A pretty sissy in a pretty dress, mine for the taking."

I didn't want it. But I wanted it more than anything.

"I — I can't —" I began, but she cut me off.

"Stockings and panties. Lace and satin. A pretty little gift all wrapped up for me. Ready to bend over for me."

I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, trying to shut her out. She was everywhere around me — in my panties, wrapped around my body, in the dress and panties and stockings. I was hers completely now, and I knew it. She had put me in a dress and told me to serve. Had known it was what I wanted.

What I needed.

"Yes," I squeaked, cock throbbing in her grasp. "Yes."

"Are you going to serve your Goddess the way a sissy should?" she growled.

"Yes," I repeated.

"This is mine." She squeezed my cock. " You are mine. My plaything. My toy. My sissy. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I moaned. "I want that, Goddess!"

"Then get on your knees and worship me."

She pushed me away and I stumbled forwards, my skirts spraying around me as my arms whirled. I caught my balance, my heart pounding, my ears filled with a rushing sound. As my dress settled slowly around me I turned to face her, taking her in. Feeling the weight of the dress around me. Feeling the stockings stretch and glide over my skin.

Knowing I wanted nothing more than to be hers.

"On your knees, sissy," she commanded, pointing to the floor in front of her. "That's where you belong."

I complied, sinking to them and looking up at her. My skirts pooled around me, the lace trim on my petticoats slipping across my legs. I tilted my head back and suddenly found myself in a position I'd never been in before. Looking up at her smirk, hands on her hips, arms wide. She was in control.

It was where I had always wanted to be.

She watched me as I watched her slowly pull back the hem of her tiny plaid skirt. Light spilled across her smooth skin, revealing the lacy edge of her panties. The fishnet stockings disappeared behind it, covering her legs and thighs and rear. I traced the arc of her hip with my eyes, then the curve of her waist, then the crest of her neck before finally meeting her gaze.

"Open your mouth, sissy," she said softly. "You won't be able to wear white when I'm finished with you."

A thumb hooked into her waistband moved and something sprung forwards, dark and thick and long. My stomach curled itself into a tight knot as I stared at it, equal parts shocked and curious. Flanked by lace and fishnets, it was bigger than mine. Dewey and quivering. Pointed at my lips.

"Juliet!" I gasped. "You have a —"

I never finished my sentence before she slid it smoothly passed my lips, and I tasted my first cock.