Time for a new outfit

"Oh, that WAS delicious, ****," Cobrina taunted with a grin. Empathica's face flushed red in shame, and she began to sob softly. "Don't be such a weakling," Cobrina ordered in a harsher voice. "You know you liked that; I have merely revealed your true inner slut." As if to punctuate her declaration, she pulsed a wave of erotic submission at Empathica. The emotion was received and had the intended effect--the helpless heroine reached a hand up to capture the jism still dangling from her lower lip, then stuck it in her mouth and wantonly sucked on her own finger.

"Put on your clothes, bitch," the dominatrix ordered. "Pathetic as they are. In fact, I think our first stop will be to get you more appropriately attired." Cobrina grinned again, for she knew just the place and it was only a few blocks away. As she was walking, Empathica following a demure three steps behind, the bitch-goddess would send occasional flashes of fear at the girl, forcing her to remain subservient and cowed.

Empathica shivered as she saw Cobrina turn to enter X-Chic, a renowned shop for high-end fetish gear and overtly sexual designer clothing. She would never imagine shopping at such a place, thinking that only sluts and whores (high-priced ones, to be sure, to be able to afford the exorbitant prices) would wear their clothes. This uncertainty and haughty derision were read clearly by Cobrina, who fed on the emotions and knew they would fit perfectly into her plan of humiliation.

"Ahhh, it is wonderful to see you again, madame," gushed a porn-star looking nymphet decked out in a latex French maid's outfit. "Welcome! Wonderful to have you back with us!" shouted a blonde goddess in the back corner, wearing painted-on red leather pants and a top made only of leather straps that barely covered anything. Empathica was horrified, knowing she would soon advertise herself as a slut as surely as the sales-bimbos did. Cobrina beamed.

The evil woman smiled at the maid. "I need something in snakeskin for my friend here. We're going out tonight, and she needs to look her best!"

"It's always snakeskin with you, isn't it? We have some wonderful latex and PVC that just came in this morning, and..." Cobrina cut the eager girl off, "Snakeskin." Rebuked, but still eager to make a big commission, the girl complied. "Right this way, madame."

Empathica looked with disgust and shock at the items on display. Who wears this stuff? she asked herself, then realized that she would, soon. Leather bustiers (she happened to look at one price tag and dropped it as if hit by an electric shock when she saw it sold for $1995), skirts so short they might have been sold as belts in other shops, and shoes and boots as far as the eye could see. The store was organized by material, not by item type, so all the snakeskin items were together in the far corner near where the statueque blonde was dressing a mannequin up as a wet-dream dominatrix.

Cobrina started grabbing items off the racks, paying no heed to price tags. As Empathica touched one set of hot pants she was surprised to feel that it felt like real snakeskin--so real, in fact, that it almost felt alive. Other items were merely in snakeskin prints, and Cobrina took only a few of these. Once she had a large selection she proceeded to a nearby dressing room. The maid took all the clothes in, and Cobrina merely pointed with a sneer. Again she felt overjoyed at Empathica's desperation and fear.

Empathica tried on countless outfits for what seemed like hours. Each time the maid would help her dress, and Empathica swore that the girl's hands lingered too long on her breasts or stroked her thighs a little too sensually, but was afraid to say anything. Empathica would then parade out of the dressing room for her Mistress' approval. To her great relief, Cobrina rejected most of the looks. "Too much coverage", she would say, or "The heels aren't high enough to match the power of that cleavage." Some outfits passed the test, however, and Empathica shuddered when she saw the look on Cobrina's face for one of them. It was made completely of the real-feeling snake material, and actually covered up almost her entire body. Her fingernails and toenails showed through small holes at the tip of each finger and toe in the gloves and boots, and there were cutouts on the face for her eyes and mouth. Everything else was covered in skintight snakeskin, and even a false ponytail of cascading snakeskin braids tumbled from the back of her head. The material cradled her body and, though tight, seemed to compress her waist while accentuating her hips and breasts. Her nipples showed clearly through the material, and she cast her eyes downward when Cobrina expressed such great delight. "Yessss... She will wear this one out of the shop. I will take the others I indicated."

The salesgirl could hardly contain her glee. The commission on such a huge sale would itself be substantial. "Yes, madame. Shall I box them up for you?" "No, have them delivered to my residence as in the past. Put the charges on my account." The salesgirl's mood dampened considerably, for customers in this high-end shop did not get credit extended to them. She was about to say something snippy when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tall blonde desperately trying to get her attention. The beautiful nordic queen scrambled over. "Of course, we'll be happy to!" Apparently there were policies the maid didn't know about for a certain top-tier of the elite.

Empathica missed most of the exchange, for she had been lost looking at herself in a mirror. While still horrified at the thought of being seen in public like this, she had to admit a certain sensual appeal to the clothing. It felt great, and she stuck out a hip and admired the way her feminine curves looked. The boots had six-inch stiletto heels, far higher than any she'd ever worn before, but she had no difficulty strutting around in them. Lost in the moment, she winked at her reflection and slid her tongue sensually across her top row of teeth.

Cobrina was tempted to intervene in her new pet's daydream, breaking her will yet again by reminding her what a slut she was becoming. She chose instead to soak up the powerful feelings of pride and sexual satisfaction emanating from Empathica. Oh, tonight was indeed going to be a fun evening...