The Club

One upside to her current predicament was that the bouncer took one look at her tight black miniskirt and crop top and waved her straight into the club. She watched the bouncer look over every inch of her body before she went in, her fists balled in rage. As much as she wanted to mess with him for the way he'd looked at her (like a piece of meat), she was a regular and didn't want to get into too much trouble tonight. A quick in-and-out with the least recognition possible.

She climbed the steps to the mezzanine and looked for an attractive girl. A tall, thin, blonde with gorgeous makeup caught her eye. She wasted no time and shot an orgasm through the air at her. As expected, the girl crumpled to the floor, convulsing in confused pleasure. Scarlett loved to watch her victims squirm, but tore her eyes away to check her clothes for a change.

Much to her concern, it didn't work. She was still in the miniskirt and skintight crop top she came in with. She closed her eyes in disappointment - this confirmed her expectation - magic wasn't going to help her cheat here. Instead she conjured her domme gear into her hand and went to hunt.

She made her way into the crowd downstairs, making eye contact with as many girls as she could. Scarlett was gorgeous, with perfect curves but being only 5ft6 meant she had a hard time navigating a crowd of man and high heeled women. She also had a hard time being her usual intimidating self when wearing practically nothing, but luckily her demeanour made up for these shortcomings.

She soon found a pretty blonde girl reciprocate her flirty eyes. She danced with her a bit before lifting a collar from her kit. Her favorite item for such an occasion, she'd enchanted the collar and leash such that the wearer would be helpless to follow once in it. She opened the clasp and presented it to the girl, showing her intentions. The girl bit her lip and put it on, holding the leash out for Scarlett to take.

Scarlett wasted no time and pulled her forwards, kissing her intensely. She tugged the leash and the obedient girl followed to the bathroom. Scarlett closed the door behind her and spread her legs, telling the girl to go to work. After a couple of seconds, she snapped out of domme autopilot and said, "actually, this one's on me tonight. Swap with me."

The girl climbed onto the toilet and put her legs up. Scarlett wasted no time in lifting the girl's skirt and tearing her panties apart. Scarlett leant over with the girl and kissed her, while frantically working her fingers in the girl's panties. The girl broke the kiss to moan, and shuddered as she came.

Meanwhile, Scarlett felt her clothes relax around her, giving her 'just a plunging v-neck' and 'very mini skirt'. Not perfect, but much better than when she'd started.

Scarlett didn't relent, though, and carried on, holding the girl by the collar loop in front of her throat with the hand not in use between the girl's legs. At first, she squirmed to escape, overstimulated, but the girl eventually calmed and succumbed to the angry pleasure, clearly enjoying the domination happening, letting her moans fill the bathroom. As she came the second time, Scarlett could feel the sexual energy drained from the poor girl. She needed a new target.

She kissed the girl one last time, out of politeness (Scarlett had a reputation to maintain after all) and took the collar off of her.

The girl looked at her after the kiss and said, "gods, that was so good." Scarlett smiled and left the bathroom for more prey, now wearing a backless, tight t-shirt and thigh-length skirt.

She made her way through the crowd for a while, and was about to give up when she made eye contact with a girl the other side of the crowd. There was no mistake that this girl was looking for some fun. She made her way over to the girl and danced for a while, flirting with their eyes. Once she was sure, she once again made her favourite initiation move and held the collar up, unfastened. She handed it to the girl to put on and closed her eyes to dance, waiting for the click.

The click came much louder than she expected and it came at the same time as a she sensed a strange constricting feeling on her neck. She opened her eyes wide - her own enchanted collar was being unknowingly used against her. Her day could not get any worse.

Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at the girl who stood 6ft tall in her heeled boots. "Hey! This collar is for you!"

The girl laughed, "I knew from the moment I saw you walk in in that revealing outfit that I had to have you. Don't even pretend you're a domme while you look up at me in that outfit."

Scarlett was surprised to hear that her day got worse. She was back in her deep v-neck and butt-length tight skirt.

"No, the--"

"Come!" The girl tugged the collar, invoking the enchantment to pull the bewildered dominatrix with her.

At least Scarlett could admire this girl's body from behind, she figured to herself as she followed her back to the bathroom she'd just left.

The girl hoisted her tight knee-length dress to her waist and sat on the very toilet seat Scarlett was used to making demands from, pulling Scarlett to the ground, forcing her knees onto the disgusting floor.

"Do what you do best with those lovely lips," she ordered.

Scarlett was having a whole debate in her head. On one hand, she could say no, but as long as the unknowing girl is holding the leash, Scarlett wasn't going to be leaving the stall. On the other hand, if she could give this girl oral for a few minutes she might be on track to wear decent clothes again. Either way, a day ago she wouldn't have been making this decision. Damn Hugo and damn that couple.

She picked option B and, for the first time in living memory, went down on the girl. After a few minutes, she tried to substitute her mouth for her fingers, but the bossy girl rejected it. Not long after, the beautiful girl came, writhing into Scarlett's face. Scarlett felt her clothes relax back to how they were when she last left the toilet stall, but she wanted more. She tried to greedily continue to kiss the girl's flower, trying to get a second clothing boost, but the girl refused.

"That's enough."

Scarlett hated that her actions made her look so ****, despite her true dominant personality.

The girl led Scarlett back out into the crowd by the leash.

"Can you just unhook this?"

"Wait. You'll love this."

She handed the leash to yet another girl. 'At least it was a girl,' she thought.

"I think you'll get on beautifully."

Back to the bathroom...

Scarlett was grateful to have stumbled out of the club wearing a knee-length black leather pencil skirt and super-tight black t-shirt, which she might even have in her wardrobe. She rubbed her sore lips. Time to go home and take the success for what it was. Tomorrow she'd break the curse, she decided.