Chapter 1: The Daily Routine and Silent Tension
The sun filtered through the windows of the classroom as Marcos and Ana presented their project at university. They had worked together for weeks, and although there were initial challenges, their connection had grown. Now, standing in front of their classmates, Marcos felt a mix of nerves and emotion. Our proposal focuses on innovation in the industry, said Ana, smiling confidently. Marcos felt proud to have her by his side, but his mind wandered back to their recent shared experience, remembering how they had gotten closer beyond the academic. The presentation concluded with applause and positive comments from their classmates. Ana and Marcos exchanged complicit glances, aware that something had changed between them, although they didn't mention it. After class, a group of friends gathered to discuss weekend plans. The conversation flowed, but Marcos noticed the silent tension between him and Ana. Furtive glances and timid smiles suggested a secret understanding that only they shared. Ana, with a mischievous spark in her eyes, began commenting on the latest lingerie trends. Have you seen the new collections? she asked, as their friends joined the debate unaware of the subtext of the conversation. Marcos felt his heart racing. The other friends laughed and shared their opinions, oblivious to the emotional weight that Ana's words had for him. A little audacity never hurt anyone, said Ana, looking at Marcos with a seductive smile. He blushed, but couldn't help feeling intrigued by the insinuation. Although the others talked about fashion lightly, each of Ana's comments made him remember his own vulnerability. When the conversation turned to other topics, the tension remained. Slight gestures, shared smiles, and physical closeness spoke of a Unspoken intimacy. At the end of the day, Ana turned to him with an enigmatic smile. 'It was great working with you. Maybe we should do something more... together in the future,' she said, leaving the sentence hanging. Marcos felt a shiver run down his back. The innuendo in her words left him breathless. As they parted ways and each went their separate way, the charged atmosphere of possibility accompanied them. Although daily routine continued, both knew that their university life would never be the same again. The tension between them had grown, and the expectation of what could come next became a constant in their thoughts.
Chapter 2: The Cosplay Proposal
A sunny day, while Marcos was reviewing his notes at the library, Ana approached him with infectious energy. Her smile shone as always, making Marcos' heart beat a little faster.
'Marcos!' she exclaimed, dropping her bag on the table.
'Did you know there's a cosplay event in the neighboring city this weekend?' Marcos looked up, curious.
'Cosplay? I'm not sure if that's my thing...' he replied, remembering their last shared experiences and the new tension between them.
Ana leaned towards him, resting her hands on the table, which brought their gazes closer together.
'Come on, it'll be fun. Besides, no one knows us there. We could explore a bit of our more daring sides,' she said, with a mischievous smile.
Marcos felt a tingle in his stomach. The idea of being somewhere they could be who they wanted to be, away from familiar gazes, seemed intriguing. However, the part about dressing up made him nervous.
'And what do you want me to wear?' he asked, feeling a little vulnerable considering the idea.
Ana smiled as if she already had a plan in mind.
'I want you to dress up like an attractive character from an anime or manga! Something that highlights your figure and makes you feel sexy. Imagine how fun it would be,' she said, her ' A voice full of enthusiasm. Marcos couldn't help but blush. The idea of wearing such clothing in public made him feel uncomfortable, but it also awakened a curiosity he couldn't ignore. Ana was so enthusiastic that it was hard to resist. —I don't know... —whispered, but his mind had already started imagining himself in a provocative costume. Ana came closer and her tone became more persuasive. —Just think about what we could do at the event. You could play with the idea of being a seductive character, and I can help you choose an outfit. It would be an incredible experience, and we could have a lot of fun. Marcos felt the tension increasing between them. The idea of dressing that way made him uncomfortable and excited at the same time. Ana had a way of making the impossible seem fun. —Okay, I'll think about it... —he replied, feeling like he had crossed a line, but also wanting more of this connection that was developing between them. Ana smiled widely, satisfied with his response. —Perfect! I'll send you some ideas later —she said before walking away, leaving Marcos with a whirlwind of emotions. As he returned to concentrating on his notes, Marcos couldn't help but think about the proposal. The mix of nerves and anticipation made him feel like this event could be a new beginning in his relationship with Ana. There was a promise in the air, an invitation to explore not only a costume, but also their growing connection. Chapter 3: Preparations for the Event The day of the event was approaching quickly, and Marcos's mind was filled with doubts. Despite Ana's effort to convince him, he still felt reluctant. The experience with lingerie had been intense and overwhelming, and the idea of a sexy costume left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. However, he couldn't help but be invaded by excitement when thinking about Ana. —Have you decided what you're going to wear? —asked Ana with a radiant smile when they met at the cafeteria university, the event week. Marcos smiled timidly, scratching his head while trying to hide his insecurity. —Hey, I'm considering some options...