A boutique

She checks her phone for a moment. "The place we are going is a little boutique downtown. They specialize in tailoring custom clothes and I am sure they will whip up just what I have in store for you."

For a while I follow her directions through the unfamiliar town. My own knowledge is insufficient, considering I only recently moved in and with her 'help' I hardly had time to explore. As we pull up to the boutique, Chloe hops out of the car, seeming almost embarrassed to be seen in such a vehicle. She quickly smooths her skirt and adjusts her blazer, waiting for me on the sidewalk. "Welcome to one of my favourite shops, Lizzie. They made clothes for people I take interests in, in the past. They are always so eager to please. But that is the life of someone important..." she says with mock exhaustion in her voice.

She leads me in. A petite woman with a sharp bob and cat-eye glasses looks up from her desk. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of Chloe, a look of recognition and trepidation flashing across her face before she plasters on a professional smile. "Miss Chloe! What a delight to see you. And who is this?"

I prepare to introduce myself before Chloe cuts me off. "This is Lizzie. My new...playmate. We need a custom uniform made for her. A fitting room, if you please. And I will need your most experienced seamstress."

I sigh as I follow her into the fitting room, closing the door behind us. Of course the "measurement" earlier was just an excuse to get handsy with me. Obviously a professional will want to take their own measurements. "Go on, Lizzie. Strip down. Let's get you measured properly."
Once again I am basically naked in front of my student, though this time I kept my underwear on and thankfully Chloe didn't deem it of note. "While we are waiting bend over," she commands.

I do so, showing off my reddened butt. "My, my Lizzie. What have you been up to? Or well... should I say, what have I done to you?" she reaches out trailing a finger over my sensitive flesh. "Tell me... does it still hurt?"

"It does," I admit, "but less so than before. The lotion did really help."

Chloe chuckles, her finger tracing patterns on my skin. "Well I am glad to hear that. Though I must admit, seeing you marked by my hand...it's quite satisfying." She steps back, eyes roving my form. "Now stand back up, the seamstress will be here any second."

Almost as if on cue, the door starts to open and I quickly spin around to face it. The seamstress slips in. "Excuse me Miss Chloe, I have been called for a measuring?"

Chloe looks at the girl, imperious look on her face. "Perfect timing. Get your tape measure and get to it." she nods to me. The seamstress works fast and efficient quickly noting down each number. When I am **** to turn my butt to her, she blushes slightly, clearly realizing what happened to my backside. It makes me just as embarrassed to know that she knows. Once the girl is done, she quickly nods to Chloe and beats her retreat.

To my great relief, Chloe lets me get dressed without obstructions. We sit down on the bench in the room and she pulls out her laptop. "I think its time to talk about the details. If you are a good girl I will even let you have an input on which school uniform you get."

I bolt upright. "Schoolgirl uniform!? What are you saying? I am a teacher not..." her cold angry gaze makes me pause in my tracks.

"You will calm yourself and sit back down or there will be hell to pay Lizzie..." My protests quickly die down and I drop back onto the bench, wincing slightly in pain. "You deserved that," Chloe notes. "Anyways let me get this straight. You are mine now. And since you are mine, I intend to mold you into the perfect plaything, regardless of societal expectations or your morals. This is the last time I tolerate an outburst like this."

"But a uniform? I will look ridiculous. Who will take me seriously?" I protest in a much more measured tone.

"You will look exactly as I want you to. You are hardly a teacher and need to came to terms with that. Now are you quite done or should I pick the outfit alone?"
Realizing her patience is reaching its limit I stop protesting. At least she lets me decide. "That is a good girl," she nods. She opens a document where several sketches are shown. She opens a particularly skimpy one, a wicked grin on her face. "What do you think of this one Lizzie? It's perfect...for showing off your assets that is." The design features a very short pleated skirt and a crop top that would barely cover the most important bits.

"Would the school even allow that?"

Chloe waves her hand dismissively. "Details, details. You keep forgetting the two rules of this school."

"Two rules?" I ask. I haven't heard about this.

"Rule one: I am this school. Rule two: If you fuck with me you pay. But that is besides the point. I am sure that you would look so stunning in this nobody would even dare to complain."

"More likely, they wont dare to complain in fear of your wrath," I jest, "but anyways. That wouldn't fit me at all. It's not who I am in the slightest. What about this one?" I point to a different design. A relatively normal looking uniform, resembling her own if less flashy.

Chloe's nose wrinkles in distaste as she looks at the uniform I suggest. "You want to wear something so boring Lizzie? I thought you said you wouldn't want to look like the students...?"

"I mean at least its normal. The other one is plain embarrassing."

Chloe laughs, a tinkling sound that echoes through the boutique. "Oh Lizzie, you are so naive. This isn't meant to be normal. This is a custom peace designed to highlight your...unique position in the school." She leans in whispering in my ear: "Think about it. You will be a teacher wearing basically the same uniform as your students."

"That does sound humiliating," I admit realizing the trap. Once again the girl deftly got me exactly to where she wanted me. She grins wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Exactly Lizzie. Humiliation is a big part of the fun. Unfortunately for you, I said I would let you pick if you are a good girl. But I think you have only been good enough to make me consider your opinion...once. So you made your pick," she grins at me. "Now lets go order it."
She leads me out of the fitting room and towards the counter. "We have made our choice. It will be option number three as expected."

"Very well Miss Chloe. We will get started on it immediately. We will deliver it directly, next Monday," the woman says as she begins to calculate the price.

"I assume I am to pay for this?" I ask glad that I can postpone this fate for a whole week. It feels like the shoe has yet to drop for some reason.

"Of course you are paying Lizzie. I didn't become the School Queen by letting others freeload off me," she says in a scolding tone. I sigh and pay the expense though I need to focus so my knees don't buckle when I hear the price.