#lesbian domme

I texted Lila around 4:00. “Changed mind. Pick me up at 6. Bring me coffee. Look hot.” This was a better test. She’d have to change and grab my coffee, it wasn’t just a mindless trip to the mall she could make automatically. She’d have to think about her submission and anticipate the whole way. I threw on a cute but comfy skirt and flats. Nothing outrageous, but I knew my chubby but curvy frame looked adorable. Wasn’t sure why I was trying so hard. If it worked still, it didn’t matter. If it didn’t…well, it was a sinking ship anyway. I had a small vial of my mind control potion in my purse. After speaking with my patron of this experiment, we decided it was better I reinforce a few days in a row, and then once a week indefinitely.

“K, here. Want me come to door?” my text lit up as I threw on some diva-red lipstick. I didn’t even bother responding just threw my phone in my bag and walked out. As I slid into her seat, I could see she’d changed into a black cocktail dress…for a Thursday night trip to the mall. I felt smug and secure as she looked at me adoringly.

“You missed me.” I commanded. “You always miss me when I’m not using you. But you respect me too much to bother me.” Wow, took me all of five seconds to get into character this time.

“I missed you.” She agreed. “Thank you for letting me get you early.” I just smirked and turned on the radio. I reached for my coffee and realized there were two.

“Lila.” I said softly. “I don’t know which one is mine.”

“Oh! Sorry…yours is black, like you like it. It’s in the cupholder closest to you.”

“Okay.” I said calmy but firmly. “I think to avoid confusion in the future, if I ask for something, whether it’s food or drink or anything else, just get me one. Okay? When you’re running an errand for me, you should be thinking of me.”

Her eyes welled but her voice was calm, if apologetic. “Of course, you’re right. So smart. I promise.” A pause, and then “Do you want me throw it out?”

“No, don’t waste things, even if you fuck them up” I responded more firmly. “In the future, I will just confiscate this. Today is our first date, so I’ll allow this to you.” She grinned huge, as if I’d done some huge favor. At the red light I had her look in her purse to hand me her phone. While she wasn’t looking, I dropped the liquid from my purse into her cup. At least she made that easy for me. I really didn’t have a plan for her phone, but I took it and deleted the girls she’s fucked or wanted too. When I told her about it, she looked upset, so I patted her knee kindly. “It’s the best thing for us if you see only me. I will still date around, but you’re going to be so busy with me, that I don’t want you talking to other girls.”

She nodded agreeably but looked unsure. I told her to hurry and drink her coffee before it got cold. She didn’t question the command and gulped it down. When we got to the mall, I sat in the car serenely until she understood and opened my door for me. I handed her my purse. She had her own, but I didn’t care. She needed to learn what servitude was about, so she was going to carry my bag and fetch what I needed out of it. Lila is a quick learner, and all I had to do was look at her and the mall entrance door for her to understand to open it for me. Once we were in side where it was a little warmer, I had her stand in front of me so I could see her outfit. She’d worn heels, the black cocktail dress, hair down. Good, but I could probably get better out of her.

“Lila, from now on, when we’re hanging out, skirts only, push-up bras and thongs only, and your skirts need to be really short.” She bit her lip but I continued on. “We can buy some shorter skirts and higher heels tonight, okay?” She looked relieved, so I shrugged it off. It wasn’t doubt in our agreement, it was insecurity in having the right stuff. We were right in Macy’s, so I suggested we buy me some stuff from the plus-sized section. I got some sweet stuff, didn’t bother trying it on, just tossed it to my new beast of burden to carry. I decided nothing in Macy’s was quite what I was looking for for her, so she checked out, carrying the bag and both our purses as I hurried ahead, forcing her to shuffle in her heels to follow me. We were right outside a Fredrick’s of Hollywood, so I snapped and pointed to it, and could here her following me in.

“Oh, do you want to set your bags down, miss?” I heard a salesgirl asking. I whirled around.

“She’s fine. Come on, Lila.” Lila hurried to obey, and I took her to the push up bras. I got her some lacy, some super low cut, nothing too “cute” or distracting. Just slutty-sexy. I grabbed some thongs and we shared a dressing room. I sat on the bench and folded me arms. “Undress like a stripper.” The demand surprised even me.