—he said, although in reality he had only thought about the images Ana had sent him. Ana leaned towards him, the spark in her eyes illuminating the conversation. —Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of!—she said, maintaining a playful tone—. I promise it will be fun. Plus, I want to see you in something that really highlights your... qualities. The comment made him blush immediately, remembering what they had done together. His gaze met Ana's, and in that instant, Marcos felt the tension they had shared before starting to resurge. —Okay—he said finally, letting out a sigh—. I'm ready for a new challenge. Preparations began at Ana's apartment, a place filled with soft lights and anime posters on the walls. The atmosphere was cozy, and as Marcos entered the experience, he started to relax. Ana had prepared the costume on the bed. —I want you to try this—she said, holding out a disguise consisting of a short set of tight shorts and a shirt that showed his stomach—. It will be perfect for you. Marcos took the clothes with trembling hands, feeling it was one step closer to the abyss of his own shame. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He changed in the bathroom and when he came out, Ana greeted him with a smile that made him feel a little more secure. —Oh my god!—she exclaimed, making a dramatic gesture—. You look incredible. That outfit highlights your figure perfectly! Marcos didn't know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed, but Ana's admiring gaze pushed him to feel a little bolder. —Now comes the best part—she said, leading him towards the mirror—. Makeup! Marcos sat in a chair while Ana moved with agility, applying products to his face. His fingers slid with delicacy, and the closeness made the tension increase. —Do you know? I never thought I'd enjoy this so much —Marcos confessed, looking at his reflection, already starting to see a new him. —I don't either —Ana replied, smiling as she made sure everything was in its place—. But there's something fun about experimenting, don't you think? As Ana applied a bit of blush to him, her gaze turned mischievous. —And think that before I only saw you as a project partner! Now I'm discovering a very attractive side of you —she said, getting closer still, whispering—. I like seeing how you're transforming. Marcos felt his heart beating faster at her words. —I think I'm getting used to this —he murmured, feeling the adrenaline of the moment. When Ana finished, she took a step back to admire her work. Marcos couldn't believe the reflection he saw: a boy who, although still him, seemed to exude a new confidence. —Remember, this is just a rehearsal —Ana said, as he removed his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror for the last time, a little more confident. Chapter 4: The Cosplay Event As they arrived at the event, Marcos felt the excitement overwhelming him as they approached the bustling convention center. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with music, laughter, and the sound of camera flashes capturing cosplayers moving proudly through the corridors. Ana was radiant, her costume perfectly adjusted, while Marcos felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. —Look at this, it's incredible! —Ana exclaimed, pointing to a group of cosplayers making dramatic poses in a corner. Marcos observed around him, seeing the creativity and madness of the costumes. However, he also felt a pang of insecurity. Although he had convinced himself that cosplay could be fun, seeing others so confident made him question his choice. Upon entering the preparation area, first surprise arrived. The room was full of mirrors, bright lights and an atmosphere of camaraderie. The attendees were helping each other adjust their costumes and makeup, creating a supportive and enthusiastic environment. Ana took him to a corner where they could retouch before going out onto the big stage. While adjusting, after finishing Marcos' makeup, she turned towards him with a mischievous look. 'Hey, I wanted to confess something to you,' she said, biting her lower lip. 'I made a couple of adjustments to your costume.' Marcos felt his heart racing. Ana's expression was that of someone who knew a juicy secret, and his curiosity began to prick. 'Adjustments? What kind of adjustments?' he asked, feeling his voice tremble slightly. 'Ta-da!' she said, lifting the ensemble in front of him with a humorous tone, although her eyes reflected a malicious spark. It was a tiny top made entirely of black netting, leaving very little to the imagination and making it clear that it would barely cover what was essential. Under the top, the short was almost a suggestion, a piece also made of red mesh that barely touched the middle of the thighs, revealing that she wore a small dental floss thong that would peek through the netting, completing the outfit's naughtiness. 'Do you like it?' she asked, although more like a statement. While he processed the outfit, she continued to remove accessories, each one with a theatrical gesture. The high red stockings, which reached just above the knees, contrasted with the long red gloves that would cover his forearms, adding a touch of provocation to the ensemble. But the final touch was what Ana showed him next with a laughing tone: a headband with small felt ears and a pet collar with a small bell in front. 'Ana! What did you do?' he protested, trying to hide the mix of surprise and emotion. 