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“Grab your ID from your purse my dear,” Madam Illich ordered, “You won’t need anything else from the purse for now…”

“Yes Mistress Natasha,” Jennifer said without thinking.

While Jennifer’s mind reeled at calling the woman who was warping and altering her ‘Mistress Natasha,’ she didn’t even notice her body was obeying the orders given to her. Once she closed the drawer, that was when Jennifer noticed how obedient her body was to Mistress Natasha’s commands. Jennifer stood up and looked around. Mistress Natasha Illich was standing next to her. Jennifer went to the older woman’s side and walked with her to the elevator without prompting or a spoken word.

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Mistress Natasha Illich stepped out of the Car and Jennifer followed. Jennifer followed her new mistress. Jennifer seemed to be compelled to watch her boss’s bottom as she strutted into the store. Only once she was inside did Jennifer look around and realize where she was… It was a fetish shop and she was surrounded by latex and leather. A pair of women in pink rubber skirt suits came walking over with smiles on their faces.

“A new employee Madam Illich? The standard uniform spread?” the blonde asked ask she came up.

“No,” Mistress Illich spoked calmly, “Start with lingerie for my new secretary, she will need an off the rack little black dress for dinner tonight and a suit for work tomorrow. And get her measurements to start custom suits for her…”

“Of course Madam…” the black girl smiled.

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Jennifer might as well have been a hooker trying to get tricks in a lesbian whorehouse. Mistress Natasha and the staff were groping her, insisting she put one this and that and talking about how they wanted to have sex with her. Talking about her best sexual features with complete disregard for her as a person. Even the boys and sugar daddies she had fucked hadn’t been this bad when she listened in on them when they thought she was no where around. And to make it worse, the collar and the nose ring were making her excited and enjoying it. Mistress Natasha’s complements about how fuckable her body was gave Jennifer a particular thrill in her pussy. A part of Jennifer still hated it… but the wet tingles were making it harder for her to hate it. Now she was modeling a mock turtleneck sleeveless micro-mini dress in black latex and a back zipper. Her boss’s complements had made her particularly noticeably aroused as the hem of the dress was just past her pussy and she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Madam Illich,” one of the staff members said, “Perhaps you should take your girl in back and finish her so we can get back to work…”

“A fine idea,” Mistress Illich said as she walking back into the center of the try on room, “I think she could use a tasting…”

Jennifer turned and looked at her boss… her jaw dropped at the sight of the woman in a black latex corset, a lipstick rainbow colored latex garter belt and smoke colored latex stockings.

“Sounds like a delicious idea,” Natasha said as she licked her lips, “Come along my pet.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jennifer obeyed automatically.

Jennifer followed her boss as she walked into a back room and lead her to a latex covered queen-sized bed. Natasha went on to the bed and laid on her left side.

“Sixty Nine my pet,” Natasha ordered.

Jennifer laid down in front of Natasha facing her bald crotch. Jennifer felt the hands role the hem of the skirt up and her boss’s face move in on her wet pussy. Jennifer likewise went in to start kissing and sucking on Natasha’s pussy. Jennifer didn’t know if it was the blasted magic or something else, but Natasha’s pussy tasted heavenly and any thoughts of boy and men she had sucked off made her gag in revolution to the foul taste of men. Both women went to work and after a few minutes they exploded in orgasms as feminine cum gushed out of their pussies into each other’s faces. Jennifer couldn’t believe that she could do that… Neither could she believe how pleased with herself she was that she had elicited such a reaction from her boss. Natasha got up and reached down and pulled Jennifer up too. The older woman lead Jennifer to a small shower stall and both got in. They both quickly showered and Jennifer was stripped of her dress. Natasha lead Jennifer back into the changing area with the wet dress in one had and the naked employee in the other.

“Give her a thong and this dress will be perfect for tonight,” Natasha smiled, “I need a shine and help into my dress for dinner.”

“Yes Madam Illich,” the staff giggled.

“And make it a pride panty.”

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Jennifer had been self-conscious at the restaurant… She didn’t want to think what her meal had costed, but it was expensive enough that there were no prices on her menu. Jennifer could feel the eyes of the staff and other dinners on her and her boss. Jennifer felt pride as the lustful looks of other women and disgust at the lecherous looks from men.