The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…
Let me make something very clear, panty boy:You don’t get to be a sissy without rules. You don’t get to wear my panties, my lipstick, or call yourself anything close to pretty—until you’ve earned it. Until you’ve submitted to it.…
Evening — Tyrone’s Private Dining Room Tyrone’s penthouse dining room was dark and sumptuous: a long ebony table set for four, candlelight flickering off black marble and crystal. The walls were matte obsidian, and the city’s lights shimmered through narrow…
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting golden light across the estate, the kind of late-afternoon haze that made everything feel cinematic—slow, luxurious, charged. Maddie stood barefoot on the balcony in nothing but a slate-gray silk robe, loosely knotted, hair…
The storm had passed, leaving behind a low mist that curled around the trees like secrets not quite ready to be spoken. Inside Jack’s cabin, the fire crackled, casting long, golden shadows across the worn wood floors and knotty pine…
The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…
Let me make something very clear, panty boy:You don’t get to be a sissy without rules. You don’t get to wear my panties, my lipstick, or call yourself anything close to pretty—until you’ve earned it. Until you’ve submitted to it.…
Evening — Tyrone’s Private Dining Room Tyrone’s penthouse dining room was dark and sumptuous: a long ebony table set for four, candlelight flickering off black marble and crystal. The walls were matte obsidian, and the city’s lights shimmered through narrow…
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting golden light across the estate, the kind of late-afternoon haze that made everything feel cinematic—slow, luxurious, charged. Maddie stood barefoot on the balcony in nothing but a slate-gray silk robe, loosely knotted, hair…
The storm had passed, leaving behind a low mist that curled around the trees like secrets not quite ready to be spoken. Inside Jack’s cabin, the fire crackled, casting long, golden shadows across the worn wood floors and knotty pine…