'Just a few tweaks so it would fit better into my... artistic vision,' she replied Laughing while rubbing his shoulder—. I wanted you to feel really sexy. —But... it's too revealing! I don't want people looking at me like that. Ana leaned towards him, with a persuasive glint in her eyes. —What if I tell you you'll be the sensation? —she insinuated, playing with a strand of her hair—. Everyone will look at you, but not because they're judging you. They'll admire you. Marcos hesitated. —But... what if they laugh at me? Ana smiled softly, moving closer. —Does it matter what others think? This is a place to be yourself. Besides, if you put on the costume, I promise I'll be by your side. No one will dare mess with you while I'm here. She put her hand on his arm, her warm and calming touch. —Think about how you'll feel when we leave. You'll realize fear is just an illusion. And with that thong... —her voice became more seductive—. It will highlight the best of you. You'll see yourself as irresistible. Marcos felt his pulse racing, the pressure in his chest beginning to ease. —I don't know, Ana... —Come on, please! —interrupted Ana, putting on a pout that made her face look even more adorable—. Just this once. If you don't like it, I promise you won't have to wear it again. But if you don't try, you'll be missing out on something incredible. Marcos looked at Ana, seeing her genuine desire for him to have fun. The pressure of her words pushed him forward. —Okay... —he said finally, his voice trembling but decisive—. I'll do it. Ana smiled widely, full of emotion. Chapter 5: Exploration of Fantasies Marcos looked in the mirror while adjusting the last accessory. The red top was fitted to his chest, exposing his skin provocatively, with only the straps holding it in place. The short was even more daring than he imagined; it barely covered anything, and the dental floss thong was evident beneath the mesh, highlighting every curve. The high socks rose up to his thigh, showing off his legs, while the long red gloves reached up to his Forearms, completing the image. As he saw his reflection, a mix of shame and surprise crossed his face. But the detail that made him doubt the most was the tiara with slutty ears and the collar he wore around his neck, adjusted perfectly so that the small bell would tinkle with every movement. His reflection seemed equally ridiculous and surprisingly attention-grabbing. He moved a little in front of the mirror, feeling the net brush against his skin and the sound of the bell, until a familiar voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Wow, Marcos! Ana exclaimed as she saw him, with a smile of amazement and delight. She approached to look at him closely, observing him from top to bottom, as if appreciating a work of art. You look incredible... That look is perfect on you! Marcos couldn't help but blush at the praise, unsure whether to feel proud or want to run away. But the way Ana looked at him made him feel something different, a spark of security he didn't expect. She gave the collar a small tug, making the bell ring, and looked at him with a smile full of complicity. As they continued through the event, Ana didn't miss an opportunity to push Marcos into increasingly compromising situations. With a mischievous smile, she would constantly launch challenges. Come on, slutty, go up to those cosplayers and ask them to take a photo with you, she whispered while giving him a push towards a group of boys and girls wearing elaborate costumes. Marcos, aware of his revealing outfit and the bell that tinkled with every step, approached timidly but soon they surrounded him with curiosity. Look at the slutty! exclaimed one of the boys, throwing a lustful glance that made him blush instantly. Oh, how lovely!, commented a girl while taking hold of his waist to get closer for the photo. Marcos felt her hand slide down a little too low on his hip and, as she looked up at him, he couldn't help but blush. Another of the boys leaned towards him and, with a playful smile, gave his velcro earpiece a gentle tug, whispering a soft 'miau' that made him laugh nervously. The comments and glances from everyone were at once humiliating and, in the end, full of complicity. Ana, meanwhile, was constantly challenging him. Come on, slutty, show them your best moves! Do a couple provocative poses! she said, pointing to an improvised stage where other cosplayers posed. Between nerves and laughter, Marcos accepted the challenge and climbed onto the stage, although his face was red with embarrassment. Ana signaled to him from below, telling him to turn around and pose, lifting one leg and placing one hand on her hip. The audience watched with a mix of admiration and lust, shouting encouragement and catcalls. What a lovely slutty! someone in the audience shouted, and instantly others began to chant it, causing Marcos to blush timidly, who couldn't help but feel surprisingly empowered, despite the playful humiliation. The bell continued to tinkle with each movement, giving him an air of tenderness that contrasted with his daring outfit. At one point, someone from the audience came up to take a photo with him and, taking advantage of the moment, gently grabbed his waist, turning him around so he was in a pose that highlighted his figure. The person's hand stayed on his hip for an extra second, and Marcos felt a slight squeeze that made him hold his breath. Although the gesture annoyed him, he also noticed that, somehow, he was enjoying the attention. Ana looked at him from afar, with a satisfied smile as she saw Marcos begin to relax, even smiling a little while posing. See? You look incredible, she said, approaching him and giving him a playful push that made the bell ring again. You're the best slutty of the whole event. Marcos couldn't help but smile shyly, feeling how, little by little, I began to accept his insecurities and enjoy the experience. Chapter 6: A moment alone After the explosion of energy and laughter at the dance competition, Marcos and Ana decided to leave the event's bustle behind. As they walked, they stumbled upon a quiet corner, a small space decorated with soft lights and mirrors. The atmosphere was different; the distant murmur of the crowd felt far away and cozy. Ana looked around and, with a complicit smile, gently pushed Marcos towards the interior. Here we are, a small refuge, she said. The warmth of her presence made Marcos feel relieved and excited at the same time. