Inspect Heather's new outfit more thoroughly, testing how the twins' infused fabric affects her responses to humiliation
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You circle Heather slowly, examining the reverse bunnysuit the twins crafted for her. The garment covers her front modestly enough—a high-necked leotard with long sleeves—but leaves her entire backside exposed from neck to thighs. Where a typical bunnysuit would have a fluffy tail sits a reinforced opening with attachment points for various implements.
"Turn," you command, and Heather rotates obediently, her violet eyes downcast.
"This thing exists only to serve at the bottom of Mistress's hierarchy," she whispers, her pearlescent skin seeming to glow faintly in the morning light filtering through your bedroom curtains.
You notice how the fabric pulses subtly where it touches her skin, the twins' infusion technology clearly at work. Curious about its effects, you reach out and trace a finger along the edge where fabric meets exposed flesh.
"Tell me how this outfit makes you feel," you demand.
Heather trembles visibly at your touch. "This thing feels... exposed, Mistress. Vulnerable. The fabric... it makes every sensation more intense." Her breathing quickens. "This thing can feel its status with every movement."
You circle behind her, examining the craftsmanship more closely. The twins have incorporated small runes sewn into the seams, nearly invisible unless one knows to look for them. You tap one experimentally.
Heather gasps, her knees buckling slightly as she struggles to maintain her position. "Please, Mistress," she whimpers.
"Please what?" you ask, deliberately flicking another rune.
"This thing begs for... for whatever Mistress desires," she pants, her body responding dramatically to even this minimal contact.
You smirk, impressed by the twins' work. "Stand straight," you order, and Heather immediately complies despite her trembling legs.
You pick up a small riding crop from your bedside table—a gift from Marion—and lightly tap it against Heather's exposed buttock. The reaction is immediate and intense. She cries out, her entire body shuddering as the fabric glows faintly at the points nearest the impact.
"Fascinating," you murmur. "The outfit amplifies both the sensation and your humiliation, doesn't it?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," Heather gasps. "This thing feels... everything... more intensely. Both the pain and... and the shame."
You tap the crop against her other cheek, watching how the fabric pulses in response, channeling energy throughout the garment. Heather moans, her legs pressing together as her body betrays her arousal.
"I think the twins have outdone themselves," you observe, setting the crop aside. "This will be your permanent uniform when serving in my presence. Do you understand?"
"This thing understands and is grateful for Mistress's attention," Heather whispers, a single tear sliding down her cheek even as her body quivers with unwanted pleasure.