Page 83 of Feminized, Dominated, and Locked (Vanessa's Megacollections)

Chapter 5: Returns and Respect

The girl who answered was wearing a light, loose dress that blew around her legs and arms as she pulled open the apartment door. Wind audibly rushed through the opening and into the hallway. Her hair blew around her face, and for a split second, I thought it was Adalyn.

"You must be Payton," she said, voice dripping with dark sugar. "Ada's out right now."

"Oh, I — she told me she was here," I said, trying not to let my gaze slide down to the low, curving neckline of the white dress.

"Some sort of emergency, I guess," she drawled, tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear. "Can I help?"

The idea of giving her the blue satin panties made my chest tighten with anxiety. "I have to drop something off for her."

"I'm happy to take it."

She leaned against the doorframe, her hip pressed against the dark steel. I glanced down at it. There was something strange about the way her dress was hanging. The material was almost light enough to be translucent, and I thought I could make out a shadow of something dangling there.

"My eyes are up here, honey," she said, but when I looked back at her, she was smiling. "Give it to me and I'll make sure Ada gets it."

"Oh, no, I'll just come back another time," I gulped. "Wouldn't want to bother you."

"Maybe you can just put it in her room?" the girl suggested

She stepped backwards enough for me to slide past her. Feeling observed and awkward, I made my way to Adalyn's bedroom. Everything was so tidy — the bed was made, photos carefully arranged. Everything in the room clearly had a place, and there was nowhere I'd be able to put the panties without them being immediately and obviously improper.

I fished the crumpled pair out of my pocket and immediately felt embarrassed to have treated them so poorly. They were creased and wrinkled, the shininess of the satin sadly subdued as I laid them, heaped, on her dresser. After a moment, I folded them as best I could.

"She lets you borrow something so nice, and that's how you treat it?"

I whirled around, heart suddenly pounding. The girl who answered the door was leaning against the doorway, grinning manically at me.

"I — what are you even talking about?"

She rolled her eyes and snorted. "Please. It's not the first time she's put a boy in panties."

I just gawked at her. She knew? How much did she know?

"Most of them did a better job of treating the clothes with respect, though," she continued. "How can she ever dress you up again if you do that kind of thing?"

"Who says I even want it?"

Somehow, her grin widened; a cat-like baring of fangs. "Because Adalyn showed me the video."

My blood froze.

"And now I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

She glanced down at her legs and I realized she was hiking her skirt up, the white fabric crumpled in her fist. Something was sticking out beneath the hem, waggling luridly between her legs. My eyes narrowed in confusion as I tried to figure out what it was. It looked familiar, but out of place.

My eyes slowly widened into saucers as I realized what it was. With growing horror, I looked back up at her while she pulled back her dress to reveal its entire length and thickness.

"That's a —" I started, words catching in my throat.

"My strap-on. A big one, too," she purred. "And I'm gunna use it to make you feel like the sissy slut you are."