A Life of Luxury and Lace

Regulus's eyes scanned the racks of clothes, taking in the array of outfits on display. As he reached out to touch a delicate silk dress, he noticed that the majority of the wardrobe consisted of teeny tiny little dresses, each one paired with a matching push-up bra and panties. His eyes widened in surprise as he pulled out a dress that looked like it belonged on a doll, not a person. The dress was a vibrant pink color, with intricate lace details and a hemline that barely covered his buttocks. "Mr. Blackwood, are these...for me?" Regulus asked, his voice laced with confusion. Mr. Blackwood nodded enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, baby, they're all for you. I want you to look your best at all times, and I think these outfits will do just that." Regulus's eyes narrowed as he looked at the dress in his hand. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable wearing something so revealing, but at the same time, he didn't want to disappoint Mr. Blackwood. He decided to try on the pink dress, and as he slipped it on, he couldn't help but feel a sense of self-consciousness. The dress was tight, and it showed off his body in ways he wasn't used to. As he looked in the mirror, he saw that the dress made him look like a completely different person. He looked younger, more vulnerable, and more feminine than he had ever felt before. Mr. Blackwood walked into the dressing room, a look of pure admiration on his face. "Wow, baby, you look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky. "That dress was made for you." Regulus felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure if he liked the way he looked, but he could tell that Mr. Blackwood was pleased. He decided to try on a few more outfits, each one more revealing than the last. As he modeled the outfits for Mr. Blackwood, he couldn't help but feel like he was being transformed into a completely different person. He was no longer just Regulus, but Mr. Blackwood's princess, a person who existed solely to please and entertain him. The more Regulus tried on outfits, the more he realized that his new life as Mr. Blackwood's princess was going to be very different from his old one. He was going to have to get used to wearing revealing clothes, and being treated like a doll, rather than a person. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this new life, but he was willing to try. As he finished changing into his final outfit, a tiny black dress with a matching thong, Regulus caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked almost unrecognizable, and yet, there was something about the way he looked that felt...right. Mr. Blackwood walked up behind him, and wrapped his arms around his waist. "You're mine now, Regulus," he whispered, his breath hot against his ear. "And I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it." Regulus shivered at the thought, unsure of what the future held, but excited to find out.