Lost in Fashion - Part 10

Jennifer stood in front of Georgina, she was breathless after her orgasm and felt utterly utterly bewildered by what had just happened to her. The girl had literally taken possession of her body and made her cum and she'd done nothing to stop it. The thought made her tingle.

Georgina seemed utterly aloof and detached from the fact that she had just had her hands on her pussy and that only made the whole thing more surreal. Jennifer went to speak but Georgina pressed her finger to her lips "Shhhh" then she handed her the books "...check these out for me and remember to ask about Female lead BDSM and male submission". With that Georgina turned around and walked off.

Jennifer was totally and utterly stunned by what had just happened. How could a total stranger have been so bold. Her outfit had attracted attention all day but this beautiful, voluptuous girl had simply breezed into her life and seduced her with barely a word. She hadn't even asked her name, like it was irrelevant or something, It was too much to take in. She sat for a moment on the step and tried to compose herself. She thought about the recent events and attempted to process them in her mind.

After a short while she her mind began to clear. She gathered up the books and made her way to the counter. Georgina had added a couple more presumably from the lower shelves. There was "A History of Lesbian Erotica" and "Fetishwear in Fashion". Very appropriate she thought.

Her breath quickened as she approached the counter. There was a middle aged female librarian there an Jennifer saw her eyes widen as she noticed her outfit. This was going to be so embarrassing but excitement coursed through her. This was easily the wildest day of her life.

She placed the small pile of books on the table and the librarian gazed through the titles. Jennifer detected a twitch as she bleeped the titles through. This trampily dressed student was amassing quite a reading list. Jennifer was aware of the presence behind her. A glance over her shoulder revealed it was one of the guys from the earlier encounter in the elevator "Perfect" thought Jenny, there was no hiding the fact that she was checking out a load of erotic art and sex manuals.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt a had cup her ass cheek. The guy had done in extremely subtly but again she was being groped in public. Was she really going to let this intrusion take place. She had just been given one of the best orgasms of her life by a total stranger, she was under orders from MistressF to submit to people, this was her "Get out of jail free" card. She wasn't just allowing herself to be pawed like a piece of meat, she was submitting and surrendering just like in her countless fantasies.

The librarian, a consummate professional, managed to finish the scanning without saying anything judgemental. She probably presumed it was a dare or a bet. She avoided eye contact with Jenny at all times however. Anything else?" she asked

Jennifer felt a rush as she took the opportunity for her next reckless act of public self-humiliation "Yes, can I order a copy of 'Female lead BDSM and male submission' by Victoria DuVey please". Upon hearing this she felt the hand move away from her ass immediately. It was all is could do not to burst out laughing on the spot. Jenny waited for the librarian to note down the title and then turned on her heels. She raised an eyebrow to the boy who was now looking a lot less cocky than he had been earlier.

The librarian, unaware of the contact between the two students, simply nodded and called out "Next" 

Jennifer returned to where she'd been reading previously and found Georgina waiting for her. She sat next to her and placed the books on the table. Georgina smiled "Well done, I knew you were a good girl as soon as I set eyes on you". The praise was patronising in the extreme but for some reason Jenny found herself thrilled by it.

Georgina opened the books and began flicking through the pages. She seemed to be ignoring Jenny now but after about a minute her hand settled on Jenny's bare thigh and began to stroke and caress it. Once again she surrendered to the pawing and soon the hand was moving higher and the caresses became gentle scratches with Georgina's nails. All the while Georgina never even acknowledged her companion.

Jennifer spent the next half hour in total silence sitting motionless as Georgina caressed and teased her thigh.


After a short while Georgina stopped the stroking and looked across at her "I have to go, it's been wonderful playing with you". She rose and petted Jenny's head before walking away...she had been desperate to kiss this deliciously innocent young submissive but Amanda had asked her to avoid that as she wanted Jenny's first lesbian kisses to be from her. She knew however that Amanda would let her play with her new pet before too long. They were firm friends and partners in crime when it came to sexual adventure.

Jenny watched Georgina leave absolutely bewildered by what had transpired. Again she took a few moments to try and work out what had just happened.

She pulled out her phone from her bag and logged onto Twitter "@KTheDomme I submitted as ordered Mistress"

At that very moment Amanda was on the phone to Georgina finding out all about the encounter for herself. She was ecstatic with how it had gone. She knew Georgina was an expert dominatrix but she was unaware of just how willing a submissive Jenny was. This was beyond perfect. She hung up and noticed a twitter alert on the screen "Good girl" she thought as she read the tweet.

