Lara Lynn

MY HOUSE, MY RULES 6: DANCING TO THEIR TUNE

Added 2025-03-08 08:15:34 +0000 UTC

That evening, after pulling on a pair of fishnet stockings and clomping into her platform boots, Auntie looked her over and asked—"What are you doing, Jessica?"

"Getting weady to dance, Auntie… wike we do evewy day…"

"Not today, sissy." Auntie grabbed something from the bed and tossed it at her—a cropped leather jacket, the kind a trashy club slut would wear. Then, she thrust a tiny hooker handbag into her hands. "Today, I’m taking you to a real bar."

"A b-baw?"

"That’s right, princess. Time to see how you perform with lots of horny men looking at you."

Jessica held the jacket in front of her. "Put it on," Auntie ordered. She slowly slipped her arms through the sleeves, feeling the leather.

"Don’t try to zip it closed," Auntie added, watching her struggle. "It won’t."

"W-why—"

"It’s designed that way, sissy. So you have to show your bra, if you can even call those two tiny triangles over your boobs a bra. Let’s go, sissy," Auntie said, grabbing her purse.

Enjoy! Xoxo^^
Lara Lynn