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Chapter 8: Getting Dressed

I had to look my very best.

My nails had to be perfect. My make-up had to be sultry but not slutty. And of course, my dress needed to be perfect. She preferred me in them while she fucked me. My wardrobe had been completely replaced my all manner of lacy confections, my underwear cast out in favor of thongs and panties. Now my life was nothing but frills and lace, denial and teasing.

I was going to beat her. She was going to explode inside of me like she did every time — I was going to make sure of it. The perfect outfit and my sexiest self, on my knees and ready to serve. Aware of her needs and already tending to them before she even asked. A chambermaid and housekeeper and perfect sex toy, all rolled into one silk-covered package.

Getting her riled up started with the right outfit. It was important to tantalize and tease. Even though she knew exactly what would be under my skirt, I still wanted to pique her imagination as she stared at my hemline. It wouldn't be enough for her to want me. She had to need me.

The corset was first, heavily boned and very tight around my waist. It had open cups framed with frothy white lace and pushed my chest up and together, giving me some surprisingly reasonable cleavage. The pale blue satin was embroidered with delicate white flowers that curved around my tiny waist and over my hips. Strong ribbons crossed my back, and I tied them in a floppy bow over my rear.

My panties were full-cut but completely open from front to back, my cage peeking out between thick bands of lace, my rear entrance framed by more. The opening was held closed with a series of tiny white bows. I imagined Juliet tugging each one slowly open, one after the other, until I was exposed to her massive cock.

I fed the corset's garter straps under my panties and clipped them to the tall lace tops of my nude stockings. They tugged them upwards in an elegant curve that would be just visible underneath my mass of skirts and petticoats. The clips each had small blue bows with trailing ribbons that fluttered against my thighs as I walked. I slipped into towering nude stiletto sandals, clasping the tiny buckles around my ankles.

I glossed my lips and painted my eyes a dark, sparkly blue. Juliet liked heavy eye make-up and so did I. Highlighter and blush gave my face soft angles framed by the loose curls of my hair. My nails were already perfect in pale pink with sparkly French tips — Juliet had called them my Barbie nails.

That's what I am now, I thought with a small smile. Her dress-up doll that gives her a little extra.

Now — finally — it was time for the dress. I was already furiously hard in my cage, my clit straining against the metal bars as I made my way across my room to my frill-filled closet. I was shaking, my stomach slowly churning as I thought about what was going to happen. This was far from the first time I'd dressed up just to be bent over, but this time was different.

I might get my cage off tonight.

The skirt was an explosion of pale blue fabric, ruffled and pleated layers of sheer silk standing straight out from my waist and hips. My panties — and my cage — were clearly visible beneath. It was like a ball of blue frill floating around me, rustling and dancing with every step.

The neckline was a low-cut V that dipped down across my chest, nearly revealing my corset underneath. The broad expanse of naked skin was framed on either side by ruffled trim with two large bows set over my collarbones. Sheer cap sleeves with more frilled trim and lace were the final touch on the lace confection. Like my corset, it was tied in the back, and I dared to glance at myself in the mirror as I cinched it down around my body, sealing myself in.

Looking back at me was sissy perfection. Glossy lips and sultry eyes, bouncing hair and a dramatic neckline to reveal sinfully delightful décolletage. Feminine to the extreme, but with a flash of steel beneath the skirt to remind anyone who saw me what I was: a sissy girl, dressed to thrill and to be used.

I popped my lips in the mirror and blew myself a kiss, bending a leg behind me and thrusting out my hip. My skirts swung around me as I did, lace and satin and straps and openings revealed beneath. A swollen clit locked away but put on tantalizing display. Panties meant to show off what was inside. I felt vulnerable and exposed and powerful and excited.

Sexy, I realized. I feel sexy.

And I knew Juliet would feel that way too.