“I, uh…I…”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, just try.” She slowly peeled her cocktail dress off, sadly sashaying as she did. I scoffed. She looked up guiltily. “It’s fine.” I assured her. “You can watch a strippercise video or something in your free time this week.” She nodded and smiled weekly. She then started turning pink. “Lila. Come here.” I pointed at the floor. She took the hint and kneeled without question. “You want to show me your body, Lila.” I whispered. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re a cute girl. You can firm up in some places, but we’ll put you on a workout regimen. For now, just never be embarrassed to be naked in front of me, okay?”

“Yes, okay.” She whispered, slightly more confident.

“Besides, I want to see your body, and don’t you want me to be happy?" She nodded vigorously at that. "Okay. Up, keep going.” She proudly and slightly more sexily got off her current bra and underwear. She stood waiting for instructions. I had her stand tall and spin around, pausing at each stage–front, profile, back, other profile. I still wanted her to know who was in charge, so I pointed out flaws and parts I liked less. Her thighs were too thin, her boobs would be perkier if she did some chest exercises, etc. After my pep talk she took it much better, agreeing almost like a fembot to my wishes with no hint of apology. Interesting. I finally had her try stuff on. My own personal fashion show. Afterwards, when she redressed, I told her to ditch her current bra and panties. She looked scared, but didn’t say anything and agreed. I saw same further panic in her eye when I pulled the front of her dress a little lower and the bottom a little higher. “I think this is more the look I’m after for you.” I said, spinning her around. I’d tousled her hair some too, and given her some of my red lipstick to wear. She looked like an “after” image of a sexy librarian, and I was actually starting to be into her. Her body was kind of sexy, and I had to admit molding a woman HAS always been a fantasy of mine. I kissed her neck and shoulders while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She practically melted under the attention, and I realized her subservience worked even better when she was happy. Part of me still wanted to keep her ashamed and humiliated…but for now I was happy she was feeling comfortable and trusting me. “You really look beautiful like this.” I said, as she beamed.

“You always do” she whispered. I smiled, rubbing her ass under her dress. She was practically purring. Just when she turned to kiss me, I pulled away. Had to keep my poker face at least for the afternoon.

“Okay, let me pick out what I liked.” I said, rooting through the lingerie and few other scattered items–things that were technically not lingerie, but only barely. After making my selections, she went to the check out. She had another bag to carry, and the cashier was smirking at her disheveled and my knowing appearance, but all Lila did was grin and grin at having pleased her master, at least for now. Across from Fredrick’s was a shoe store, which I decided was a great next stop. We could both get some things there–still on her dime, of course. This time I allowed her to put the bags behind the counter, since she was going to be busy in here. I immediately took a place on a courtesy bench. “Bring me a catalog and two different colored pens.” I commanded. When she did, I had her stand beside me while I thumbed through, marking certain pages with pairs I liked for each of us. “Okay,” I finally said, placing my hand on the back of her thigh. “Bring ME a Size 8 of the ones marked in red. Find yourself the ones marked in blue in your size. Bring as many as you can carry back to me.”

“Oh.” She said sadly. “You don’t want to come with me.”

“No, Lila.” I said somewhat patronizingly. “I want YOU to bring them to me. I was pretty clear.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry!” She blurted out. I noticed some guys eyeing her, making it even more uncomfortable for her, but I could also see she liked the humiliation.

“Lila,” I started, gripping her thigh tighter so she knew I was serious, “You have an opportunity to make it up to me. Find these shoes, quickly. Bring them back here. No matter where they are, top shelf, low shelf–get them without help, okay? Then I’ll know you’re listening.” I snapped my fingers and shooed her away, checking my phone. My scientist friend wanted to know how it was going, but I’d wait to answer on the off chance Lila would come up behind me. I did text my best friend, Danny so he’d know why I was MIA.

“Weird 24 hours. At mall with Lila. She’s in love with me. Didn’t want to text story, but didn’t want you to wonder where I was.”

