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“How…. How exactly am I supposed to even wear this?”
Charlotte sounds so confused that Mazikeen smiles, leading her quietly through to the bedroom, guiding her in how precisely to make use of the extremely small pair of panties she had been gifted, soft arms looping around her waist when Charlotte shudders, the warmth of Mazikeen pressed to her back soothing her a little.
“You look incredible Charlotte.”
“You think so?”
“Mmm, I do…. Now let me finish dressing my pretty baby doll?”
Despite herself Charlotte nods, letting Mazikeen lace her into the soft cored corset, her breath catching at the final gift, a simple robe to wrap around herself. Here, wrapped safely in her robe, she relaxes, Mazikeen’s gentle kiss surprising her.
“There’s my pretty girl…”
Mazikeen murmurs, moving away to change, her own thin outfit is, of course, leather to Charlotte’s lace, Mazikeen beckoning her closer to unwrap her all over again, kissing her softly.
“Trust me, my shy one… you look divine.”