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone, he said, his heart still racing from the adrenaline of the event. Ana approached him. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. You have to know how much I'm impressed by your bravery, she said, smiling softly. Seeing you enjoy and be yourself is really beautiful. Marcos felt a mix of shyness and pride invading him. I wouldn't have done it without you, he replied, his eyes lowering to the ground. You've pushed me to be bolder, he said. That's what I want, Ana said, leaning in closer, her voice soft and sincere. Seeing you explore this side of yourself. You're more daring than you think. The emotional connection between them intensified, and Marcos felt how Ana's words touched him deeply. There was something comforting about her gaze and proximity. They dared to share a space that only belonged to them, away from curious glances from the rest. Ana took Marcos' hand, intertwining their fingers. I love seeing you like this, so free and authentic, she whispered. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the laughter of the event faded into the background. Marcos, feeling an unexpected impulse, turned his head to look at her. The intensity of her gaze made him feel a tingling sensation in his stomach. You know? he said, with a nervous smile—. This has been one of the best experiences of my life. Ana smiled, and her gaze became more intense. —And it's not over yet —she said, moving a little closer. The tension in the air became palpable, and Marcos felt his heart beating strongly. Without thinking, Ana leaned towards him and kissed him with unexpected passion. It was a kiss full of fervor, full of the accumulated energy from all night. Marcos felt the outside world disappear, and only they two existed, trapped in that moment. As the kiss intensified, Ana's hands slid down to Marcos' ass, causing a wave of sensations. Her touch was bold and secure, making a mix of nervousness and excitement run through Marcos' body. Ana, with a daring movement, turned him around and pressed him against the wall. Marcos felt his breathing accelerate as Ana slowly pulled down his short and thong until they reached his thighs, exposing his skin. The sensation of vulnerability overwhelmed him, but in that moment, surrounded by Ana's warmth, he also felt incredibly alive. Taking control, she positioned him carefully, bending him forward until his ass was completely exposed. She observed him for long seconds, noting every detail: the soft curve of his hips, the firm and youthful roundness of his buttocks, and the small hole hidden between them. Ana couldn't resist temptation, and her hands began to explore them with curiosity, separating them slightly. —What a lovely little hole you have —she whispered, moving even closer. She leaned towards him, moistened her finger with her own saliva, and without haste but with firmness, placed it in the small and soft pink hole. He felt a shiver run down his spine, every muscle in his body tense and expectant. —Breathe deeply —she whispered to him, with her soft and almost childish voice, contradicting the security of her actions. Without giving him time to react, she pressed the finger until it was buried deep. full. Mark let out a stifled gasp and pressed his lips together to make no more noise. With the other hand, Pamela slid down towards the small penis, using only her thumb and index finger to circle it, as if it were something fragile and delicate. She started to stimulate it slowly, barely applying pressure while her other finger continued to enter and exit her anus, marking a rhythm that grew deeper and more profound. Mark felt a mix of humiliation and vulnerability, knowing he was completely at the mercy of this woman who, with her youthful appearance and calculated gestures, treated his body like a toy. 'You're so delicate...' she whispered, almost mocking him as she watched his reactions. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing to disappear, but the heat and shame were too intense to ignore. Ana's hand moved faster and she decided to add a second finger, causing an involuntary groan from Mark. He felt his body twisting in response to the invasion, his flushed cheeks, and the sensation of being penetrated only increased as Ana added a third finger. 'Shh... breathe...' she murmured more softly, smiling as she felt Mark's body yield completely. Mark couldn't take it anymore and, with a stifled gasp, exploded in Ana's hands. She removed her fingers slowly, gazing at the spectacle with a mix of fascination and pride while a single drop of semen slid slowly down her thigh, leaving a wet trail. Ana embraced him tenderly after the shared moment, both of them silent, feeling the closeness that transcended any words. There was an intensity in their love that only they understood, a deep connection that allowed them to explore every corner of their emotions without reserve. Mark, still with his pulse racing, looked at her and knew that in this mix of play, complicity, and passion lay something unique, a love that overwhelmed them and made them feel alive in their most authentic form. ------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading 😀 My other stories: The Request: https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5713832/La-Peticion-Relato-Femdom.htmlThe Submissive Boyfriendhttps://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5710181/El-novio-sumiso-Relato-Femdom.htmlThe Feminist Professor:https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5724326/La-Profesora-Feminista-Relato-Femdom.html