“Yeah” was the response. “Talked with Callie. Made same deal. Can’t find guy. Help?”

“Lol.” I said. “Sure. We’ll go out soon. Brunch 2morrow?” He agreed. I was mindlessly internet searching “fun games for your submissive” when Lila came back, tripping in her heels carrying about seven big shoeboxes. I laughed, and let her sit them on the floor beside me.

“Okay. Separate them out. Let me see yours on you first.” First she tried on a pair of basic Mary Janes but with stilleto heels. They made her ass look great, so we put them in the keep pile. Then she tried on some gladiator sandals but also on stilettos–but I hated her toes, so we tossed them. She then tried on a pair of brown heeled boots–knee high, four inch heels. Not stilletos. I’m a sadist, but I wasn’t trying to kill my new toy. I didn’t love them but they were sexy enough and she clearly hated them, so we added them to the keep pile. Finally I made her try on a hot pink pair of very high pumps, and I could tell she hated them, so I put them in the keep pile for a special occasion. They looked like stripper shoes. So hot to put on a paralegal. “Go put the reject pair back.” She did quickly, and scuffled back. “Okay, Lila, I want you kneel in front of me.” I waited for her to obey and look up at me. “Okay, I want you to ignore everyone else in here, and just pay attention to me, okay?” When she nodded, I had her take my current shoes off, and give me a brief massage of each foot as she did. I informed her this would be our ritual anytime she removed my shoes. She told me she loved having a ritual that was ours, so I patted her on the head. How endearing. Then I had her take each pair and put them on my feet. “Now, items for me are chosen based on my comfort in them, and how much I like them. Yours are based on how hot you look, okay?” She agreed with no hint of embarassment, then I realized she was totally ignoring everyone else in the room. Good. I had to walk in each pair to make sure they were good, then got all three for myself. A pair of nice black flats with some glitter accents, some dominant-looking rock star boots with platforms and comfort insoles for special occasions, and a new pair of sneakers. I had her go check out, but first I wanted to do something…slightly cruel.

We were certainly attracting attention–attention I’d told her to ignore for the productivity of this shopping moment. Now, I had her check back in, and realize everyone was looking at her wait on me. Everyone knew who she was. I watched carefully as she looked around, feeling humiliated at first, then angry, then she looked back at me and…smiled. I was still a calm place for her, even though I was the one doing this. Very interesting.

After she bought my purchases, she now had three big bags and two purses to carry. I made her put my phone in my purse just to see her wiggle and juggle. I had her follow me to a Spencer’s gifts, where they predictably didn’t even offer to store her bags. I shrugged, and took my time. I made her get a basket, where I put a tacky extra small wife-beater that said “Yes, Mistress.” I’m a nerd, and she definitely is not, so I grabbed some extra small Batman and Avengers tube tops. “With your glasses, you’ll be such a submissive geek slave.” I murmured. She smiled thinly. I was changing her world so much. I decided to grab myself some things while she collected herself. New rainbow wallet, Beatles t-shirt, some earrings. I threw some tacky, slutty lingerie in for her and some comfy Wonder Woman stuff in for me. I threw a vibrating tongue ring in the basket for her to use on me, as well as a vibrating finger ring.

I pulled her into the dressing room. “I’m being generous, giving you a warning.” She said. “I’m about to make you buy some anal plugs, some punishment tools, etc. I’m letting you know so you don’t freak out.” She swallowed hard. I could see her conservatism fighting with her need to please me.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “I’ll be okay. Thank you.” Then she made a sudden move to kiss me, but I pulled away.

“Uh-uh.” I said. “I call the shots.”

“Yes, K.”

“And about that, the calling me my name…from now on, in public, you are to referring to me as names that show I’m above you, but can easily be mistaken as a joke. For example, to are to say things like ‘Anything for you, princess’ in an adoring voice, or 'Yes, ma'am’ if I’m being openly bossy. Does that make sense.?”

“Yes…it’s just.” I looked at her expectantly. “I just..I mean…” She bit her lip. I sighed and tapped my foot impatiently. “I’m sorry! I just…what if I can’t think of anything? I’m not smart like you.”