"@fashionslavex Tell me more"

over the next series of tweets "fashionslavex" told "KTheDomme" all about her encounter leaving out the detail of the public orgasm but confessing to allowing herself to being thoroughly groped by a total stranger. Amanda smiled as she noted that even in her secret twitter persona Jenny was shy and reserved. It made it even better. She allowed Jennifer to finish her description and then tweeted back "@fashionslavex I am so happy with you kitten, you are going to love your next assignment"

"@KTheDomme There's more??????" Jenny replied. Although incredulous of how demanding her twitter dominatrix was she was loving this adventure so much. She was desperate to get home so she could lock her door and masturbate thinking about her experiences today.

"@fashionslavex Yes, a simple one. You are to call your housemate 'Mistress' at least once today. You can be subtle but you have to do this"

Jenny looked at her screen. She actually smiled at the ridiculousness of her situation. Could she really do this? Amanda was her landlady now and Jenny owed her a tonne of money. She didn't want to do anything to jepardise that. However Professor LeVieux had actually said that Amanda had to be her Mistress and control her anyway. It was like she was suddenly a passenger in her own life...and she was loving it.

"@KTheDomme I will do it" she replied.

After that there was no replies so Jenny piled up the books and looked over towards the library counter. The middle aged lady from earlier had gone and her colleague was a tubby, bearded man. She decided she'd had enough adventure for one day and so packed the books in her bag. It was time to catch up with Amanda and go home.

Although the two girls made an odd site with Amanda dressed in smart fashionable clothes and Jennifer dressed like an spring-break club-bunny. Most people would feel a twinge of guilt from the utterly dishonest proceedings today. Taking control of a person's life, secretly stalking them on on twitter, manipulating them, arranging for a tryst, manoeuvring them into compromising positions. It was all thoroughly despicable but Amanda didn't experience even a flicking of remorse. To her this was just a game, and it was one she intended to win.

They chatted about various things but Jenny didn't mention her liaison with Georgina at all much to Amanda's amusement. Eventually Amanda noted Jenny getting quieter and slightly more tense. She guessed, correctly, that the weight of her latest assignment was weighing heavily on her housemate's mind.
 She broke the silence with simple question "So what shall we have for dinner?"

There was a pause before Jenny replied quietly "I don't know...whatever you'd prefer..." Jenny half turned away and whispered "...Mistress".

Amanda smiled inwardly to herself. Nice try she thought. If she wasn't ready & waiting for it she would have probably missed it. "What was that?" She said

Jenny jumped realising she'd been busted "What?" she replied hurriedly

"What did you call me?" Amanda asked

"Erm...nothing" said Jenny oh shit, she thought. How could she be so stupid.

Amanda pressed home her advantage, they were alone in the car. There was nowhere for Jenny to run "Mistress? Did you call me Mistress?"

Jenny was aghast now, she desperately tried to come up with an excuse but found none "No...I can't remember" she blurted lamely. She had taken things too far and was terrified how Amanda would react now

Amanda had her trapped now "Jenny, seriously...why did you call me Mistress?"

Jenny was totally lost now, Amanda was hitting her with a well thought out series of questions and Jenny, totally unprepared, couldn't offer any answers "I don't know"

Amanda "Is it because I am now in control of you, with the maid work and then controlling you clothes? I don't want to be this evil bitch to you"

Jenny was totally lost now, she was on the verge of tears. "No, you aren't a bitch...Forget it please"

Amanda let the silence drag on for minutes, the tension...artificial from her point of your but frantically real from Jenny's was unbearable. Eventually Amanda spoke "I think it's a good idea"

Jenny was stunned "What is?"

"You calling me Mistress...if that's what you want?"

Again Jenny could feel her life spiralling out of control. She was totally unaware that this was just another of Amanda's vicious set-ups. She had no answer to this expert manipulation. She went on "It's been on my mind a lot...Before this week we were just Jenny and Amanda...now I am your landlady and your boss and I am also dressing you as provocatively as I possibly can for our assignment. It is so weird for me...."

Again Jenny was mute

"...If you call me Mistress it will protect the real, ordinary us from getting fucked up by all this. Does that make sense?"

Jenny couldn't think of anything to say, she was mortified but this conversation. "I...I suppose so" she whispered.

"Okay then I really think this is a good idea, if you are going to call me Mistress I am going to need a name for you. I am sure as hell not going to call you Slave or anything like that. What shall I call you?" she asked

She knew the answer long before Jenny plucked up the courage to open her mouth.

When the reply did come it was little more that a whisper "Kitten"

It was all Amanda could do not to let out a triumphant cheer.