Domme-imminent

 Domme-imminent



"Kelly - don't you think you should take that off now?" stuttered Sarah as she looked nervously at her friend who was still dressed in the tight black latex suit they had found in the costume department at school.

Kelly's usually boring hair had turned dark red, her eyes were now intense and brooding, her body lithe and muscled. The longer she wore the suit the more it seemed to be transforming her and she showed no sign of being concerned about it.

Perhaps Sarah was just being overly-cautious as she was still wracked with jealousy.

After realising the suit had magical properties, both girls had actually tried it on - Sarah going first. She'd used it to stand up to her bullies and dump her asshole boyfriend - the surge of confidence and power the suit gave her allowing her to do things she'd never done before.

Kelly had wanted her turn in the suit though, and Sarah had reluctantly taken it off and allowed her friend to try it on. She'd felt a surge of acute jealousy as she'd watched Kelly delightedly tighten the buckles and zips and become the new wearer.

Kelly had refused to take the suit off and it was now nearly six hours longer than Sarah had worn it. She walked now like the suit was a second skin, effortlessly striding in the nine inch heeled boots and seemingly uncaring of how hot it must be inside. Sarah hadn't even seen a drop of sweat on Kelly's face - it was like the suit was making her super-human and unaffected by tiredness, heat and other mortal concerns.

Kelly hadn't just stood up to her bullies, she'd dominated them, going further than Sarah ever had dared to. Unzipping the suit's crotch, she'd forced the chief bitch to eat her out and laughed as she patted her head like she was some dumb pet. "You're my fucking slut now Brianna," she'd laughed. "Mmmmh I like making girls serve me."

Kelly had always been shy and innocent, but the suit had brought out her evil and dominant side. The worst thing was it was so fucking HOT. Kelly looked amazing, so lean, pretty, and sexy. The slight creak of the latex, her effortless femininity - Sarah wasn't a lesbian but she had started to think some very horny thoughts about her friend. About serving her friend.

Kelly kept smirking at her, it was like the bitch knew the effect she was having on her former-friend. The longer she wore the latex suit the more powerful the effect became... the more powerful SHE became.

"Take it off? You'd like that wouldn't you loser?" purred Kelly as she stared directly into Sarah's eyes.

"Perhaps then you could stop yourself falling totally and completely under my power? I like girls now and thanks to my suit, so do you. Any bitch who spends time with me will fall helplessly in lust with me. My suit is giving me the power to turn any woman around me into a fucking lesbian whore who worships the ground I stand on. You can't stand boys anymore, all you can think about is worshipping my hot cunt."

Laughing, Kelly spread her latex legs wide and brought a gloved hand down to her crotch zipper. "Are you ready slut?"

"Nooooo," groaned Sarah as she felt her pussy get wet. "Please, don't do this Kelly, we're friends."

"We were friends," laughed Kelly. "From now on, you can call me Mistress."

Sarah fell to her knees and crawled towards her new Goddess as with a satisfied sigh Kelly unzipped and revealed her perfect pussy. As she stroked Sarah's head she reinforced her control with the words every submissive slut wanted to hear.

"Good girl."

Mistress was here, and she was here to stay....

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