Leave

Kitty slipped out, and walked into her own room through the wall. Once she was inside, she let her clothes fall through her. It was funny, she thought, as she sat on her bed, how seeing the girl in person had changed how she thought about her. Before, she had thought of "the woman who used to roleplay as my mistress online" or something similar. But now, all of those qualifiers had faded away. It wasn't just roleplaying, even then, with those small tasks and commands for her to do, like going out without underwear.

And it wasn't past tense either. For one thing, the moment she had seen the woman, she had wanted to submit to her. Without even talking to her, she had accepted her as Mistress. And just like when they had only known each other online, she knew now that Mistress had never stopped being her Mistress, even when they stopped chatting. Even when she wasn't thinking about it, Mistress was her Mistress, just like how your parents were always your parents.

Kitty wondered how best to fully submit to her new roommate. Should she just tell her that she remembers, and wants to submit again? Or seduce her, pretending that she hadn't recognize her. Or maybe, since she was dominant, she'd prefer to instigate matters herself.

Kitty thought about it for a good hour, before deciding on a plan she was certain would work.