“Oh, Lila.” I said, smiling softly, actually endeared. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her on the forehead. I repeated the command, but more firmly, more like a command and less like suggestion. She smiled and looked fine with it. I continued by telling her I’d call her whatever I felt like–Lila, peasant, wench, bitch, toy. She looked nervous, as with any new command, but I told her to trust me. I knew how to be appropriate to the situation. She took “trust me” as a command, which the mind control potion made sure meant she felt confident in obeying.

Upon leaving the dressing room, try to my word, I got some anal plugs, a remote control vibrator, and of course some nipple clamps and fun toys for punishment. I finally let her go check out after tossing a bikini a size too small with lipstick prints all over it in her cart for a lake trip I wanted to go on soon. As she chatted with the cashier, I got a small, wicked idea. I actually saddled up beside her, putting my arm around her small waist.

“You know how it is.” She was saying, smiling like a fool at the new attention. “Anything for my girlfriend”

I snickered, and said to the cashier “I’m not even her girlfriend. Not a bad gig.” Then I laughed and smacked a dumbstruck Lila playfully on the ass. “Thanks for the presents though.”

“Your welcome,” she uttered demurely, taking the latest bag from a very amused cashier. I winked at her as we left, steering Lila via my hand on her ass.

“What did we learn?” I whispered.

“That I shouldn’t call you my girlfriend.” she replied, more distraught than I’d seen her in awhile.

“No.” I corrected. “We learned you are my toy, something I use to amuse myself. You can call me your girlfriend if you want…I just wanted to embarrass you.”

“Oh!” she said relieved. Then still sadness, then confusion. “Am I your girlfriend?”

“In public, that’s fine. In private, you know you’re nothing more than a servant, but you’re happy with that.” I said firmly. “You like serving me, you like making me happy, and you like knowing you don’t have to worry about dating–only pleasing me.”

“Yes, princess” she said smiling. “I like making you happy. I don’t want to spend my time doing anything else.”

“Good girl” I said, patting her butt like a puppy. Then I had another wicked idea. “Hey, how about everytime I pet or pat you, you wag your ass like a dog wags it’s tail?”

“Okay!” she agreed, shaking her ass to demonstrate.

“Atta girl.” I pat, she wiggles, we giggle. She gazes at me adoringly, and I still feel angry and unashamed. “Okay, one more stop.” I stepped into the Halloween store, and she looked confused–but that look faded when I stalled beside the french maid costumes. I selected a skintight one, a very short, very low-cut but puffy one, and a more traditional short skirt and apron. I also spotted a “wench” peasant costume that left little to the imagination, a slutty cat, a slutty bunny, and a few other things. Admittedly, I went a little overboard. Whatever, it’s not like I was paying for it. We checked out and this final big bag really weighed her down.

“Sweetheart” she said pleadingly. “Can you help me? Just one bag?” She knew the answer before she even asked.

“No.” I firmly said. “In fact, I’m also tired. Bossing you around is hard. So I’m going to wait on the bench by the entrance until you pull the car up. However, I will watch one bag as I sit on the bench, and you can get it when you go to open the door for me.”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, mistress!” I could tell she wanted to hug or kiss me, but my cold gaze and the tons of bags in her arms killed that dream. Once outside, I waited on a bench with the smallest of the bags and my own purse, and stretched out leisurely while my slave brought the car up. Like a trained driver, she pulled up close without blocking the entrance, came to get the bags, and then opened the door for me, waiting until I was in comfortably to close the door. Once she sat back down, I pulled her tit out of her dress roughly, manhandling it as I made out with her fiercely. There was so much love and tenderness in her kiss–she was practically a puddle. I pulled away just as suddenly. She grinned goofily.

“Oh, Mistress.” she breathed. Huh. I didn’t even tell her to call me that in private yet. “You’re…perfect.”

I laughed. “Okay, Shakespeare. Take me to dinner. Feel free to talk about how perfect I am on the way. Somewhere nice and romantic, but you can choose.”

“Oh, wow, thank you, Mistress!”

“Yeah, yeah.” I cranked the music up, stretched out my legs, and rested my eyes while Lila drove me.