Aftermath of the Light: Mistress MILF

Marion was proud her initial test had worked, it took almost 20 minutes to get back to the exit from the office, and 12 minutes after being exposed to the light all the college girls snapped out of their trance. She knew this because she heard 6 different sets of voices going off at around the same time sounding surprised they were in their undergarments and confused why they were holding the outfits the sorority told them to wear during the whole event. Marion made mental note of how long the effects lasted as she turned the light out and set it aside. Now, what to do next? Plausible story explanation, for her and her test subjects.

She supposed she would have to get herself a sex shop, it fit her whole dominatrix theme, and she could use that as a front. But she was an Engineering major, with a minor in Computer Sciences, so she really didn't know much in business, even though she had taken the time to get familiar with family, divorce, and property laws over the course of her former marriage. A pre-established business would be cheaper, but a custom-built complex would better suit her needs. Besides, this lair was only claimed until she could better acquire something a bit more customizable. Regardless, it was going to take quite a bit of her personal resources. She would have to stash her persona outfit somewhere and return to appearing her ordinary self during that time.

As far as the rest of the world knew, Marion had locked herself in seclusion so tightly that not even her children could get in. Granted, the only one of her kids she wanted to visit had yet to even pop up in the same neighborhood of the house, the same house her ex wasn't allowed within 50 feet of without her expressed permission or until a court proceeding stated otherwise. It probably would be a good idea to return to the house and play the part of a wife distraught over the proceedings as of late regarding her ex. She could always play off the timing of her divorce proceedings as coincidental.

Mistress MILF knew supervillains had a network that allowed them to acquire things through seemingly legal means, and it was likely part of it was genuinely legal, but she didn't know what the special code was to let anyone know a supervillainess was on the hunt for things. So for now, her best bet was to return to being Marion on the surface, even if she was unsure of where or how to hide her supervillain outfit. The outfit itself, initially, before her modifications, had been intended as a means to spice up her sex life with her ex back when they were married, he wasn't showing any interest in her for sexual activities in the past decade, chances are he had started his affair with those two super bitches during that time as well. So now she just had to make it back to her residence without drawing any attention. Thankfully, the underground network the facility was part of had a connecting location surprisingly close to her residence.

Marion's ex had done so well in his job that the family actually lived in close proximity to a gated community, he often said that once he got a new big raise they would be living in that community. But as far as she knew, Marion's husband never actually got that big raise. It took her few hours but Marion made it back to the house and slipped something that looked like her casual clothing over the outfit, after stashing all the 'M's in a place separate from the rest of the outfit. If anyone asked about the attire under her typical clothing, she would just make a comment about wanting to feel sexy again, it wasn't a lie but it wasn't quite the truth either.

Marion went to grab a bottle from the wine cellar, thinking about how she could put hidden doors in while she tried to find the right vintage to act as both her celebration of a start of going full supervillain and grieving wife who was torn about having to divorce the husband she had been so dedicated to. She had actually that that asshole loved her, they had 3 children together, but he clearly only loved her looks and didn't want to share the view of her figure with anyone else, if only she had noticed sooner. Thankfully, neither of their daughters had their mother's build, they came close but neither had a bust or booty that could reasonably compete with hers if they were to be any sort of contest.

Finally, after all her searching the wine cellar for almost an hour, Marion found something she thought would work, a Vine Line branded red wine, the brand was only available around the city and had mixed opinions of regular people and wine aficionados. Marion poured herself a glass and just as she was sipping her wine when she heard the doorbell ringing. Marion brought up the video feed from her doors, a little something she set up ages ago that her ex and children never became aware of for a variety of reasons. The system uploaded all feeds to an offsite server every 85 hours, a realization that popped up as she brought the video feed online, she only checked the most recent 79 when she did check the system but that had been several months before events that kicked off her transformation into Mistress MILF.