She Caught Me in Her Dress... And This Was My Punishment
The heat was the first thing I noticed, a fiery blush creeping up my neck and blooming in my cheeks. Each step was measured, a delicate shuffle forced upon me by the cruel, cinched waist of the corset. My hands, cradling the heavy wine bottle, trembled. I focused on the soft, mocking *swish* of satin against my thighs—a pink, frilly prison that followed my every move, a constant reminder of my new reality. “Alyssa, darling, the glasses are looking dreadfully empty.” Chloe’s voice, a melody of honey and steel, cut through the low hum of conversation from the head of the table. A shiver, cold and sharp, traced my spine. “Of course,” I murmured, my voice softer, higher than it...