Almost...

Mary hurried to the door of her apartment building, eyes fixed on the ground. Her mind was telling her to keep going, to get home and figure this out. But her body was so hungry... "Mrs. Ancilla," the doorman gasped. "What are you wearing?"

She gaped at him for a moment. She passed this man every day on her way in and out of the building, and that he should see her like this brought a hot blush to her cheeks. His job was one of servitude, but that wasn't right... she was the servant.

She ran past him, clutching her head. Where were these thoughts coming from? She had never had a submissive thought before today, but now she couldn't seem to control herself. She looked back at the doorman as she waited for the elevator to arrive, in time to catch him jerk his gaze away. He had been watching her walk away, and the thought of his eyes on her swaying ass made her nipples throb even harder.

Out of nowhere, she raised her pinkie to her lips and sucked it slowly into her mouth. The doorman watched with wide eyes, and Mary couldn't deny the wetness running down her thighs when she saw the bulge in his pants. She mouthed the words ' call me' to him, and slid into the elevator that had just arrived.

As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, she was back to her old self. "What the fuck?" she screamed, slamming her gloved fist against the wall. "It's this damned costume" she said, tugging roughly at the ridiculously springy skirt. "Just wait till I get inside. It's straight in the trash with you."

Mary looked around sharply. She had heard something that sounded strangely like laughter.