Dommie Ma'am, Dommie Ma'am, Dommie Ma'am (happy Halloween)

[cautiousswitch]

It had been another bad day until Arora saw the package waiting for her.  The purchase had been a whim or perhaps some deeper desire.  She resisted tearing into the package until she had hanged her coat up and started dinner warming on the stove.

She laid the catsuit out on her bed and the smell of new leather filled the room.  This was power or so she hoped.  No more would she be the office scapegoat.  At least, this was a step towards asserting herself even if she never wore it outside the flat.  Confidence started in the mind after all.  If they had sent the wrong size she would have just accepted that, yesterday, but already she was thinking just what she would say if they had gotten her order wrong.  The size was correct.

She stripped down to her undergarments and held the suit to her body as she looked in her full-length mirror.

“Elegant, isn’t it?” her reflection said.

Arora gasped and dropped her new suit.  Her reflection was already wearing it.  She stood slightly taller due to the heeled boots she was wearing, and she wasn’t standing in Arora’s bedroom but rather a tidy looking dungeon.

“Who-?”

“I am arorA,” the reflection interrupted, “your opposite.”  It was pronounced the same way but somehow the name was completely different when the reflection said it.

“You are-“

“Everything that you wish to be,” arorA interrupted once more.  “Everything you can be.”  She placed her hand on the surface of the mirror.  “Everything you *** to be but crave to achieve.  I am the you that you have always been curious about and the opportunity to be your true self.”  She gave a slight nod to her hand.

Arora couldn’t take her eyes off of those in the mirror but was aware that she was reaching forward to match the gloved hand that was offered.  When she felt the cool glass against her palm things blurred slightly and she felt a little dizzy.  The same effect must have been felt by arorA because she pulled her hand away and touched where er brows met her nose as if fending off a headache.  When Arora regained her senses, she saw that arorA was now standing in her bedroom.  She glanced about to get a more clear view of the dungeon that her reflection had run.

“So, this is…” She wasn’t sure what to say.  “How do I start?”

“Just be yourself.”

Arora noted her suit still at the feet of her opposite who was still dressed as she had been.  “Do you have any suggestions on what to wear? Where do you keep your outfits?”

“You are dressed fine for a sub,” arorA said sternly.  “You touch nothing without permission.”  Arora gasped and her reflection continued before she could protest.  “I told you this was a chance for you to learn about your true self.  Don’t worry.  My friends evE and hannaH will tell you what to do until I decide to return.”  She paused and gazed away as if thinking.  “If I decide to return.  Your world will be fascinating to explore.  Now what do I have to work with…?”

She reached out of frame and the scene shifted as she opened Arora’s closet door.  When arorA was out of the mirror, Arora found herself suddenly looking at her true self standing in her counterpart’s dungeon.  She waited for arorA to close the door but that never happened.  Or, perhaps, the link had been broken and could only be reestablished under proper circumstances.  Holding her catsuit up, she had looked somewhat like her double, but that was back in the real world.  Was it her brief belief that she could be dominant? It hadn’t taken long for arorA to remove those thoughts from her mind.

There were voices in the other room.  Was this evE and hannaH? Could she convince them that she was arorA? Probably not.  They would catch her lying and she was standing amid the possible punishments they could inflict when they did.  Her best choice was to accept her fate and hope that her double tired of living in the real world.