Chapter 4: The First Submissive Submission
Three weeks into the house sitting, the two women have been completely absorbed by the rooms they discovered. Jessica spends every free hour in the pink chamber, growing her hair out, wearing the lingerie, and losing herself in the pleasure of the space. Susan has spent as much time as she can in the black dungeon, letting the power of the room take her over, accentuating her dominance with every corset lace pulled tighter. Their personalities have shifted dramatically, Jessica into a submissive airhead, Susan into a confident dominatrix. Tonight they sit in the living room, where the air feels heavier than usual with unspoken tension.
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The living room was draped in the quiet hum of approaching storm clouds—thick and heavy, pressing down like a held breath.
The old lamp flickered once, twice, as if testing the quality of the air before settling into a steady, dim glow. Jessica sat cross-legged on the couch, wearing a pink dress and high heels, her hair now had blond highlights and was spilling over her shoulders to her waist in loose waves. Her nails were painted a faint, glossy pink—something she wouldn’t have chosen before, but the habit had stuck. She couldn't wear her old clothes if she wanted to, her breasts were big C-Cups now, and her hips had flared out quite a bit. She chewed on the cap of her pen absently, watching Susan through lowered lashes.
Susan leaned back against the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, wearing a latex maxi dress black with corset hugging her torso like a second skin. Her feet were adorned with knee high leather boots with 3in heels. Her blonde hair had darkened and was nearly brown and had grown past her shoulders to her waist now and was so straight it looked fake. Susan's lips were painted a dark blood red, her eyes lined with thick black liner, and her cheeks dusted with shimmering highlighter. She looked like a femme fatale from an old noir film—dangerous, deliberate, and utterly in control.
Jessica was in awe, she looked at Susan with big eyes, wanting to please her. She was losing herself more and more each day, her mind drifting off into a haze of pink and submission. Susan was no longer just her best friend—she was becoming something far more significant. Someone who could command, who could take control, who could shape Jessica’s world simply by existing in it. Jessica felt a pang of longing, a flush of desire, a rush of something she couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore.
Susan watched Jessica for a long moment, her dark-lined eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the way Jessica sat—back straight, legs folded neatly beneath her, hands resting lightly on her knees, fingers twitching as if desperate to please.
The pink dress she wore clung to Jessica’s new curves, the fabric soft and clingy, falling just low enough to tease at the swell of her breasts without revealing too much. The high heels—delicate pink stilettos with thin straps—made her legs look impossibly long, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she were trying to move without making a sound.
Jessica had changed so much in just a few weeks. Her hair had grown to her waist, now a cascade of brown waves with blonde highlights that caught the dim light like spun silk. Her eyes, once sharp and observant, now carried a softness, a dreamy haze that made them look perpetually half-lidded with submission.
A voice in Susan's head told her to make Jessica hers. She had ignored it for the last few weeks, but today the voice finally won .
Susan ran her fingers idly over the latex of her dress, feeling the cool slickness beneath her fingertips. The corset dug into her waist with every breath she took, a reminder that she wasn't just dressed differently—she *felt* different. Stronger. More *aware*. More *herself*.
Across from her, Jessica's pen clicked against the coffee table. She was drawing something in her notebook—the same way she used to doodle equations in class, back when she had been a different person. Susan watched the way Jessica's tongue peeked out between her lips, a small habit Susan had always found oddly endearing.
As Jessica looked up with her big deer eyes Susan's dominant side took control of her mind.
“Jessica.” Susan’s voice was low and smooth, yet carried a weight that made Jessica’s pulse quicken. Every syllable felt like a command, wrapped in velvet. “Put the pen away.”
Jessica blinked, her fingers freezing mid-doodle, the pen hovering over the paper like a trapped bird. The notebook slipped from her lap onto the couch cushion with a soft *thump*. She swallowed, her throat working, before she finally obeyed, setting the pen down carefully on the coffee table.
"Come here" said Susan her voice firm and even. Jessica pushed herself up onto unsteady heels and walked towards Susan, her movement was slow, hesitant.