The sun filtered through the windows of the classroom as Marcos and Ana presented their project at university. They had worked together for weeks, and although there were initial challenges, their connection had grown. Now, standing in front of their classmates, Marcos felt a mix of nerves and emotion. Our proposal focuses on innovation in the industry, said Ana, smiling confidently. Marcos felt proud to have her by his side, but his mind wandered back to their recent shared experience, remembering how they had gotten closer beyond the academic. The presentation concluded with applause and positive comments from their classmates. Ana and Marcos exchanged complicit glances, aware that something had changed between them, although they didn't mention it. After class, a group of friends gathered to discuss weekend plans. The conversation flowed, but Marcos noticed the silent tension between him and Ana. Furtive glances and timid smiles suggested a secret understanding that only they shared. Ana, with a mischievous spark in her eyes, began commenting on the latest lingerie trends. Have you seen the new collections? she asked, as their friends joined the debate unaware of the subtext of the conversation. Marcos felt his heart racing. The other friends laughed and shared their opinions, oblivious to the emotional weight that Ana's words had for him. A little audacity never hurt anyone, said Ana, looking at Marcos with a seductive smile. He blushed, but couldn't help feeling intrigued by the insinuation. Although the others talked about fashion lightly, each of Ana's comments made him remember his own vulnerability. When the conversation turned to other topics, the tension remained. Slight gestures, shared smiles, and physical closeness spoke of a Unspoken intimacy. At the end of the day, Ana turned to him with an enigmatic smile. 'It was great working with you. Maybe we should do something more... together in the future,' she said, leaving the sentence hanging. Marcos felt a shiver run down his back. The innuendo in her words left him breathless. As they parted ways and each went their separate way, the charged atmosphere of possibility accompanied them. Although daily routine continued, both knew that their university life would never be the same again. The tension between them had grown, and the expectation of what could come next became a constant in their thoughts.
Chapter 2: The Cosplay Proposal
A sunny day, while Marcos was reviewing his notes at the library, Ana approached him with infectious energy. Her smile shone as always, making Marcos' heart beat a little faster.
'Marcos!' she exclaimed, dropping her bag on the table.
'Did you know there's a cosplay event in the neighboring city this weekend?' Marcos looked up, curious.
'Cosplay? I'm not sure if that's my thing...' he replied, remembering their last shared experiences and the new tension between them.
Ana leaned towards him, resting her hands on the table, which brought their gazes closer together.
'Come on, it'll be fun. Besides, no one knows us there. We could explore a bit of our more daring sides,' she said, with a mischievous smile.
Marcos felt a tingle in his stomach. The idea of being somewhere they could be who they wanted to be, away from familiar gazes, seemed intriguing. However, the part about dressing up made him nervous.
'And what do you want me to wear?' he asked, feeling a little vulnerable considering the idea.
Ana smiled as if she already had a plan in mind.
'I want you to dress up like an attractive character from an anime or manga! Something that highlights your figure and makes you feel sexy. Imagine how fun it would be,' she said, her ' A voice full of enthusiasm. Marcos couldn't help but blush. The idea of wearing such clothing in public made him feel uncomfortable, but it also awakened a curiosity he couldn't ignore. Ana was so enthusiastic that it was hard to resist. —I don't know... —whispered, but his mind had already started imagining himself in a provocative costume. Ana came closer and her tone became more persuasive. —Just think about what we could do at the event. You could play with the idea of being a seductive character, and I can help you choose an outfit. It would be an incredible experience, and we could have a lot of fun. Marcos felt the tension increasing between them. The idea of dressing that way made him uncomfortable and excited at the same time. Ana had a way of making the impossible seem fun. —Okay, I'll think about it... —he replied, feeling like he had crossed a line, but also wanting more of this connection that was developing between them. Ana smiled widely, satisfied with his response. —Perfect! I'll send you some ideas later —she said before walking away, leaving Marcos with a whirlwind of emotions. As he returned to concentrating on his notes, Marcos couldn't help but think about the proposal. The mix of nerves and anticipation made him feel like this event could be a new beginning in his relationship with Ana. There was a promise in the air, an invitation to explore not only a costume, but also their growing connection. Chapter 3: Preparations for the Event The day of the event was approaching quickly, and Marcos's mind was filled with doubts. Despite Ana's effort to convince him, he still felt reluctant. The experience with lingerie had been intense and overwhelming, and the idea of a sexy costume left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. However, he couldn't help but be invaded by excitement when thinking about Ana. —Have you decided what you're going to wear? —asked Ana with a radiant smile when they met at the cafeteria university, the event week. Marcos smiled timidly, scratching his head while trying to hide his insecurity. —Hey, I'm considering some options...