Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

I'm So Classy

Michelle was relaxing at home when Alison walked in carrying what looked like clothes from the dry cleaners. Without a word, Alison tossed the garments to Michelle, a command in her unspoken gesture.

"Try it on," Alison instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument, as she pulled out her phone, engrossed in whatever seemed to capture her attention.

Michelle knew better than to question Alison's motives. She had learned from experience that asking why would only result in a simple, "Because I said so." So, she took the clothes and headed to her room to comply.

As she opened the case, her eyes widened in awe at the jaw-dropping dress inside. It was an exquisite ensemble, unlike anything she had ever worn before. Her heart raced with both excitement and nervousness as she slipped into the elegant fabric.

When Michelle descended the stairs, the anticipation built within her, unsure of how Alison would react. As she reached the bottom step, she paused, giving Alison a chance to look up.

Alison's eyes met Michelle's, and for a moment, she seemed to forget to breathe. She stayed silent, her gaze drinking in Michelle's appearance. It was as if the air itself stilled, and the room held an electric charge of intensity.

"How do I look?" Michelle quipped, trying to lighten the moment, her shyness still present beneath her playful demeanor.

Alison remained silent, her eyes lingering on Michelle's form, taking in every detail. She finally found her voice, a hint of awe and admiration coloring her words. "Stunning," she breathed, her gaze never leaving Michelle's.

A mixture of emotions swirled within Michelle. The dress had transformed her, making her feel elegant and alluring in a way she had never experienced before. She was captivated by the way Alison looked at her, the intensity of the moment creating a connection that went beyond words.

In the realm of dominance and submission, this encounter felt like an unspoken agreement. Michelle willingly surrendered to Alison's command, and in return, Alison offered her an opportunity to feel beautiful and desired.

As they stood there, locked in their wordless exchange, Michelle realized that this moment held a power of its own, transcending the complexities of their relationship. It was a moment of vulnerability and connection, where their roles melted away, leaving only the enchanting dance they shared.

"Why do I need to wear this dress?" Michelle asked, a tinge of uncertainty in her voice as she looked down at the elegant attire in her hands.

"I have an event tomorrow night, and I needed to know if it fits," Alison responded, her eyes briefly glancing up from her phone before returning to it.

Michelle's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she realized the dress wasn't meant for her. "Oh," she mumbled, feeling a mix of disappointment and self-consciousness. She wondered why she had assumed it was for her in the first place.

"What's the event for?" she asked, trying to mask her disappointment with curiosity.

Alison looked up from her phone, a hint of mystery in her eyes. "You'll know when you arrive," she said cryptically before walking away, leaving Michelle to ponder her response.

As Michelle stood there, her spirits dampened by the realization that the dress wasn't intended for her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the event. She wondered what occasion would warrant such an elegant dress, and why Alison was being so secretive about it.

The next day arrived, and Michelle's mind was filled with questions as she prepared for the day ahead. She couldn't shake off the thought of the dress, the allure of the event, and the mystery surrounding Alison's intentions.