Doll Sorority

Chapter 2

by LusciousPlush

Tags: #cw:noncon #clothing #dom:female #f/f #multiple_partners #sub:female #brainwash #dress-up #princess #professor #sorority #student #tech_control #transformation #urban_fantasy

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Early morning sunlight gently filtered through the tall lattice windows of Amanda Christmas' office at Charmont Woman's University. Amanda sat at her desk, soothed by the soft, familiar hum of campus life bustling outside below her. The scent of her freshly brewed caramel coffee wafted through the air, intermingling with the faint, subtle scents from the lush greenery that adorned the university grounds. She took a sip of her steaming cup with a serene smile. A feeling that was belied by a lingering sense of unease gnawed at her thoughts, swirling beneath the surface of her composed demeanour. Hazy memories from the night before flickered in her mind's eye, like fragments of a dream she couldn't quite recall. She opened her notebook and scanned through the notes she had jotted down during her conversation with Cassandra Stylish. Triggering a momentary sparkle in the depths of her thoughts. She scrutinised the lettering in her notebook. While it did appear to be her own, the notes contained details that she didn't quite remember discussing during the conversation with Cassandra. They seemed hastily written as if dashed down without much deliberation.

Her eyes skimmed over the questions and responses, pausing on one in particular: 'How does it make you feel to be a part of DOL?'' Amanda's face took on an expression of curiosity as she studied Cassandra's response, pondering the words in front of her:

sense of bliss
fulfilment
sisterhood
sensations you have to feel to understand

"Sensations you have to feel to understand," Amanda mused aloud. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a brief knock on her thick office door.

**Knock** **Knock**

The muffled sound on the door repeated a few moments later, fully drawing Amanda's attention away from her thoughts as she set her coffee down and gracefully crossed the room with a look of puzzled curiosity. As she approached the door, Amanda couldn't shake the odd feeling of unease that had settled across her. Her hand hesitated momentarily as she considered the unexpected visit before grasping the doorknob and turning it slowly. With a soft click of the latch, the door swung open smoothly, revealing the tall, slender figure of Barbara Dechantelle standing in the hallway. The attractive blonde sorority president was donning her recognisable DOL sorority uniform, the familiar hues of pink and white accentuating her perfectly tanned skin and poised posture. In her left hand, she held a small, fashionable heart-shaped metal suitcase.

"Good morning, Professor Christmas! May I come in?" Barbara asked, a warm, friendly smile crossing her lips.

Amanda stepped back to allow the student to enter, a look of mild surprise on her face as she looked expectantly at Barbara, "Oh, of course, Barbara," she replied, her tone cordial yet tinged with curiosity. "What brings you here this morning?"

Barbara's expression softened into a brief smile as she stepped into the office. Her eyes scanned the surroundings before settling back on Amanda. "I believe we had a meeting planned for this hour. Did it slip your mind, Professor?" she asked.

Amanda shook her head to clear her thoughts and regained her composure, offering a warm smile. "Oh, of course, our meeting," she said with a playful touch of surprise, though she couldn’t quite recall scheduling it. She ushered the student into the office, gently closing the door behind them with a soft click. "Could you remind me of today's agenda?" she asked, nodding reassuringly and gesturing to the comfortable white vinyl chair in front of her desk.

Amanda glided back around to resume her seat, taking a small sip of coffee. She slid forward and looked expectantly at Barbara, who had placed the small pink case on the desk in front of her and was carefully releasing the latches.

"Well, professor, I think you are going to be very impressed with what I have to show you..." Barbara said with a hint of pride in her voice as she lifted the lid on the case, peering over the top at Amanda with a twinkle in her blue eyes.

The student carefully lifted a silvery circlet from the pink case with both hands. She closed the lid and held up a beautiful, delicately fashioned hairband set with tiny pink jewels. The jewels sparkled invitingly, drawing Amanda's gaze. Barbara set the hairband on top of the case and beamed at Amanda. "Professor, this is the first successful prototype of my cerebral interface that I've been developing as part of my research project," Barbara explained with a hint of delight. She carefully pushed the case with the hairband toward Amanda for a better view.+

"Oh, this is very beautiful, Barbara..." Amanda said with a polite smile as she studied the hairband and waited for Barbara to continue her explanation.

Barbara nodded. "I believe that infusing style and elegance right from the start is key when it comes to innovating any new technology," she continued, her enthusiasm shining through. "It might take a bit longer, but it pays off in the end," she said happily. "The potential for the technology is virtually unlimited... but rather than trying to explain everything to you all at once, I think it would be easier if I explained the various details as I demonstrate them if you are willing to assist me by wearing the Harmony Hairband," Barbara said with a prideful tone in her voice.

Amanda’s eyes lit up as she examined the delicate hairband. “Oh, this is very beautiful, Barbara,” she said with a polite smile.

Barbara finished pushing the case across the desk and clasped her hands together happily as she stood up and began to move around the desk, her pleated pink and white skirt slipping smoothly across her toned legs as she rounded the corner and slipped beside Amanda, who glanced up briefly to nod questioningly at Barbara before returning her attention to the beautiful hairband that she noticed seemed to have almost imperceptible circuitry woven into the interior silver strands.

