Something to command respect...

“I need something to set the tone that I am in charge,” Lauren gasped.

“What seems to be the mater?” the old woman asked with a smile.

“I am the RA, resident advisor, for a sorority house at the local college while I work on my masters,” Lauren said, “I am suppose to keep the girls in line and keep them from burning the place down… but they act like I am their maid.”

“I think I know just what you need,” the old woman smiled and turned, “Right this way…”

The old woman lead Lauren to an row of costumes with different labels like “Warden”, “Head Mistress”, “Asylum Director,” and so on. Each package showed a pretty woman standing confident and in charge. And Lauren also noticed that each one has fetish elements to them, the Asylum Director was a cross between a PVC nurse and some sort of dominatrix CEO with the shiny corset, miniskirt, thigh boots, glasses, tie and long white coat.

“Yeah, these would be great if I could work up the attitude to back up the image they present,” Lauren muttered.

“Don’t worry about that dear,” the old woman said, “I am sure once you pick the right one, you will whip those girls into shape.”