Lesbian Dungeon Mistress 18+

  Once I'm back home, I take my second shower today. I turn down my sensitivity to 30%, which I decided is the average female sensitivity. I figure squirting all over isn't the best first impression. I wrap a towel around myself and head back to my room. As I return to my room to change, Brigit runs over.

 

  "I have a surprise for you!" Brigit yells with excitement. I look at her and see a box in her hands. "It just arrived! I didn't think we'd get anything this fast."

 

  "The lingerie?" I ask with my eyebrow raised.

 

  "That's right," Brigit nods happily.

 

  "Which one?" I ask?

 

  "Who cares? Let's go!" Brigit says, ignoring me. She pushes me up the stairs.

 

  "What are you doing?"

 

  "I'm picking out your outfit, so you look your best," Brigit states with hands on her hips.

 

  "I can get dressed myself," I reject, waving my hand dismissively.

 

  Brigit rolls her eyes. "That's not remotely true. Even after I got you those new clothes, you only wear the workout and forest clothes."

 

  "That's not true. I wear different clothes every day," I retort.

 

  "Different clothes that look the same," Brigit dismissively says while digging through my clothes. The new clothes have been washed but are still folded in a basket. Brigit looks perturbed at the basket as she digs through it. "You know most of these should be hung up. If you're not going to take care of the clothes, I'll remove your dressing privileges," she states sternly.

 

  "There's no way you would do that,' I laugh.

 

  "I will if you make me," She responds seriously.

 

  Having my sister dress me is too humiliating. How can I get out of it? Oh, I know. "You don't even get up early enough to dress me."

 

  Brigit smirks at me. "You said yourself. You can dress yourself. I'll just lay out your workout clothes in the evening."

 

  "Fine, I'll hang them up when I get back," I give in. I tighten my ponytail and remind Brigit, "It's the first meeting. I want to make a good impression."

 

  "Hmm, I did have some things I wanted to try. But I guess it can wait," Brigit says as she pulls out a simple sun dress. She places it gently on my bed and then turns from me. "Why do you still have that towel on?" she questions while grabbing the towel. A quick pull strips me.

 

  I jump at the sudden pull, but it's not a big deal. I look over Brigit's shoulder as she opens the box. Inside is a white set of bra and panties that are cut out with garter strap add-ons. A note sets on top of the underwear. I grab the letter as Brigit looks over the craftsmanship.

 

  The note reads, "Thank you for your business Hedone,

 

  This was the simplest design you requested, so I prioritized them. A few more similar pairs will be finished soon. The others will be completed in a few months. I'll want you to come in for a second measurement so we can make any minor changes.

 

PS. Please give a good word to your mom and sister. I've already ordered the parts I need."

 

  I smile and put the letter on my desk. When I turn around, my breasts collide with Brigit's. They press into each other I can tell she isn't wearing a bra as our nipples press against each other. When I step back, our boobs bounce. Brigit says, "Put out your arms."

 

  I look at her with a smirk. "You're not planning on actually dressing me, are you?"

 

  Brigit ignores my question and restates, "arm."

 

  I put out my arm, and she puts the strap through it. I extend my other arm, and she does the same. Brigit pulls the cups to my breasts, and they slide in easily. The bra fits me perfectly. The shape and location of the nipple cut-outs lock into place. Custom underwear is excellent!

 

  Brigit leans in, and our boobs intermingle again. Honestly, it's a bit uncomfortable as our tits smash together. Her face is right in front of mine, and a mixture of feelings flashes through Brigit's eyes. I'm sure I'm the same as I bite my lower lip. Still, she manages to latch my bra.

 

  Brigit's hands reach my front to adjust the bra, but it fits perfectly. Still, she checks the nipple holes, running her fingers around my exposed areolae. I gently push her and say, "Hey, I'll have to take another shower if you keep that up."

 

  Brigit jerks her hand away and blushes, "sorry. It looks great." She bends down with the underwear. I sigh. Is she going to continue? Well, if that's what she wants. I step into the underwear. As Brigit pulls it up, it contours perfectly with my body.

 

  Rather than just sit on my ass, it follows it, stretching to cover my butt perfectly, dipping into the ass crack, and showing every contour of my body. My vagina contours are followed perfectly, and the rest sits on me like a second skin. I've never felt anything like it.

 

  From there, she puts on my garter belt and stockings. Again it's made for my body, and there isn't anywhere uncomfortable. Brigit steps back and looks at everything, and nods. "I didn't think it'd be this good. Each body part slots perfectly into its matching hole."

 

  I laugh, "I'm your sister, not a doll, you know?"

 

  "Ha, you're my best doll," She says, laughing.

 

  Finally, she throws the sundress over me. It's made of a delicate fabric that glides over my body. It has rivers flowing down and flower petals. Its material is light enough that if the sun is behind me, you can see the contours of my body. My nipple points out happily against the fabric, almost as if it isn't there. The cut shows a lot of bust but no bra.

 

  I think it looks pretty good on me. The cut is mid-thigh making it pretty conservative for something Brigit picked out. I think the garter straps don't really go with it, though. The white stocking ends a ways before the hem of the dress, exposing the straps.

 

  Brigit looks at me with a mouth that twitches. She looks me over from every angle and pulls the dress in some places. "The quality doesn't match the underwear," Brigit complains with a whimper. I'm surprised at how sad she looks.

 

  "It's not custom made, so I think it's pretty good."

 

  Brigit nods, "I guess."

 

  "Sorry, if you want something better, you'll have to do it yourself. But you refuse to make any clothes for humans," I say, patting her shoulder. "Anyways, it's time for me to go." I leave Brigit in my room. I hear her mumbling as I go but can't hear what she says.