First, what to wear?

Normally with the weather cooling down a bit getting ready to go out was easy. Loose fitting top, jeans, semi decent underwear and a bra that wasn't falling apart, a matching set if you were trying to get lucky.

However you realise you have two problems, firstly you weren't really sure what you were going to do besides dinner so you can't exactly dress for specificity and secondly cause you'd been hitting the gym so hard since the start of the year half your outfits didn't fit anymore.

You hang your head in sadness, you'd have to go shopping, and even more unfortunately at 6:00pm on a Monday evening you didn't even have time to get a new outfit. With a deep breath you give your old favourite pair of jeans a hard look, You briefly contemplate using soap to try to get them on but decide good old fashioned brute **** will do the job.

You pull your pants up doing the time honoured girl tradition of 'the jeans dance', the struggle really begins halfway up your thighs. You jump, pull and strain for what feels like 5 minutes before you manage to do the button up. You glance down and see the button holding your jeans under some serious strain, you slowly regulate your breathing trying not waste your five minutes of physical exertion by bursting the button.

You throw on a looser top not wanting to be strained on two fronts and check yourself out in the mirror.

“Damn girl.” You see your reflection and even though you don't trust yourself to take a full breath you do a a little twirl. You cant help but smile as you can actually see the results of your new exercise program taking effect. You still aren't exactly where you want to be but the improved numbers in the gym and now the fact that your favourite jeans are tight around the ass and not showing muffin top has you praising all the early morning starts for a change.

After sorting your outfit, you continue the process of getting ready, fixing your hair and finishing your make-up, all the standard girl stuff you feel like you should manage as you are going on a date after all. After getting through the rest of that ordeal you decide it's time and head upstairs.

*Knock Knock* “It's open, come in I'm just finishing up.” The voice behind the door rings out.

You enter and it looks just like how you remember it, except a whole lot messier. Seeing your smile she immediately defends herself. “Don't even start, I didn't know what to wear so I've kinda been struggling a bit. But oh well, where we going?”

You take a second as she turns around revealing a nice dress with a lot of cleavage. “Wow, you dress up like that for a date and next time we're not going anywhere.”

She bends forward and gives you a little shimmy “Ooo, you like? Also speak for yourself, those pants look like they were painted on.”

She walks towards you and rubs her hands over your butt. “The only problem is...how am I going to get them off?”

“You worry about yourself.” You extra emphasis you squeeze her ass and you watch her bite her bottom lip.

“…Fuck it dinner is not happening. You have 10 seconds to decide what you want to uber.” She see's the look in your eyes and she knows whats up.

“Umm, fuck my diet, I want a burger. Just get me a double cheeseburger and chips” Temptation is clearly going to get the best of both of you tonight so you just order burgers from the local shop.

“We have 35 minutes...” You wave the phone at her showing off the time.

You turn away for literally a second to put your phone down and you feel hands cupping your butt cheeks. “So you never answered, how are we going to get these off?”

You give her a quick peck on the lips before smiling and with a great deal of struggle undo the button.“Well, I've done my bit now its up to you.”

You place one hand on her head and gently push down, like a guy in a low budget porn movie. Predictably she scowls at you but does drop to her knees. “Oh yes mistress dominatrix, at once. Oh please don't punish me to being too slow.”

You feel her tug at your jeans as you undo the zipper, after a few quick tugs you feel the cool air on your ass. You also feel her give a few more gentle pulls as your jeans remain tight on your thighs.

“Meh they can stay there now I've got what I want.” You feel her hands squeeze your globes and then pull your cheeks apart.

“Oi don't leave me like, Ohhhhhh yes.” Your whinging is silenced as you feel her tongue on your pussy.

You bend over as you're **** to take off your own pants. Despite your earlier happiness you have nothing but frustration as you curse your thicc thighs. Agonisingly you slowly roll your pants down, struggling to concentrate Scarlett's enthusiastic tongue goes to town on your pussy.

You feel some success as your pants eventually roll over the middle of your thighs and you **** them completely onto the floor. “Alright now, Whoa,fuck!”

As you bend over completely you feel a firm push on your backside which sends you toppling forward. You catch yourself on your hands holding yourself up in a strange downward dog position.

“Much better, actually just bend your knees a touch. Just like that, mmmmhhhmmm perfect.” You feel scarlett's tongue redouble its efforts now its clear you've been moved into a the perfect position for her to really get to work.

It's not long before you start to squirm. “Oh shit, bitch have you been practicing?, you better not have been but at the same time, ohhhhhh.”

Your knees are starting to shake and you know you're nearly there. Sensing this Scarlett seems to go faster attacking your clit with her tongue.

“Fuuuuuuccccccckkkkk” You moan as your hands seem to lose strength and you drop down onto your forearms. “Okay, Okay let me breathe.”

“Nuh Uh you've dropped a little lower and now...” Her words cut off as you feel her lips on your asshole.

“Aww fuck, what is it with you and my ass?”

You have to concentrate just to get the words out as she fingers you while tonguing your ass and you feel yourself losing control a lot sooner than you'd expected.

