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Chapter 8 by mike2891 mike2891

What is Sara's outfit for the next day?

Short plaid skirt, tight black sweater with a fabulous fur gilet!

Sara stood looking at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't recognize herself. She; hadn't worn a skirt in years, and even then it was never one that was so short and tight as to hug her every curve. It barely came to below her behind. Her tight black turtleneck was a world away from the loose fitting style she normally wore. It exaggerated the size of her breasts, not helped by the fact that the only brassieres she now owned were push-ups! The worst part had to be the soft white fur gilet she now donned. It was so not her, the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Yet there she was, still smiling at her reflection despite hating it on the inside.

Suddenly, she felt compelled to apply a full face of make up, as if she was preparing for a night out and not a day in school. She sat on her chair, it felt cold against her bare bottom as her skirt had ridden up. She had completely forgotten about not wearing panties! The trauma of wearing this outfit seemed to overshadow that issue, which was arguably more problematic. Applying lipstick, fake lashes and blush to her face, Sara tried to get her head around why this was happening, but every time she questioned it she felt her head begin ache. It was like she was not meant to understand.


Mike was sat at home still reeling from waking up in the middle of the night whilst receiving the best blow job he'd ever experienced, he'd totally forgotten about his secret home invader.
'Perhaps that should become Sara's job' he pondered to himself. He reached for the rulebook and reviewed the further rule he had written the night before:

New Rule: Sara will wear her best make-up every day, she now owns a wide range cosmetics for all occasions. She will settle for nothing less then feminine perfection.

He was so excited to see how the gorgeous girl would look, wearing the outfit he had chosen for her. Thinking back to the night before though, he couldn't help but recall how complicit she had been, how she was always so nonchalant and grateful for every decision Mike made, perhaps he would have to change that. Surely it would be much more fun if Sara was fully aware of what was happening to her but was unable to prevent it.

Opening the Rulebook, Mike put pencil to paper:

New Rule: Sara will only wear outfits selected for her by Mike. She is fully aware that this is the case, but can do nothing to disobey. She will not tell anybody else of this arrangement, and if questioned about her attire she must insist that she chose it herself. If Mike does not select her an outfit, she must select the most feminine one she has available.

New Rule: Sara will feel ashamed to wear such girly outfits, especially for not wearing any panties. However, she will be unapologetic about it and grow very defensive when questioned about her outfit or lack of underwear.

Mike closed the book, excited to see how Sara would react to him. The thought of Sara having to address others questioning her outfit and her defend her dress sense, despite hating it was immensely pleasing to Mike. The control he had over Sara caused him to grow hard, still sore from his midnight blowjob however, he decided that his erection should be left to subside - for now!


Once Sara had finish applying her bright pink lipstick, it felt as though she had an epiphany. She was now aware that she wasn't wearing her new outfit of her own volition. This was Mike's doing. She was furious, yet powerless. Again, staring into the mirror at her pink lipstick, false eyelashes exaggerated by a healthy dose of mascara and vibrant pink eye shadow, Sara could not recognize herself. She felt a deep shame, along with deep anger towards Mike. She could not wait to confront him!

How does the confrontation with Mike go?

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