Leigh takes control of Allison's wardrobe

All of this happened so fast, and Leigh doesn't really have a plan. But she knows that she has really enjoyed taking control of Allison, telling her to undress and expose herself, not to mentioning getting her pussy eaten. So she looks around for inspiration and her eyes settle on Allison's dresser, with her underwear drawer hanging open and overflowing with panties.

"Gather up your panties," Leigh orders. Allison is still breathing heavily and looks at her with confusion. "All of them," she reiterates, "clean and dirty. I want them in a pile in front of me in thirty seconds."

The magic is still there, and Allison jumps up to do her bidding. She scoops up all the underwear from her drawer and dumps it in front of Leigh on the bed, then dives into her laundry pile, sorting it to find all her dirty underwear. She tosses them all on top of the clean ones, trying her best to hurry. Then she stands in front of the bed fidgeting.

"Good girl." Leigh pulls a pillowcase from one of Allison's pillows and starts stuffing all of the panties into it. "I'll be taking these. You won't need them. It is my will that you no longer wear panties--ever. Do you understand?"

Allison gulps. "Yes, mistress," she whispers, almost inaudible. Her cheeks are flushed deep red.

"What was that?"

"Yes, mistress," she repeats, louder.

"That's a good slut. What do you think of your new fashion choice?"

"It's um..." she trails off. Leigh looks at her pointedly, and she draws a deep breath and continues. "It's hot," she admits.

"Of course you would think that. You're a good slut, aren't you?" Leigh looks at her beautiful new plaything and ponders what to do next.