Tuesday 10 January 2017

Lost in Fashion - Part 13.1

Jenny pulled the hem of her skirt down as Amanda's BMW overtook a bus. This outfit made her feel naked. The amount of cleavage, tummy and thigh it showed off made her wince. At least the X5 was higher up that the average car, just buses, vans and lorries to worry about. She had already had a wink and a blown kiss from her fellow road users, since then she'd been slumped in her seat with one hand gripping the bottom of the skirt and the other folded across her chest. She could feel her breath coming raggedly, she was trying to tell herself it was fear but she knew she was lying to herself...she was turned on by this. By the humiliation and embarrassment, by publicly putting herself on show, by obeying Amanda without question, by the lack of control.

Amanda was loving every minute of it. The amount of pleasure she was getting from her pet's public humiliation was actually taking her by surprise. Seeing Jenny blush and squirm was making her wet with excitement. She wanted to push her further and further but had to reign in her more sadistic tendencies at least until she was confident Jenny was truly broken and obedient.

Three things were becoming clear to Amanda. Firstly she was domineering, demanding bitch with a need to control and take ownership of those around her. It was like a light had flashed on in her head. She always suspected she had these tendencies but the past days had confirmed it.

Secondly Jenny was a submissive who craved control and was genuinely turned on by surrendering.

Thirdly Amanda realised she was utterly in love with her friend and housemate.

This was only going to end one way she thought.

They sped towards college and this time Jenny opted to stay in the car until Amanda parked. This meant a longer walk but also meant that she would not be alone. The humiliation she'd felt in the lobby and the lift was fresh in her memory. Safety in numbers was the priority for her. Even so the walk from the car park was torment. Amanda spoke constantly about normal, run of the mill things, presumably to try and take Jenny's mind off her outfit but it was impossible. It felt like every set of eyes was on her. She received a wolf whistle from a builder and, she was fairly certain, a look of disgust and shake of the head from an old lady. The whole experience was mortifying. The breeze wafted the flimsy material of her skirt and caressed her bare pussy. She realised with horror her arousal was causing her pussy to glisten. She wondered if there was a wet patch in the material where she'd been sitting. It was all too much, she felt faint at the thought.

Amanda was loving Jenny's obvious discomfort and her chatter was design to ground Jenny and stop her blanking out the world. She wanted the reality of her situation to be fully realised. This is your life now my little kitten, she thought, get used to it cause it is only going to get worse for you...and you won't be getting out of it any time soon.

As they walked Amanda had to restrain the urge to reach out and grab Jenny's hand. She wanted her so bad...the outfit she was wearing was perfect. Her back was almost completely exposed whilst the material at the front seemed, if anything, to draw the eye more than if she was wearing a bikini top. Her cute boobs jiggled as she walked despite the arms crossed protectively in front of her and the skirt fluttered in the breeze exposing her thighs deliciously.

They arrived at the college and Jenny strode purposefully towards the lecture hall ignoring all the stares from virtually every student she passed. Amanda trailed in her wake revelling in the scene.

They entered the lecture theatre and made their way to their normal position at the far side of the hall. Jenny was considering taking to seat nearest the door but this occupied by Catherine and her circle of friends. A couple of them giggled when they saw Jenny in her skimpy outfit but Jenny and Amanda tried to ignore them and walk straight passed. Catherine, however, was not going to let the opportunity pass. "No...Not beauty & the Beast" she announced as if continuing a conversation "ha...Yes...I got it Lady and the Tramp" a flurry of chuckling rippled through their ranks. Amanda turned on her heels to glare at Catherine. The mutual loathing crackled between them. Jenny gently slipped her hand onto Amanda's arm to pull her away from the confrontation.

Catherine continued "hey Amanda I hear you have little Jenny working as hired help now" she announced triumphantly "Life is so hard isn't it" she said with mock despair.

Caught in the open at the front of the lecture hall the two felt all eyes on them. How did Catherine know? They had only told a few people.

