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You close the Rulebook having written:

• New Rule: If anyone takes a picture or is in possession of one depicting someone masturbating, and the picture was taken without the subjects consent. This person becomes the subject's sex-**** for a month.

Immediately Ms. Kanich's phone rings. She answers and you hear her side of the conversation. "Hello ... Yes officer, that's me ... Well, I ... Wait not her, can't I just go to prison? ... I--I understand." She hangs up and turns to you quivering. "Miss Jackson I hope you didn't misunderstand my photography. I didn't mean to scare you; I just wanted to encourage you to do better in the office. I can delete the images if you prefer."

"What was that call about?" you ask already knowing.

"Well there's just a new stupid law that says I am your **** now. Ridiculous isn't it?" She is slowly regaining her composure. "I don't want this to be awkward for the two of us, why don't we keep it simple? I'll clean your apartment this weekend or maybe take you out for dinner."

"Maybe" you agree. "But for now why don't you strip naked for me." When she just looks at you stunned you add "if you strip fast enough I'll let you wear one of the items you picked out for me."

With that she hurriedly starts undressing. She is certainly beautiful, tall and curvy. Unfortunately she is stripping too quickly and pragmatically for it to be sexy, but you will make her do it properly later. That is if you let her get dressed again.

She huddles trying to cover her nudity but not look like she is embarrassed. Her cheeks are starting to blush. She is only a few years older than you, but has a maturity to her beauty. She reminds you of some of the milfs you have seen begging for cocks in the hardcore porn you like. She retains a certain dignity and authority in her nakedness that will make it even more fun to humiliate her.

She scans the bits and pieces of the outfits she had picked for you. "I will wear this" she says in a matter of fact but shaky voice, selecting slutty maid's dress.

"I didn't say you could pick. Just that I would let you wear something" you correct her. "I think those heels would do fine." Her face is full of wrath and she mutters bitch under her breathe, but she bends over and grabs the clear slut-heels. "Aww, poor little thing," you say; apparently, you have a dominatrix inside you after all. "Since you want to be a whore maid so much, you can also wear the fishnets that come with that outfit."

Deciding you want to look the part you slide into the dominatrix outfit. You start with the thong, then the thigh high boots. Every thing appears to be made with your exact measurements in mind and is comfortable despite the tight fit. Ms. Kanich finishes dressing first, after all it doesn't take that long to slide on hose and buckle up ankle straps. So you order her to help you tighten the laces on the front of the corset. The corset pushes your modest bust up making it look larger. The cups are just barely able to cover your nipples.

You eye the degraded woman. her fishnet hosiery has lace trim around the waist and large crotch hole. Your new **** was already quite a bit taller than you and these new platform heels give her another seven inches. Examining her you ask "would you like to spend the next few days begging construction workers for anal sex?"

She looks stunned before snapping out "no, you sicko."

"Then I suggest you never stand in my presence again" you respond with an evil grin.

On her knees, Ms. Kanich follows you out of the room. She hugs herself, and you let her. Keeping the last bit of dignity that you will rip away later.