I woke up soaked—thighs slick, thong ruined, sheets damp in the middle like I'd come in my sleep.
The dream was still vivid: his voice in my ear, low and commanding, "Wear red today. No bra. I want easy access."
I hadn't even questioned it in the dream—just obeyed, slipping into the tight red top that hugged my t**s like a second skin, n*****s already poking through the thin fabric before I even left the room.
Now, in real life, I was wearing it.
No bra.
Just the red top, short black skirt, and the necklace against my flushed chest.
Every step downstairs made my n*****s drag against the fabric, sending little shocks straight to my c**t.
Mom was already up, sitting at the vanity in the master bedroom, applying her full millennial makeup routine—foundation, concealer, conto
