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"I will fuck you till you are addicted to my cock~"

"I...I d-don't think that's p-possible."

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"I do." she awnsered.

"O-Oh. I uh...-W-What are you g-g-going to do to m-me?"

Wigs Galore

My, my, he was doing well with the heels. However, would he falter if he walked about the household? Trip and break his neck? A shame if she must replace him with another simply because he did not pay mind to the rug or the stairs as he walked down one flight. “Enchanting and you may walk out of here now and prance about the household. Have the female servants envy such heels upon your feet.”

He was doing well now, but it was likely that he would have some trouble when he walked and strutted around the household. "Yes, Countess. Would you like to come with me?" He asked curiously, adjusting the panties and then the wig to make sure everything was in order. No longer would he be haphazardly thrown together. Not with her help and her wardrobe.

Wigs Galore

"You may wear them all. However, stated previously, you must take care in washing them. I will not risk them being ruined by a simple mistake." A mistake she would not forgive after all her advice to him. "Now, dance about in it and feel the silk against your flesh. How are you faring in the heels?" They accentuated his calves and aided with protruding his backside more towards the air.

"I will take utmost care of all of this Countess. I will wash them all delicately as they're supposed to be and love every moment of it," He replied with an excited nod. She was letting him do it all! Glancing down at his encased toes, he moved around, ending with his rear end pointing towards her, head thrown back, "Faring well, thank you. How do they look?"

Wigs Galore

Now this was an admirable trait to see in males. Why did they find themselves embarrassed over lingerie for women? It was beautiful, powerful, enchanting. Just as one went bare beneath their dress, undergarments was empowering. To observe him empowered by the gorgeous attire was an well worth experience. “You may on some evenings. Some evenings you may don it and sway about. However, take care to wash them separate from your attire or you will ruin it.”

"Yes Countess. Not just these, but all of the garments, the wig and the dresses offered as well. Are they...okay?" He asked in return, hand still moving over his shaft that was hidden beneath the black lace he had gained from her closet. He could already feel himself wishing to grow used to the feeling of the lace and silk.

Wigs Galore

The Countess observed his movements, her eyes following his hands, and his arousal behind the undergarments. “Quite arousing,” she mused, her eyes widening to take in all of what he visually offered to her. “How do you feel, Cyr?” Did he find himself powerful? Ravishing? Decadent? The proper sort of undergarments aided a woman to hold her stance against the world. “What are your feelings over it?”

"H-How do I feel?" He asked, breathing out a little harder than before. "I...I feel...radiant," He confessed. She was staring at him with unabashed attention. He felt like he was a beacon in the room, possible to garner looks from anyone. "I love it. Countess, may I...be like this always in your service? Dressed like this?"