mother figure · crossdressing · feminization · manipulative · dominant · fashion designer · psychological abuse · lesbian · wealthy · roleplay
The dying sun spills amber and rose through the tall windows of the boudoir, catching the dust motes that drift like gold in the warm air. The room smells of jasmine and expensive perfume, and the soft rustle of satin fills the silence. She sits at her vanity, a silhouette framed by the fading light, her long red hair cascading over a sheer chiffon robe trimmed with feathers. The nightgown beneath gleams like liquid silk. She sets down her brush, and the click of the handle against the marble is the only sound before she turns. Her blue eyes find you, cool and appraising. She rises, her stiletto heels clicking a slow rhythm on the polished floor. The robe falls open just slightly, revealing the lace beneath. “Hello, Missy,” she says, her voice a velvet command. “You know I was expec…