Be the best gurl and turn down Emma.

Your hard on is telling you to go along with whatever Emma says and worry about consequences later, but your heart is telling you not to blow the one chance you have with your number one crush, Cindi. Taking a deep breath and a strategic step backwards you say, "Listen, Emma, I'd love to play with you, but this isn't a game to me. If I have even the slightest shot at getting close to Cindi, I'm not going to let you sabotage it."

Emma looks you over carefully, pouting prettily and probably plotting ****, but she keeps it polite in the meantime, "Sure thing, Ella. Now since Mistress told me to get you ready, then that's just what I'll do." She saunters sexily over towards a rack of fetishwear, swaying her hips so that you see every indecent inch jiggling around the leather straps straining to contain her curves. You bite your knuckle and hold your breath until the pounding of your pulse settles to a dull roar in your head. By the time she turns to give you a view of her beautiful breasts and glistening groin, you have yourself mostly under control.

"Here, let me help you get dressed." Emma's tone is syrupy sweet spiked with molten malice. She is doing her best to sabotage you with Cindi before you even get a chance. She slides on your white rubber panties, a zipper in the back that nestles between your cheeks, and seemless and tight in front. It crushes your cock so tight you almost cum when she 'accidentally' strokes it to 'smooth out the creases'. She gives similar attention to the white latex 'stockings' that hug your legs so tight that the slightest touch from the tips of her fingers as she 'straightens' them sends white hot shivers down your spine. A clear pvc corset gives you the illusion of cleavage as Emma tightens the strings in back so tight you almost pass out, but not before rubbing her own breasts against your back until you are ready to burst.

"Hmmph. What's the matter, Ella? Even most gay bois would have cum for me by now. Don't you like girls?" Emma sulks and teases, but you just yank the remaining 'clothes' out of her hand. An extremely short plaid pleated pvc skirt and a white collared 'blouse' made of the same material. The look is complete with six inch black heels that you padlock in place. You wobble on your unsteady stance and wait to hear Cindi's next command. She did say was going to have Emma teach you a thing or two about pleasing a woman, but you are a little surprised, albeit pleasantly, that she is taking the uniform so seriously.

Cindi has always had a commanding presence, like she was used to being obeyed and got almost sexual satisfaction from putting people in their place. Now that you see how literal that is, you intend to be her best pupil. You hope Emma can adjust to that, but a part of you hopes she keeps acting like the spoiled brat she is, so you can watch her get punished. As if a goddess answering a prayer only uttered in your heart, you hear Cindi's cold, clipped voice come over a speaker. "That's enough playing with MY pupil, pet! Your stupidity is probably your best feature but I figured even YOU would know I'd be watching you on the monitors. Good job, Ella. As for you, slut. Bring my star pupil up now before you earn even more punishments than you already have!"

If looks could kill, Emma would have you six feet under, but she obediently leads you out of the basement and into the main hall. There Cindi stands having squirmed into a tight satin blouse and pencil skirt over her existing dominatrix diva outfit which adds a sordid surreal vibe to lessons to come.