"Kneel" Susan commands
Jessica looked up at her friend with big doe eyes as her shoulders dropped and her hips swayed as she walked towards her. She stopped just in front of Susan, her knees wobbling as she knelt down on the floor. She was short so her petite frame looked tiny next to the couch. Her pink dress rode up her thighs slightly as she sat back onto her knees, her heels tucked underneath her. She kept her eyes downcast, her chin tilted slightly down, her hands resting on her thighs.
Susan leaned forward and reached out, running her fingers through Jessica’s long, loose blonde-tipped hair. The strands caught in the dim light, shimmering like spun candy floss.
Susan kissed Jessica's forehead "Good girl" she whispered, hands sinking into the thick fall of hair more confidently now.
Jessica’s breath hitched at the contact, her entire body relaxing under the praise. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound Susan had never heard from her before—something so small, so *yielding*, that it sent a current straight down Susan’s spine.
She could feel the heat of Jessica’s scalp through her fingers, could hear the quiet rush of her breath, could smell the faint vanilla scent rising from the pink satin hugging her new curves. Susan’s fingers tightened slightly, tugging just enough to tilt Jessica’s head back just a centimeter, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her *feel* it.
Susan opens her legs and pulls up her dress, revealing her pussy .
She was bare, her lips already slick with arousal, the pink folds glistening in the dim lamp light. She wanted Jessica to see her like this. To see what she had become.
She spreads her thighs wider, holding the dress up with one hand, the latex cool and clinging to her legs, the corset pressing into her ribs with every breath. She stared down at Jessica, her eyes dark with hunger and power.
“Look at me,” Susan commands, her voice low, firm.
Jessica’s breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she obeyed, her big blue eyes lifting slowly from the floor to meet Susan’s gaze. Her lips parted slightly, a small breath escaping.
"You want this pussy, don't you?" asked Susan her voice slow and deliberate, each word dripping with authority.
Jessica nodded, her throat working hard to swallow, her eyes fixed on the gleaming pink folds between Susan's thighs. She felt both dizzy and weightless, as though gravity had suddenly loosened its grip on her body. Her fingers curled against her thighs, nails biting into the fabric of her dress.
Susan’s free hand slid down her own torso, fingers trailing along the slick lips, gathering moisture that she brought to her lips and tasted slowly. Her eyelids fluttered at the contact, a soft moan escaping her throat before she fixed Jessica with a piercing gaze again.
Jessica whimpered softly, her body trembling slightly in her kneeling position.
Her new full lips were parted, her breath shallow and quick as she watched Susan's fingers glide through the slick folds of her pussy. The sight was intoxicating to Jessica, a vision of sensual power she’d never allowed herself to imagine before.
Susan brought her fingers to her lips, tasting herself with slow deliberation, her dark-lined eyes never leaving Jessica’s face. The wet sound of her lips parting around her own moisture filled the quiet living room, mixing with the distant rumble of thunder outside. Jessica’s thighs pressed together instinctively, her arousal making the pink satin dress cling even tighter to her hips.
"Eat me out" Susan commands, her voice dropping to a velvet whisper as she spread her thighs wider, the latex dress riding up her thighs with a quiet *squelch* of moisture.
Jessica’s breath hitched at the command, her body trembling—not from fear, but from the desperate need pulsing between her legs. She had never done anything like this before, but she found herself crawling forward, her high heels clicking softly against the wooden floor as she positioned herself between Susan’s outstretched legs.
The first touch of her tongue against Susan’s folds made Jessica moan against the slick heat, her hands gripping Susan’s thighs to steady herself. The taste was intoxicating—sweet, musky, and undeniably *hers*.
Jessica’s tongue hesitated for only a second before surrendering entirely. The first sweep was tentative, a shy brush of wet heat before desire took over entirely. Susan arched into the contact with a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in Jessica’s long, golden-tipped hair, guiding her deeper.
Jessica’s hands slid up Susan’s thighs, nails scraping lightly against the cool latex as she worked her mouth with growing confidence. The wet sounds of lips and tongue filled the room, punctuated by Susan’s breathy moans and the occasional whisper of encouragement—*"That’s it… just like that… good girl."*
A clap of thunder shook the windows, rattling the old frame, but neither woman looked away.
