Another lesson is in order

Finishing was easy. I could have replaced her with a thick pillow and gotten off almost as fast. I definitely need to take some time to think about what I've learned about my sexuality today, but that can wait. I climb off her and play with her hair as I watch her finish too. From the outside it might look loving, but really I'm playing with my new weapon.

Over a few minutes, her bratty demeanour starts to return. Once enough of her returns, she hit critical mass and her eyes shoot open. She starts wiping her damp face and shuffling away from me in the bed, but as her hair starts to tighten between her movements and my stationary hand, she lets out a "nyaaagh" noise and starts to lose herself again.

I hold my hand still and watch her connect her movements to the feeling, and the feeling to what just happened.

"What ... the fuck ... was that." She looks up at me, terrified.

"I guess you're a bottom Hannah." I smile.

"I don't want to know what that means. Get your hand off my hair!" She tentatively tries to tug it from me, but I tighten my grip. "By the time I get downstairs, you will be so much more than fired."

"Well we can't let you get downstairs then, can we?"

"You damn well can. Let me go!"

She flinches as I run my other hand through her hair and pull it as I do. "Stop talking."

"Nyah, yes."

"And call me mistress."

"Fuck yo--." She shivers and struggles to speak as I tighten my grip again, "yes mistress."

I love watching her crumble like that. As I pull her hair, it's like she loses her strength and crumbles into a submissive plaything. It seems like, in that moment, I'm unlocking something that was already there - a purpose to obey. As I let go, it fades slowly until she's fully sobered back into her original form.

"Hannah, would you like to give me my clothes back or shall I make you? I look at my hand to draw attention to it."

She sighs and complies. It is so lovely to be back in flat sneakers and my comfortable gym wear again. I let go in order to stand up and appreciate my new clothes. As I run my hands down my sides, I watch her jump up and straighten her own clothes.

She's standing the other side of the bed, guarding her hair with her hands. Before I know it, she's running for the door and across the hall. She's fast, and I'm not sure which of us is most motivated to win this race.

As I get to the bottom of the stairs, I see her leaning on the doorframe catching her breath. "Daddy, Maria has to go."

"What do you mean darling?"

"She just--" Hannah only makes it two words into her sentence before I grab a chunk of her hair. Her voice gives way and her knees follow suit. While she's focused on standing and breathing I have to think fast.

"I have go ... and pick up the dry cleaning. I'm so sorry, I forgot." I walk past Hannah into the room, sustaining my grip, pulling her head back slightly. "And Hannah has volunteered to help! That's so lovely of you."

"Wow, Hannah I wouldn't have expected this from you! Very well!" He seemed pretty disinterested, but I'm glad he's not bothered about my dry cleaning mistake, and didn't notice any irregularity in Hannah's behaviour.

"Come, we should leave now," I, again, sound accidentally loving as I pull her gently by her hair back from the door frame. She complies without hesitation.

As we get further from the doorframe, I start to take less care and pull harder. By the end, I'm walking ahead of her, dragging her by the hair. She offers no resistance, evidently lost in the ecstasy of submitting, devoting her attention to keeping up with me. I push her into the car, and before she can come to, I run to the drivers' side and get in myself, grabbing her hair again.

Driving while holding her hair was easier than I expected. I kept my right hand on the drive selector, with a bunch of her hair and my left hand on the wheel. She was happy to go wherever her hair was pulled, so for most of the ride, she sat obediently, leaning her head toward the shifter.

We pull over, at a construction site a few hundred yards away from the dry cleaners. I put the car into park and turn it off, one-handed, and look down at Hannah, in her blissful ecstasy. I can't leave her here - she's too dangerous. She needs to come with me.

"Get out and wait for me," I order, as I let go of her hair.

"Mhm," she says, obediently, while following my instructions.

I got half way round the car before I realised that I'd misjudged how quickly her bratty nature would recharge. I start to rush round the car and reach out to grab her hair, but as I do, she gathers enough awareness to move away from me.

"No! Woah, no! Get away from me, pervert!"

Before I know it, she's the other side of the car again. She's wise to keep an obstacle between us, but I surmise that time is not on my side as she takes her phone out. I start to chase her around the car clockwise, but she moves the same distance the other way. I'm catching her up when I feel my sportswear start to flow around me again.

"Hannah, undo that, or you'll regret it!" I try to sound confident, but we can both see me losing ground to her as I have to deal with a tight skirt again. I had some hope as the skirt continued to recede up my legs, giving me more freedom, but as it did, I felt my ankles being lifted by the horrible shoes. She's clearly dragged the slider to the maximum end.

This outfit is worse than the one before - being basically the same outfit but with even less modesty.

This outfit didn't have the same sexy effect for me in the context of a public parking lot next to a construction site, hampering my efforts to catch someone hell-bent on ruining my life. I have no hope of keeping up with her as I hobble on the uneven ground in these impossible shoes.

I have to stop to steady myself, leaving me to watch as she gets away. She turns as she runs away to give me both middle fingers. As she turns back, though, she runs straight into one of the workers coming out from the site, almost knocking both of them over.

In a moment of awful fortune for Hannah, he catches her before she fell over, which involved having a hand in her hair.

"Careful!" He said.

"Mm yes sir," she replied, looking at him faithfully, no longer making any attempt to leave.

He looks over to see where she was running from, and sees me standing there. I am acutely aware of my indecency, but I think if I power through this with sheer bravado, I might be able to rescue this situation.

I walk over as fast as I could with the constraints of this uncomfortable outfit, without revealing how humiliating it was to have him look at me like this.

"I'm so sorry my friend inconvenienced you!"

"It's ... uh. Nothing?" This situation -- being accosted by a slutty French maid and a crazy young girl -- is evidently not one he'd prepared for when he woke this morning.

I catch them up and put my hand on the back of her head.

"Maybe there's something we can do to compensate you for your troubles."

"No, really, you just bumped into me. No troubl--"

I cut him off "show him your tits, Hannah."

"Wh" I tighten my grip on her hair. "Mm, yesss." She quivered slightly as her hands dropped to the bottom of her t-shirt and she lifted it, turning to face him.

"Yes, who?" I ask. With her top still raised and her body facing him, she turned her head to look at me.

"Yes mistress."

He looks around, possibly to look for hidden cameras.

I sense his discomfort, but I'm not done with this situation. "Is there somewhere private we can talk?"

Flustered, and probably not thinking super clearly, he points to the site office building. "In there. There's only a few of us working today."

"Lead the way."

And he does. Half way there, I realise that Hannah is still holding her top up as we walk. I tell her that she can relax, and she does. As we get to the door, he starts to fumble with the lock.

I have a brief window within which I can make a deal with Hannah. I use my grip in her hair to push her against the wall of the temporary building, facing me. I stand in front of her in a way that I'm hoping will come across as seductive to an onlooker. I look into her eyes, at almost the same height, thanks to the shoes. I brush some hair out of her face and move my mouth to her ear.

I know not to tell her to turn my outfit down, for fear of what the app might do to me in this situation, but I know I can coerce her. With my face next to hers, I whisper so only she can hear. "Hannah, darling." We're both breathing heavily. "I'm about to teach you a lesson in this room, and there's nothing you can do about it. But you have a choice of two scenarios - either you give me back my own clothes and I go easy on you, or you try to keep me in this outfit and I tell everyone on this site how your submissive trait works, and you have a very big problem on your hands."