"Adorned in Lace"

Regulus's eyes were still locked onto Mr. Blackwood's as he nodded, his mind still reeling from the intense moment they had just shared. Mr. Blackwood's eyes sparkled with amusement as he released Regulus from his grasp, his fingers trailing down Regulus's side until they reached the hem of his shirt. "Go, Reg," Mr. Blackwood whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want to see you in the outfit I laid out for you." Regulus's gaze drifted to the closet, where a garment bag hung on the door. He could see the outline of a dress, and his heart skipped a beat as he wondered what Mr. Blackwood had chosen for him to wear. With a sense of trepidation, Regulus made his way to the closet and unzipped the garment bag. A black and red lace baby doll dress lay on the velvet hanger, the delicate fabric shimmering in the dim light of the room. Regulus's eyes widened as he took in the outfit, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. The dress was designed to showcase his body, the short hem barely covering his pussy and leaving the bottom of his ass exposed. A matching push-up bra and pair of panties lay on the shelf, along with a pair of black slippers. Regulus felt a shiver run down his spine as he reached out to touch the dress. The lace was soft and delicate, the fabric tickling his skin as he lifted it off the hanger. With shaking hands, Regulus began to dress, the outfit feeling strange and foreign as he put it on. The bra pushed his breasts up, making them look fuller and more pert than they had before. The panties felt tight and constricting, the lace digging into his skin as he adjusted them. The dress was the most revealing article of clothing Regulus had ever worn, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as he looked at himself in the mirror. The hem barely covered his pussy, and he could see the faint outline of his ass cheeks as he moved. Regulus felt a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness as he slipped on the black slippers. He looked like a completely different person, transformed by the outfit and the makeup that Mr. Blackwood had applied earlier. As he turned to face the room, Regulus saw Mr. Blackwood standing in the doorway, a look of approval on his face. "You look stunning, Reg," Mr. Blackwood said, his voice low and husky. "The dress was made for you." Regulus felt a blush rise to his cheeks as Mr. Blackwood's eyes roved over his body, taking in the sight of him in the revealing outfit. He felt a sense of pride and ownership, knowing that he was dressed for Mr. Blackwood's pleasure.