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It start off right before my GF and her Mom are going shopping for her date

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As Jessica and her mom were about to leave, her mom paused in the doorway and turned back to me with an easy, knowing smile. “Oh, before I forget—credit card,” she said casually, holding out her hand.

I hesitated for only a second before reaching into my pocket and pulling it out. I was going to pay, of course—I always paid—but something about the way she asked, like it was expected, made my stomach twist.

Jessica giggled beside her. “Don’t worry, babe,” she purred, stepping closer, pressing a soft kiss against my cheek. “We’ll make sure to find something special today.”

I nodded dumbly as they stepped out, Jessica shooting me a wink before closing the door behind her.

And then, the wait began.

The Shopping Trip

At first, there was nothing. Just silence. I tried to distract myself, but my mind kept wandering back to the fact that right now, Jessica was picking out clothes meant for another man, with her mom’s full encouragement.

Then, my phone buzzed.

Jessica: “Mom says these are perfect for a ‘confident young woman.’ What do you think? ????”

I opened the attached photo and felt my stomach drop.

A pair of tall, glossy black heels, sharp and commanding—easily four inches high. The kind of heels that weren’t just for looking sexy, but for making a statement.

Jessica: “Imagine me walking around in these, babe. Or better yet… imagine me riding in them.”

My cock twitched instantly, already hardening in my pants.

I typed back, “They’re… intense. Are you really gonna wear them?”

Jessica: “Duh. Mom says they’ll make my legs look amazing. Don’t you want me looking my best?”

I swallowed hard. Not for me, I thought. For him.

Before I could reply, another message popped up.

Jessica: “Next up—pants! You’ll like these ????”

I opened the new picture.

Tight. Sinfully tight. A pair of painted-on leather leggings, the kind that clung to every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. My fingers trembled slightly as I zoomed in on the way they hugged her ass.

Jessica: “Mom actually picked these out for me. She says they’re designed to ‘show off my best features.’”

I exhaled sharply, shifting in my seat as I felt the ache in my jeans.

Jessica: “You should’ve seen how she smiled when I tried them on. She knows, babe.”

I stopped breathing for a second.

Jessica’s mom… she knew?

Or was Jessica just fucking with me?

I stared at the message, unsure of what to say. But before I could overthink it, another picture arrived.

Jessica: “Got a special piece, too. You don’t get to see it, though. Only Jonas does. ????”

I groaned, my cock straining painfully against my pants.

Jessica: “Mom really liked this one. I’ll tell you all about it later.”

I squeezed my phone tight, my mind spiraling as I imagined Jessica standing in the dressing room, trying on lingerie, her mother standing there watching, approving. Helping.

And I wasn’t allowed to see any of it.

When They Get Home

Hours later, when they finally walked in, I could tell something was different.

Jessica looked gorgeous. Fresh, glowing—practically radiant with satisfaction. Her mom, meanwhile, had that same knowing smile she always wore, like she was in on some unspoken secret.

I sat there, watching as Jessica dropped the shopping bags on the table, stretching like she’d just had the most wonderful day.

“That was fun,” she sighed, looking over at her mom. “We should definitely do that again sometime.”

Her mom chuckled. “Anytime, sweetheart.” She picked up her purse and gave Jessica a little wink. “Enjoy your evening.”

And just like that, she disappeared down the hall, leaving us alone.

Jessica turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Wanna see what we got?”

I swallowed and nodded, my throat dry.

She reached into one of the bags, pulling out the pants—the tight, leather ones she’d teased me with earlier. She dangled them in front of me, smirking. “You like?”

I nodded, watching the way they gleamed in the dim light.

“Oh, you’re gonna love these on me,” she cooed. “Well… he will.”

I sucked in a breath.

Then she reached into another bag, pulling out a small black box. “But this,” she said, her voice dropping into something dangerous, “is for you.”

I frowned as she placed it in my lap. “What is it?”

“Open it.”

My fingers trembled as I lifted the lid.

And then I saw it.

A chastity cage.

Sleek. Metal. Cold.

I stared at it, my brain struggling to process. “What the fuck?”

Jessica giggled, clearly delighted at my reaction.

“Why… why did you buy this?” My voice was weak, unsteady.

She smirked, leaning in close. “I didn’t.”

I blinked. “What?”

Jessica’s eyes burned into mine, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

“It wasn’t my idea, babe.” She reached out, brushing a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to meet hers.

My entire body went hot and cold at the same time.

“She picked it out for you,” Jessica continued, her voice low and teasing. “Said it was perfect. Said you needed something to help you stay… focused on what really matters.”

I swallowed thickly, my hands shaking as I held the cage.

Jessica leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “So, what do you say, babe?” she whispered.

“Are you gonna put it on like a good boy?”

The room spun around me.

This wasn’t just Jessica anymore.

This was bigger.

Her mom was involved.