Dave walked out of his room slowly. "I hate you bro."
Dirk had given him a black and white maids dress with black lacy socks that went to his knees, shiny, black mary-janes, the classic French maids headress, and 'one pair of cute as hell' black lace panties, according to dirk. The older Strider made Dave put the outfit on, at one point, pinning him on the bed and threatening punishment.
Dirk smirked and beckoned him over. Dave groaned and walked over slowly. "Faster. Now." Dirk ordered. Dave quickened his speed and stopped in front of Dirk. The older Strider patted his lap. Dave shook his head. "Easy way or hard way. By the way bro. Hard way comes with punishment." Dave got on Dirks lap quickly. Dirk grinned and reached under the futon. Dave started to look down but Dirk grabbed his chin, holding his head still. Dave tried to pull away, whining at the pain that Dirk was causing. When Dirk brought his hand back up to show what he had grabbed, Dave tried to get away, struggling and pulling away more. In Dirk's hand was a leather collar.
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Dave The Maid (under renovations)
FanfictionIm too lazy for a better title. This is sorta based off a rp i did with a friend on kik. Hope ya like it. This is the 'im sorry for not writing' story i was talking about. So. Since you all like the Ereri BDSM story (which im sorry for not updating...