—he said, although in reality he had only thought about the images Ana had sent him. Ana leaned towards him, the spark in her eyes illuminating the conversation. —Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of!—she said, maintaining a playful tone—. I promise it will be fun. Plus, I want to see you in something that really highlights your... qualities. The comment made him blush immediately, remembering what they had done together. His gaze met Ana's, and in that instant, Marcos felt the tension they had shared before starting to resurge. —Okay—he said finally, letting out a sigh—. I'm ready for a new challenge. Preparations began at Ana's apartment, a place filled with soft lights and anime posters on the walls. The atmosphere was cozy, and as Marcos entered the experience, he started to relax. Ana had prepared the costume on the bed. —I want you to try this—she said, holding out a disguise consisting of a short set of tight shorts and a shirt that showed his stomach—. It will be perfect for you. Marcos took the clothes with trembling hands, feeling it was one step closer to the abyss of his own shame. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He changed in the bathroom and when he came out, Ana greeted him with a smile that made him feel a little more secure. —Oh my god!—she exclaimed, making a dramatic gesture—. You look incredible. That outfit highlights your figure perfectly! Marcos didn't know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed, but Ana's admiring gaze pushed him to feel a little bolder. —Now comes the best part—she said, leading him towards the mirror—. Makeup! Marcos sat in a chair while Ana moved with agility, applying products to his face. His fingers slid with delicacy, and the closeness made the tension increase. —Do you know? I never thought I'd enjoy this so much —Marcos confessed, looking at his reflection, already starting to see a new him. —I don't either —Ana replied, smiling as she made sure everything was in its place—. But there's something fun about experimenting, don't you think? As Ana applied a bit of blush to him, her gaze turned mischievous. —And think that before I only saw you as a project partner! Now I'm discovering a very attractive side of you —she said, getting closer still, whispering—. I like seeing how you're transforming. Marcos felt his heart beating faster at her words. —I think I'm getting used to this —he murmured, feeling the adrenaline of the moment. When Ana finished, she took a step back to admire her work. Marcos couldn't believe the reflection he saw: a boy who, although still him, seemed to exude a new confidence. —Remember, this is just a rehearsal —Ana said, as he removed his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror for the last time, a little more confident. Chapter 4: The Cosplay Event As they arrived at the event, Marcos felt the excitement overwhelming him as they approached the bustling convention center. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with music, laughter, and the sound of camera flashes capturing cosplayers moving proudly through the corridors. Ana was radiant, her costume perfectly adjusted, while Marcos felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. —Look at this, it's incredible! —Ana exclaimed, pointing to a group of cosplayers making dramatic poses in a corner. Marcos observed around him, seeing the creativity and madness of the costumes. However, he also felt a pang of insecurity. Although he had convinced himself that cosplay could be fun, seeing others so confident made him question his choice. Upon entering the preparation area, first surprise arrived. The room was full of mirrors, bright lights and an atmosphere of camaraderie. The attendees were helping each other adjust their costumes and makeup, creating a supportive and enthusiastic environment. Ana took him to a corner where they could retouch before going out onto the big stage. While adjusting, after finishing Marcos' makeup, she turned towards him with a mischievous look. 'Hey, I wanted to confess something to you,' she said, biting her lower lip. 'I made a couple of adjustments to your costume.' Marcos felt his heart racing. Ana's expression was that of someone who knew a juicy secret, and his curiosity began to prick. 'Adjustments? What kind of adjustments?' he asked, feeling his voice tremble slightly. 'Ta-da!' she said, lifting the ensemble in front of him with a humorous tone, although her eyes reflected a malicious spark. It was a tiny top made entirely of black netting, leaving very little to the imagination and making it clear that it would barely cover what was essential. Under the top, the short was almost a suggestion, a piece also made of red mesh that barely touched the middle of the thighs, revealing that she wore a small dental floss thong that would peek through the netting, completing the outfit's naughtiness. 'Do you like it?' she asked, although more like a statement. While he processed the outfit, she continued to remove accessories, each one with a theatrical gesture. The high red stockings, which reached just above the knees, contrasted with the long red gloves that would cover his forearms, adding a touch of provocation to the ensemble. But the final touch was what Ana showed him next with a laughing tone: a headband with small felt ears and a pet collar with a small bell in front. 'Ana! What did you do?' he protested, trying to hide the mix of surprise and emotion. 