Lost in Fashion - Part 12

Jenny woke up and was immediately flooded with memories of the previous day. Wearing those clothes, the guys in the lift, the confrontation with that bitch Catherine, checking the erotic books out of the library...One thing stood out however, the encounter with Georgina. She had always wondered about being intimate with a girl, it was partly what lead her to set up her secret twitter account. What happened yesterday was simply outrageous though. She had always lamented how boring her life was and then this! It was difficult to believe it actually happened.

Then there was the rapidly changing relationship with Amanda. Being her maid, having her pick out slutty outfits, having to call her "Mistress", being called kitten in "return"....Jenny remembered the books and immediately blushed "Oh shit" she whispered as she relived the moment when "A History of Lesbian Erotica" had skidded across the floor between them. It would have been hilarious if it wasn't so utterly mortifying.

Yes, she thought, she had to be careful with Amanda. She was doing so much for her, giving her a roof over her head, introducing her to Professor LeVieux, paying for her tuition. She couldn't risk that with these dangerous games. She was so lucky to have a friend like Amanda and she was being reckless...swept away in this new lifestyle of submission both via Professer LeVieux's bizare experiment and @KtheDomme's wonderfully wicked challenges. To her surprise  she realised it was something she was absolutely revelling in. The lines between fantasy, experiment and reality had become so blurred. Amanda picked her clothes out, she was her maid, Jenny had agreed to call her "Mistress"...then there was the truly delicious images K was coaxing into her brain : Kneeling in front of Amanda, kissing her pussy, allowing her to put a collar around her neck....she shook her head as she remembered hissing her name as she came last night.

She felt her pussy tingle as the thoughts flashed into her mind's eye all over again. No, too much. She had to be more sensible. The thought of Amanda being disgusted by it all and throwing her out was terrifying.

She checked the clock. It was still a few hours before they had to be in college, time to earn her keep.

She put on the french maid outfit, ridiculous as it was, and set about tidying the apartment as quietly as possible in order not to disturb Amanda. She would have to hoover later but by the time she hear stirring from the master bedroom she had basically tidied most of the living room, dining room and study.


She quickly darted into the kitchen. She had prepared breakfast earlier so didn't need much time to complete the task. There wasn't much in the kitchen it had to be said but she had found enough. Similar to yesterday's meal but it would have to do Smoked salmon scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and a cafetiere of top quality coffee. She loaded up a tray and knocked on the bedroom door.

Amanda called "Yeah, come in" immediately and Jenny smiled at her timing. Not too early to wake Amanda up but she'd managed to catch her before she was out of bed. She entered the room and was rewarded by a beaming smile from her landlady/best-friend. "Oh Kitten!" she gushed "...You are so good to me"

Jenny grinned "What else does my Mistress deserve?" she replied and sat the try down on Amanda's duvet.


Amanda patted the bed gesturing for Jenny to sit down. As Jenny complied she said "Scrambled eggs again...There was much in" with a note of apology "I think we need a shopping trip"

"Yeah, I eat out or get takeaway for too much...We can get food delivered from Waitrose or something" replied Amanda as she tucked into her eggs.

Jenny was used to being totally frugal and instantly protested "They charge a fortune, I don't mind going"

Amanda smiled at her friend's innocence "Okay Kitten, we can go together...it'll be fun to see how people react to your outfit...I have a great one in mind for today". Jenny's heart sank. She'd allowed herself to forget about that side of things for a moment. The supermarket would be another challenge for her to endure.

Amanda looked at her housemate perched primly on her bed dressed as a sexy french maid. It was so delightful to see this pretty shy, conservative girl being pushed towards submission and debauchery under the expert guidance of Amanda, her online alter-ego, and friends like Veronica LeVieux and Georgina.

Ever since they had been friends Amanda was sure Jenny was submissive, she thought back to the moment she'd discovered Jenny's secret twitter account and the secret's it held. One unguarded trip to the bathroom during lunch and an alert flashing up on Jenny's unlocked screen. Amanda had scanned the account quickly and was overjoyed by the fantasies Jenny was exploring. A few days later @KtheDomme began following @fashionslavex and before long the fun and games had began.