Susan’s hips lifted off the couch as Jessica’s tongue flattened against her clit, the high-pitched whimper she let out vibrating through Jessica’s mouth. The latex of Susan’s dress clung to her thighs, the corset digging into her waist with every shallow breath—each inhale making her breasts rise and fall beneath the tight fabric.
Jessica moaned around Susan’s pussy, the sound muffled but hungry, her tongue working faster now, swirling in tight little circles around the swollen nub before dipping lower to lap at the dripping entrance.
"Fuck—Jessica," Susan breathed, her voice thick with surprise and pleasure.
She tightened her grip in Jessica’s hair, not pulling, but holding her in place as Jessica’s tongue swirled around her entrance, then flicked up to press firmly against her clit.
Jessica whimpered again, her own arousal dripping down her thighs in the pink dress, the fabric now uncomfortably warm and clinging to her skin. She could feel the wetness soaking into the pad of her heels, could smell the sweet, musky scent rising from Susan’s pussy as she ate her out—intoxicating and impossible to resist.
Her hands slid higher up Susan’s thighs, gripping the latex-covered hips as she pressed her face deeper, her tongue working with eager desperation.
The taste of Susan filled her mouth, rich and sweet, and Jessica couldn’t get enough. She wanted to memorize it, to savor every drop of arousal dripping from Susan’s pussy onto her tongue.
Between her own thighs, Jessica could feel the slick heat of her own arousal soaking through the thin pink satin of her dress. The fabric clung to her swollen folds, the friction of her thighs rubbing together only making her wetter. She moaned again, her whimpers muffled against Susan’s flesh, her free hand sliding up to pinch her own peaked nipple through the dress.
Susan gasped, her hips jerking forward as Jessica’s tongue plunged deep inside her, lapping up every drop of her arousal.
Jessica was a natural with her tongue, and Susan was close to climax within minutes of her mouth being on her. As Jessica's tongue curled inside her, Susan's nails dug into the arms of the couch, her corset creaking softly with each sharp inhale. The latex dress was now plastered to her thighs with sweat and arousal, the cool fabric clinging to her skin as Jessica's mouth worked her over with growing confidence. Susan's free hand dropped to Jessica's shoulder, gripping it tightly as Jessica's tongue swirled around her entrance before probing deep inside her once more. Jessica moaned around Susan's pussy, the vibrations making Susan's hips lift off the couch involuntarily.
As Susan orgasms , Jessica takes every drop of her arousal and swallows it down, licking the latex of Susan's thighs clean.
After Jessica cleans her up Susan notices that Jessica's dress is soaked through and lifts Jessica up onto the couch, pulling her dress over her head, leaving Jessica in just her pink lingerie. Susan admires Jessica's beautiful young body, running her hands over her soft skin.
Susan pulls Jessica close, pressing her against her latex covered body and kisses her deeply. The kiss is slow and passionate, tongues dancing together as Susan's hands wander over Jessica's soft skin.
When they break the kiss, Susan stands up with a slow, deliberate motion.
"Good girl, you are mine now." Susan said, her voice soft but commanding as she caressed Jessica's cheek with one hand. The latex dress molded to her curves under Jessica's admiring gaze, her own pink lingerie hugging her newly voluptuous frame. The scent of arousal filled the air between them—Jessica's from submission, Susan's from dominance and lust.
Jessica sat there with her eyes on Susan "Yes Mistress" she said in a soft submissive voice. She looked up adoringly at Susan, her big blue eyes shimmering with devotion. The pink lingerie she wore clung to her new curves, the satin cradling her full breasts and cinching at her tiny waist before flaring out over her round hips. The high heels made her legs appear longer than they were, her pink-painted toes curling against the couch cushions.
Susan watched Jessica with growing satisfaction, her dark-lined eyes tracing the lines of Jessica's body through the thin pink satin. Jessica's breasts had grown significantly, pressing against the fabric of her bra, the nipples visibly hard beneath the material.