'Just a few tweaks so it would fit better into my... artistic vision,' she replied Laughing while rubbing his shoulder—. I wanted you to feel really sexy. —But... it's too revealing! I don't want people looking at me like that. Ana leaned towards him, with a persuasive glint in her eyes. —What if I tell you you'll be the sensation? —she insinuated, playing with a strand of her hair—. Everyone will look at you, but not because they're judging you. They'll admire you. Marcos hesitated. —But... what if they laugh at me? Ana smiled softly, moving closer. —Does it matter what others think? This is a place to be yourself. Besides, if you put on the costume, I promise I'll be by your side. No one will dare mess with you while I'm here. She put her hand on his arm, her warm and calming touch. —Think about how you'll feel when we leave. You'll realize fear is just an illusion. And with that thong... —her voice became more seductive—. It will highlight the best of you. You'll see yourself as irresistible. Marcos felt his pulse racing, the pressure in his chest beginning to ease. —I don't know, Ana... —Come on, please! —interrupted Ana, putting on a pout that made her face look even more adorable—. Just this once. If you don't like it, I promise you won't have to wear it again. But if you don't try, you'll be missing out on something incredible. Marcos looked at Ana, seeing her genuine desire for him to have fun. The pressure of her words pushed him forward. —Okay... —he said finally, his voice trembling but decisive—. I'll do it. Ana smiled widely, full of emotion. Chapter 5: Exploration of Fantasies Marcos looked in the mirror while adjusting the last accessory. The red top was fitted to his chest, exposing his skin provocatively, with only the straps holding it in place. The short was even more daring than he imagined; it barely covered anything, and the dental floss thong was evident beneath the mesh, highlighting every curve. The high socks rose up to his thigh, showing off his legs, while the long red gloves reached up to his Forearms, completing the image. As he saw his reflection, a mix of shame and surprise crossed his face. But the detail that made him doubt the most was the tiara with slutty ears and the collar he wore around his neck, adjusted perfectly so that the small bell would tinkle with every movement. His reflection seemed equally ridiculous and surprisingly attention-grabbing. He moved a little in front of the mirror, feeling the net brush against his skin and the sound of the bell, until a familiar voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Wow, Marcos! Ana exclaimed as she saw him, with a smile of amazement and delight. She approached to look at him closely, observing him from top to bottom, as if appreciating a work of art. You look incredible... That look is perfect on you! Marcos couldn't help but blush at the praise, unsure whether to feel proud or want to run away. But the way Ana looked at him made him feel something different, a spark of security he didn't expect. She gave the collar a small tug, making the bell ring, and looked at him with a smile full of complicity. As they continued through the event, Ana didn't miss an opportunity to push Marcos into increasingly compromising situations. With a mischievous smile, she would constantly launch challenges. Come on, slutty, go up to those cosplayers and ask them to take a photo with you, she whispered while giving him a push towards a group of boys and girls wearing elaborate costumes. Marcos, aware of his revealing outfit and the bell that tinkled with every step, approached timidly but soon they surrounded him with curiosity. Look at the slutty! exclaimed one of the boys, throwing a lustful glance that made him blush instantly. Oh, how lovely!, commented a girl while taking hold of his waist to get closer for the photo. Marcos felt her hand slide down a little too low on his hip and, as she looked up at him, he couldn't help but blush. Another of the boys leaned towards him and, with a playful smile, gave his velcro earpiece a gentle tug, whispering a soft 'miau' that made him laugh nervously. The comments and glances from everyone were at once humiliating and, in the end, full of complicity. Ana, meanwhile, was constantly challenging him. Come on, slutty, show them your best moves! Do a couple provocative poses! she said, pointing to an improvised stage where other cosplayers posed. Between nerves and laughter, Marcos accepted the challenge and climbed onto the stage, although his face was red with embarrassment. Ana signaled to him from below, telling him to turn around and pose, lifting one leg and placing one hand on her hip. The audience watched with a mix of admiration and lust, shouting encouragement and catcalls. What a lovely slutty! someone in the audience shouted, and instantly others began to chant it, causing Marcos to blush timidly, who couldn't help but feel surprisingly empowered, despite the playful humiliation. The bell continued to tinkle with each movement, giving him an air of tenderness that contrasted with his daring outfit. At one point, someone from the audience came up to take a photo with him and, taking advantage of the moment, gently grabbed his waist, turning him around so he was in a pose that highlighted his figure. The person's hand stayed on his hip for an extra second, and Marcos felt a slight squeeze that made him hold his breath. Although the gesture annoyed him, he also noticed that, somehow, he was enjoying the attention. Ana looked at him from afar, with a satisfied smile as she saw Marcos begin to relax, even smiling a little while posing. See? You look incredible, she said, approaching him and giving him a playful push that made the bell ring again. You're the best slutty of the whole event. Marcos couldn't help but smile shyly, feeling how, little by little, I began to accept his insecurities and enjoy the experience. Chapter 6: A moment alone After the explosion of energy and laughter at the dance competition, Marcos and Ana decided to leave the event's bustle behind. As they walked, they stumbled upon a quiet corner, a small space decorated with soft lights and mirrors. The atmosphere was different; the distant murmur of the crowd felt far away and cozy. Ana looked around and, with a complicit smile, gently pushed Marcos towards the interior. Here we are, a small refuge, she said. The warmth of her presence made Marcos feel relieved and excited at the same time. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone, he said, his heart still racing from the adrenaline of the event. Ana approached him. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. You have to know how much I'm impressed by your bravery, she said, smiling softly. Seeing you enjoy and be yourself is really beautiful. Marcos felt a mix of shyness and pride invading him. I wouldn't have done it without you, he replied, his eyes lowering to the ground. You've pushed me to be bolder, he said. That's what I want, Ana said, leaning in closer, her voice soft and sincere. Seeing you explore this side of yourself. You're more daring than you think. The emotional connection between them intensified, and Marcos felt how Ana's words touched him deeply. There was something comforting about her gaze and proximity. They dared to share a space that only belonged to them, away from curious glances from the rest. Ana took Marcos' hand, intertwining their fingers. I love seeing you like this, so free and authentic, she whispered. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the laughter of the event faded into the background. Marcos, feeling an unexpected impulse, turned his head to look at her. The intensity of her gaze made him feel a tingling sensation in his stomach. You know? he said, with a nervous smile—. This has been one of the best experiences of my life. Ana smiled, and her gaze became more intense. —And it's not over yet —she said, moving a little closer. The tension in the air became palpable, and Marcos felt his heart beating strongly. Without thinking, Ana leaned towards him and kissed him with unexpected passion. It was a kiss full of fervor, full of the accumulated energy from all night. Marcos felt the outside world disappear, and only they two existed, trapped in that moment. As the kiss intensified, Ana's hands slid down to Marcos' ass, causing a wave of sensations. Her touch was bold and secure, making a mix of nervousness and excitement run through Marcos' body. Ana, with a daring movement, turned him around and pressed him against the wall. Marcos felt his breathing accelerate as Ana slowly pulled down his short and thong until they reached his thighs, exposing his skin. The sensation of vulnerability overwhelmed him, but in that moment, surrounded by Ana's warmth, he also felt incredibly alive. Taking control, she positioned him carefully, bending him forward until his ass was completely exposed. She observed him for long seconds, noting every detail: the soft curve of his hips, the firm and youthful roundness of his buttocks, and the small hole hidden between them. Ana couldn't resist temptation, and her hands began to explore them with curiosity, separating them slightly. —What a lovely little hole you have —she whispered, moving even closer. She leaned towards him, moistened her finger with her own saliva, and without haste but with firmness, placed it in the small and soft pink hole. He felt a shiver run down his spine, every muscle in his body tense and expectant. —Breathe deeply —she whispered to him, with her soft and almost childish voice, contradicting the security of her actions. Without giving him time to react, she pressed the finger until it was buried deep. full. Mark let out a stifled gasp and pressed his lips together to make no more noise. With the other hand, Pamela slid down towards the small penis, using only her thumb and index finger to circle it, as if it were something fragile and delicate. She started to stimulate it slowly, barely applying pressure while her other finger continued to enter and exit her anus, marking a rhythm that grew deeper and more profound. Mark felt a mix of humiliation and vulnerability, knowing he was completely at the mercy of this woman who, with her youthful appearance and calculated gestures, treated his body like a toy. 'You're so delicate...' she whispered, almost mocking him as she watched his reactions. He closed his eyes tightly, wishing to disappear, but the heat and shame were too intense to ignore. Ana's hand moved faster and she decided to add a second finger, causing an involuntary groan from Mark. He felt his body twisting in response to the invasion, his flushed cheeks, and the sensation of being penetrated only increased as Ana added a third finger. 'Shh... breathe...' she murmured more softly, smiling as she felt Mark's body yield completely. Mark couldn't take it anymore and, with a stifled gasp, exploded in Ana's hands. She removed her fingers slowly, gazing at the spectacle with a mix of fascination and pride while a single drop of semen slid slowly down her thigh, leaving a wet trail. Ana embraced him tenderly after the shared moment, both of them silent, feeling the closeness that transcended any words. There was an intensity in their love that only they understood, a deep connection that allowed them to explore every corner of their emotions without reserve. Mark, still with his pulse racing, looked at her and knew that in this mix of play, complicity, and passion lay something unique, a love that overwhelmed them and made them feel alive in their most authentic form. ------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading 😀 My other stories: The Request: https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5713832/La-Peticion-Relato-Femdom.htmlThe Submissive Boyfriendhttps://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5710181/El-novio-sumiso-Relato-Femdom.htmlThe Feminist Professor:https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5724326/La-Profesora-Feminista-Relato-Femdom.html
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