Every time "K" had set Jenny a task she had protested and bemoaned how terrible it was but she always complied. It was clear she revelled in submissive surrender and was more than amenable to flirting with females. Jogging without a bra was a particular favourite of Amanda's. Watching those gorgeous pert boobs bounce along and the nipples poke out in the cold was simple divine. What was more arousing was Jenny's self-consciousness and the twinkle in her eye showing she was enjoying being pushed out of her comfort zone.

Now the trap was closing around Jenny and she didn't even realise it. She looked again at her new pet, so adorable...she simply couldn't wait until Jenny was knelt in front of her clad only in the leather collar she had given her. The fantasy image she had presented to Jenny via "K" was Amanda's ultimate aim...it would be a reality, and soon.

They chatted amiably as Amanda ate "This is so good kitten" she gushed "Thank you so much"

Jenny looked down bashfully "It's nothing...Mistress...seriously, I am so grateful to you"

If Amanda did not have the tray on her lap she would have sprung across the bed and engulfed Jenny in a tight hug....Adorable.

As she finished her meal and savoured the coffee Amanda said "So did you get your diary over to Veronica?"

Jenny nodded "Yes, it was quite long actually, a lot to reflect on" she then launched into the story she had been practising all morning "...those library books will provide a lot of good background for the diary, I want to do this right cause it's so important"

Amanda almost giggled at how bad Jenny was at lying "They looked very...interesting it has to be said. There was one about spanking and punishment? I might have to read that in case you ever step out of line kitten" she smiled and Jenny blushed.

"I'll have to check Mistress...but don't worry I'll be good" replied Jenny

"Okay then" announced Amanda suddenly as she placed the tray aside and slipped out of bed "We'll have to get moving soon, time to get you dressed"

Jenny sighed exaggeratedly "I'll tidy up".

By the time the dishes were done Amanda was already dressed and in Jenny's room. She was rummaging through the clothing supposedly left by the room's previous occupant "What sort of girl wears these things? What was she thinking?" asked Amanda in mock incredulity. Inwardly she answered her own question "My little lesbian sex slave, that's who"

Jenny was not looking forward to this one bit but had no option "Well they certainly provoke a reaction...that's what Veronica wants" she sighed. She started taking off her maids outfit whilst Amanda tried not to make her furtive glances at her naked housemate too obvious.

Amanda started laying out things on the bed "Seriously kitten, when we are in Paris or Milan as part of Veronica's honour role program I am going to buy you the must stunning outfit we can find...I know it is you doing all the hard work for this".

Jenny smiled and looked at the outfit Amanda was assembling with resignation. It was just as bad as yesterday's. Today, it seemed, she would be wearing a powder blue halter-neck top that exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage and all of her tummy. It tied at the back via flimsy spaghetti straps behind her back and neck. To go with it she would be wearing a flimsy cotton skirt that seemed to have been altered and slit up the sides...to Jenny it looked like a slightly over-sized loincloth more than a skirt. It was marginally longer than yesterday's shorts. It would cover her buttocks but still ended on her upper thigh. Amanda added a paid of blue and white stripey knee-socks and fished out a pair of Converse trainers.

"Annnnd underwear?" enquired Jenny

Amanda held up a small blue thong "I am going to keep this in my bag but I want you to go commando, it will be interesting how constantly having to ensure you aren't exposed makes you feel psychologically"

Jenny bristled, this was too much, this was her life they were talking about. Experiment or not she couldn't wear that tiny skirt with no panties "No, Amanda, seriously. Too far.....I can't wear that without panties."

Amanda stood her ground "Kitten!" was all she said.

Jenny seemed to wilt "Amanda please...I could get arrested, people will think I am a whore"

Amanda stared Jenny down "Kitten...This IS going to happen. It has to happen....this is point of the experiment, the person dressed the most outrageously is actually best fashion student in the college. It is provocative...that's what Veronica wants."

There was a silence, Amanda broke it "And don't call me Amanda....Remember Amanda isn't doing this to you. Mistress is. We agreed....Amanda isn't a bitch to Jenny, she's her best friend" She paused for effect "...I need this".

The vulnerability broke the tension, Jenny sat down and began putting the knee socks on in silence "Yes Mistress..." she whispered. Amanda sat down on the bed next to her and hugged her gently. Jenny closed her eyes, she was never normally comfortable being naked but the hug was perfect. She realised she needed Amanda in all this. She needed to cling to her to stop her flying off into totally uncharted territory with no control. As she pulled up the second knee sock she added "...I'm sorry Amanda".