Amanda took a step towards her tormentor "Who lives in my apartment with me is none of your business you little bitch"

The hall was totally silent now as everyone watch how this would play out.

Catherine feigned a look of confusion "What? You live together?" she looked around at her friend pretending confused "...we were just talking about you paying her to keep your grades up".

This time most of the hall chuckled or looked away. Amanda was livid now, partially because there was a grain of truth in Catherine's jibe. It was well known that Jenny was one of the most of talented students in the class and it was noted that Amanda's best grades came on the projects where the two of them collaborated. It wasn't that Jenny was carrying Amanda, it was more that Amanda liked focus, organisation and drive. Jenny always seemed to bring out the best in her and help her realise her ideas.

Amanda started to walk towards Catherine but Jenny pulled her back by the arm. The atmosphere simmered but Amanda relented and the two skulked away to their usual corner.

Amanda hissed "I am going fucking smack that bitch if she open her mouth again".

Jenny reached for Amanda's hand and whispered "Just imagine her face when she hears it is us on the honour roll programme and not her"

Amanda looked at her friend. She just wanted to hug her right there and then but settled for stroking her back "You are right...still, she's got it coming...sooner or later....". She let the sentence hang.

The lecture was fairly dull and it was followed by some work on the faculty sewing machines. This was always the highlight of Jenny's week. She had always used a sewing machine at home, learning from a very early age but most of the girls on the course were new and untrained. It was quite amusing to see girls with pretentions of getting leading jobs in fashion struggling at basic tailoring skills.

Consequently she spent only forty minutes of the two hour session in the sewing room and completed her work for the week. She tapped Amanda on the shoulder "I am going to the library". Amanda, struggling with a pattern for one of her projects, nodded "I'll follow you up then".

The corridor was deserted at this time meaning Jenny could get to the lift without anyone seeing her, the lift was thankfully empty and so she could sneak into the library without anyone seeing her outfit.

Safely in the discreet desks at the back of the library she took out her phone and checked her twitter alter-ego. She figured it was approaching day time in the United States and that an American would be awake by now. Little did she suspect that her twitter Domme was sitting two floors down at a sewing machine in the room she had just left

@KtheDomme Good morning Goddess, I completed my task...it was pretty intense

Back in the sewing room Amanda saw the twitter alert on her phone and paused to read it. Perfect she thought and replied @fashionslavex oh dear, I instructed you to only refer to yourself with a lower case i. That earns you a forfeit. I will think of one for you.

@KtheDomme ohhhh i am sorry Goddess. This is tough

@fashionslavex I never said it would be easy...I promised it would be fun. It is fun isn't it, I bet you enjoyed thinking of your Mistress as you orgasmed didn't you kitten?

@KtheDomme it was so intense. i could barely look at her this morning. This whole situation has got me totally wired.

@fashionslavex well kitten you'll just have to get used to it. I am going to send you some pictures & from now on you are to keep these images in mind when speaking to you Mistress

Over the next hour Amanda sent message after message to Jenny. Each one featured a different image of lesbian domination and submission. She interrogated Jenny asking her how she would feel kneeling in front of her Mistress, how she would enjoy it, which of the images she craved.









By the end of it Jenny was breathing heavily. "K" signed off with one final tweet

@fashionslavex remember your task new kitten, every time you look at your Mistress I want these images in your mind. Now I have to go. Speak to you later.

Jenny smiled to herself. K always knew how to challenge her. She would have to be careful with this fetishising of her relationship with Amanda. It was already heading towards incredibly exciting new areas but she had been busted spectacularly twice yesterday. She could do this one discreetly she thought.

She busied herself with some of the studying she should have been doing over the past 60 minutes and so jumped when she heard a Amanda's voice behind her "Hey Jenny, thought I'd find you there".

She turned round smiling but her jaw dropped as she saw Amanda there.......with Georgina.