Well Sarah needs shoes, and you want to experiment more with this ability.

"You seemed to find my friends situation funny. I'm sure you know who I am Madeline right?"

The girl hesitates for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah. I guess I hoped to not run into you." She frowned. "So hurry up or whatever, I'm gonna be late for class."

Happy to oblige you reply by reaching up and yanking down the sides of her top, her sizable tits popping out of the tight material, small pink nipples perking in the cooler air.

Madeline rolls her eyes, but there was a flush creeping up her cheeks as she moved her hands to cover her chest. You stop her arms before they can with a shake of your head.

"No covering up now. Thats an order as clothing master." She harrumped and held her arms to stiffly to her sides, avoiding your gaze.

You grabbed her chest and began massaging the pillow soft flesh gently, getting rougher as the girl made no move to protest. Your dick was rock hard in your pants, and you wondered how far you could take this.

"And if I ordered you to suck my dick as clothing master, what would you do then?"

Madeline gaped at you, smacking your hands of her chest going scarlet with fury. "Ew you creep! I don't have to put up with this bullshit from some fucking freak like you." She spun on her heel to storm off, tits bouncing in the air in front of her.

You frown. I guess that answered that question at least. But you weren't done yet.

"Wait. Take off your shoes, you're not allowed to wear those anymore. And take off your underwear too."

Madeline turns back and glares at you, then angrily kicks off her heels and starts yanking everything she was wearing below her waist down and off, launching into a venomous tirade against you. You listen to her with amusement as she insults you colorfully, ranting about how just because hes the fucking clothing controller doesn't mean you get to treat her like some slut and so on and so on. You notice she only seems upset about the blowjob comment though, not the fact she was now standing in the middle of campus in only a top with her tits pulled out.

"There, I'm not wearing those stupid things anymore now fuck off. " She stoops to pull her denim shorts back up, but you were annoyed now and you grab her wrist preventing that, before leaning down and grabbing her panties, which were a disappointingly plain pair of cotton stripes.

Before she has time to do more than open her mouth again in protest, you stuff her panties into her mouth, and Madeline emits a startle squawk.

"One final few things. For the rest of the week, you're now only allowed to wear your panties when you go to sleep. The rest of the time, you have to keep them stuffed in your mouth. You can take them out to eat or if you think you're ****. Plus, for the rest of the day you can't wear your shorts higher than your ankles" She looks at you incredulously before slumping in resignation, nodding. "Plus you need to always keep these gals in full view, ok?" you added, giving her nipple a sharp tweak causing her to jolt.

You slap her ass just because you can as she shuffles awkwardly away as fast as she can, looking ridiculous with her arms held stiffly to her sides, her ass and tits bouncing with each tiny step, and the girl not even able to shoot back and angry retort at the catcallers. You hoped she didn't have too many stairs to traverse.

You finally lean over to pick up her discarded shoes, and head back to Sarah who had apparently managed to get the sticky notes to stay on for the moment, but was now looking at you with an annoyed expression.

"Did you seriously just ask some random girl for a blowjob? Jeez, has it really come to that for you?"