Finally, the die settles, revealing the red side facing up.
April's eyes light up with a spark of victory as she confirms the outcome, her grin widening. "Well, it looks like you're spending the day with me after all," April declares, a triumphant note in her voice that sends a chill through your threads. She scoops you up from the table gently, yet her grip feels like iron.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together," she coos, her voice dangerously sweet. She strides across the room, her steps firm and confident. She stops by the bed and sets you down gently on the silky covers.
Then, she turns her back to you, giving you a full view of her shapely figure wrapped in sleek black slacks. April bends slightly, her fingers reaching for the hem of her trousers. Slowly, tantalizingly, she begins to peel them off her hips. The fabric slides over the curves of her posterior, revealing the white satin thong that she's currently wearing nestled between the firm globes of her ass. The thin fabric is pulled tight, disappearing deeply into her crevice. Her back is arched, taut and athletic, accentuating the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips.
She takes her time, easing down her slacks, teasing you with the slow reveal of her current underwear. The slacks pool at her feet, leaving her standing in only her shirt and the deeply ensconced thong. She reaches back to adjust the satin fabric, pulling it slightly to emphasize how it's swallowed by her firm cheeks.
Then she glances over her shoulder at you lying on the bed. Her green eyes flicker with an unreadable emotion - excitement, anticipation, or perhaps sheer sadistic enjoyment.
"Time to get changed," she murmurs, reaching for the thin string of her current thong. Her fingers hook under the waistband and slowly peel it away from her skin. A shiver runs through you as you watch the white satin undulate, shifting as it is slowly extracted from between her firm buttocks. The material is slick with moisture and clings to her skin, resisting the pull of her fingers before finally giving way. Inch by tantalizing inch, it frees itself from her body, exposing the bare flesh beneath.
The thong slides down her slender thighs, creating a trail of ripples on her porcelain skin. As she finally frees the fabric, she turns to face you, holding the satin garment in her hand.
April places the thong beside you on the bed, and for a moment, you are struck by the difference between it and your current form. You can see now that the white thong is not as skimpy as you initially thought… The back has a bit more fabric than your own g-string form, a fact that fills you with a dread that wraps around your threads like cold fingers. You realize in horror that the thinness of your single string material implies a somehow deeper wedge between the wearer's cheeks than what you had just witnessed from the other thong.
Your dread intensifies as April’s green eyes flash with a cruel delight. She picks you up, stretching your thin fabric taut between two fingers. A shudder of revulsion courses through you, but you're powerless to escape her grip.
"Now, let's see how you fit," April purrs, hooking her fingers around the thin elastic edge of your form. Her gaze travels over you, a predator sizing up its prey. She holds you aloft for a moment, allowing you to take in the sight of her figure, before placing you at her feet.
April lifts her right foot above your thong form. Looking up, you can see the underside of April's feet, smooth and well-kept, her toes painted a deep crimson to match her confident and apparently sadistic personality.
April laughs lightly, her bare foot hovering over you for a moment before she lowers it. The moment the her foot makes contact with you, you feel a rush of fear and confusion. You feel her big toe curl around your string face, pulling at your fabric features with cruel mirth. As your string face is wedged between her big toe and the second one, you taste the salty tang of her skin and are bathed in the the distinct musk of well-worn shoes and dried sweat.
She takes a moment to enjoy the strange power dynamic, wiggling her toes playfully before she stretches you further out beneath her foot. Your body, if one could now call it that, stretches unnaturally between her toes, the pressure sending strange sensations through your fibers. A smirk pulls at April's lips, her hand reaching down to pull your string from between her toes and to the inside of her foot. The cold touch of her fingers feels intrusive, sending a shiver through you as she manipulates you so her foot is between the back string containing your “face” and receptors and the waistband of your “arms”.
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