You feel a pressure on the back of your head and you realise that from her now sitting position Scarlett is using her feet to pressure you into the floor like some common bitch.

“Get-Get your goddddd damn feet off m- Ohhh off meee. Fuuuucccckkkk yooouuuu.” You cum again and you cum hard, you feel her feet come off your head and you push yourself back around to see Scarlett's smiling face.

“Is miss dominatrix unhappy when she's not in control?” She chides, wiping your cum off her face.

You take a deep breath and try your best not to let your new angry dominatrix voice take over. “When I said like you I meant it, but that doesn't mean I won't sort you out if you start acting like a brat.”

You stand up and walk up to her doing your best to tower over her. “Strip now.”

“Ooo yes mistress.” Her mocking voice was beginning to get to you, it was time to do something about this bratty attitude.

You're pretty sure she knew exactly what was coming but after she pulled off her dress she bent down to strip off her panties and.... *SMACK* *SMACK* Two solid whacks to her ivory backside. Your handprint appeared almost instantly.

Despite the fact you know you hit her flush she grits her teeth and smiles. “ Ooo punish my ass.”

“Next time it's your titties.” She pouts at you for a second but then smiles as she sits back on a kitchen bench and spreads her legs.

You walk up to your spreading slut a give her a forceful kiss on the lips, tasting yourself in the process. While your mouth keeps her busy you grab a two handfuls of her big, soft tits and gently squeeze.

“Aww fuck, Issy don't tease me pleaseeee.” she moans into your mouth.

“At least your attitudes gone, but I don't think I'm done with you just yet,” You squeeze one of her tits while you shove two fingers deep into her cunt.

It sounds like she was trying to say something but all she gets out is a moan. You feel her pussy clench your fingers as you speed up.

“Tell me what you want slut and I might just let you have it.” You twist her nipple as you ask.

“Ahh ahhhhh fuck, I want you to make me cum, please Issy.” Her eyes look **** as she tries to hold your gaze.

“Fine” You fingers move like lightning plunging deep then curling as you drag them back over her G-spot every time.

“MMMMMM CUMMMMINGGGGG AHHHHHHH!” You watch as she tenses and her legs quiver, her pussy almost crushes your fingers as moans.

Scarlett sighs as she sits back on her kitchenette bench and suddenly you spot something that you think you can use to keep her on the edge and teach her her place at the same time. You reach past her into a bowl she seems to have recently taken out of the fridge and grab a nice thick carrot, It's not exactly massive but her eyes widen as she sees it.

“Fuck off you're not gonna- ugh, hang on... oh ffffuck . Please s-s-slow.” She quickly melts as you tease her pussy with the thick vegetable.

“I'll go at whatever pace I choose bitch. Cause if you think I'm just gonna let you put your feet on my head you've got another thing coming.” You slowly push the carrot into her, listening to the her cute little moans you work it deeper and deeper

“Mmm there you go, take the whole thing.” It was still a ways off being the bitchbreaker but Scarlett was taking it like a champ, moaning as you thrust in rather than complaining and asking you to slow down like she had in the past.

“Nnngggghhhhhh, ohhhhh” She continues on with unintelligible moans.

“That's it bitch cum for me again.”She twitches again as you drill the carrot in deep once more, her legs squeeze and her fingers turn white as she grips the bench.

“Issy please, I need a break. Our food will be here soon.”

“I notice when you're on the receiving end all that mockery is gone from your voice, how about that? Totally different from the girl who put her feet on my head and held me down earlier...” You keep teasing her pussy with the carrot just to prevent her from being able to relax.

She smiles back nervously “Ha Ha you gotta admit riling you up is kinda fun.”

“Oh really? You do know that riling me up comes with consequences.” She gives you a confused look.

You know you're likely to get in trouble but she started it so you do it anyway. With little warning you grab your carrot shove it straight in her mouth. Her facial expression is a combination of shock and horror as gags on the carrot despite it only being in a few inches.

Following she quickly gains control of herself and pushes you away. “Gah, Ack, Ppptt. You *cough* bitch!”

“Haha, you sure you don't want another taste?” You take a bite of it yourself for effect.

“You're lucky I'd cleaned and washed that earlier. Until 5 minutes ago I was going to eat it.” She grabs a flashing message on your phone. “Oh crap our order's about to arrive.”

“Any chance you can get this one for me it'll take me ages to get my pants back on.” You hold up your jeans for effect.

“Oh I absolutely would, but you just shoved a carrot covered with my own juice into my mouth so this ones on you.” She smiles at you making no attempt to move from her spot on the bench.

“Ugh fine be that way.” Instead of tying to put your clothes back on you have the genius idea of just wearing her dress.

Fortunately the dress is fairly loose fitting so it goes on over your head and due to being a little taller it doesn't show quite as much cleavage. But as you stand up you realise its way too short, being only an couple of centimetres below your ass.

“Woo hoo, personally I think I wear it better but I really like the 'easy access' style you've got going on there. Bet you wont get the order just like that.”