Kyla wasn’t sure why she had agreed, especially when it involved some dominant, or bondage, whatever. She'd come across the word "b**m" and had never ventured into knowing what it meant.
The way Chelsea explained it sounded way out of her expectations, but she promised it was safe. That she was in charge of whatever happens tonight.
It was crazy, yet here she was staring at another version of herself through the mirror.
A short, black, slick dress with thin straps clings to her curves in a sexy way she could never imagine. Make-up light with golden glitters around her eyes. She looked like a woman about to seduce some random man.
God, what are you doing, Kyla?
“Relax. If you’re not comfortable with this, it’s no problem.”
Kyla's palms turned sweaty. She wasn’t sure this could fix her