"I've been working on it for months. Here... let me help you..." Barbara said pleasantly as she leaned forward, her generous full breasts brushing against Amanda's shoulder as she reached out to retrieve the hairband with delicate fingertips. Amanda flushed slightly at the sudden, unexpected contact, lowering her hands and straightening her back as she smoothed her sleek grey pencil skirt with the palms of her hands, ensuring that the silver buckle of her black belt was still neatly centred and her white silk blouse was still tucked neatly into her waist.

"It's somewhat delicate, but sacrifices must be made in the name of style." Barbara giggled as she lifted the hairband and carefully held it above Amanda's obsidian black hair, which was wound in a neat, tight bun. She then carefully aligned the delicate silver combs to keep the hairband in place.

Amanda relaxed slightly, inhaling the faint, delicate scent of peach blossoms as Barbara's perfume wafted around her as the student stepped behind her chair. "Excuse me, Barbara," Amanda began in a soft tone, "Your perfume is truly captivating."

"Thank you, Amanda," Barbara replied with a smile. "Yes, it's actually from Anastacia herself. She crafted the formula for this perfume. Speaking of which, what sort of smells do you love, professor?"

"Cherry blossom and peach... Oh!" Amanda exclaimed as Barbara carefully lowered the hairband into place on the top of Amanda's head. Amanda's expression turned slightly concerned as she asked, "Uhm, this isn't going to pinch or anything, is it? Perhaps it would be best to wait a moment..." Her voice held a note of nervousness, feeling caught off guard by Barbara's unexpected suggestion. She contemplated putting a stop to the demonstration until she had a better understanding of what it involved.

Barbara laughed reassuringly, "Not at all, professor... there, all done." the student said with a smile as the hairband settled into place, and Amanda furrowed her brow with an upward glance, trying to catch a glimpse of the rose-gold headpiece. Barbara's footsteps echoed pleasantly as she glided back around the desk, her fingertips lingering for a moment on Amanda's shoulder before sliding off.

Amanda looked at Barbara expectantly as the student resumed her seat, dimly aware of the pleasant tingling sensation of the silver combs against her scalp. “Could you please clarify what this demonstration entails?” Her curiosity was evident as she noted Barbara replacing the pink case on the desk with her pink cell phone.

Barbara looked up at Amanda with a smile, clearly enjoying the moment. "Professor, your curiosity is absolutely one of your best traits," she said with a playful tone. "Let me show you what I’ve been working on. I’ve combined a non-invasive neural stimulation device with a remote interface and an advanced learning algorithm. This setup allows me to send gentle, imperceptible impulses to neural pathways and track the brain's responses."

The professor's eyes widened slightly as she listened to Barbara's explanation, pleasant feelings flooding her head as the hairband nestled comfortably in her hair. She nodded thoughtfully, trying to keep up with the student's enthusiastic words. "Oh, that's rather interesting... I follow the general idea," she said, nodding as if she understood it completely. The technical jargon was over her head, but she didn't want to dampen Barbara's excitement. "But as a psychology professor, the technical aspects of what you're describing are somewhat outside my area of expertise." She wondered how relevant she would be to the student's research project.

Barbara nodded and laughed dismissively, flicking her long blonde hair slightly as she turned her head. "Of course, professor... that's all just a bit of technical detail. The important aspects of my research are focused on behavioural elements," she explained.

Amanda nodded thoughtfully in small motions, aware of the delicate hairband atop her head. "I see. That is certainly something I can help with..." she said cautiously as Barbara tapped away on the glowing screen.

Barbara smiled, "Well, I have to say I think you look very fashionable with your hairband, although perhaps a more relaxed hairstyle would be better suited to wearing it." she suggested pleasantly.

Amanda nodded absently, noting a faint, almost imperceptible tingling sensation as she placed her hands on the desk in front of her and pushed back slightly, rising to her feet with a graceful motion, "I am inquisitive to see what your demonstration involves, Barbara... will the hairband be monitoring my movements, or does it somehow read brain activity?" she asked glancing at Barbara for a moment before turning to her right, hesitating a moment before walking forward to look out the window at the sprawling verdant campus below.

Barbara smiled as she looked up at Amanda, subtly continuing to tap on her phone as she nodded agreeably, "Oh, yes, the hairband itself is a combination of standard measuring devices that handle a wide range of input, as well as some simple but sophisticated transmitters. The real focus of my research is blending the hardware with a sophisticated algorithm that monitors and controls everything in a unified fashion." she explained.

Amanda nodded thoughtfully as she listened, raising her right arm and placing it against the window frame as she peered thoughtfully at the few students wandering into the building, "There is quite a lot of research done in those areas, stimulation, response, learned behaviour and so forth." she continued, lowering her arm and turning abruptly back toward her desk, walking forward and turning to face Barbara again as she resumed her seat, and stared across the desk at the student who had a look of masked delight on her beautiful face.

"Oh, I've done quite a bit of reading on those very topics. I would love to know what you think of my results," Barbara said with an enthusiastic smile as she turned her cell phone around and held it out toward Amanda with a smile. Amanda leaned forward curiously, peering at the screen for a moment as she studied the pink-hued interface. It showed a simple feminine silhouette along with some controls and indicators and a log readout that had a series of words.

Connecting... established, ready for input.
Standing... ready.
Turning right...
Walking forward...
Lifting right arm... ready.
Turning 180 degrees...
Walking forward...
Sitting... ready.

Amanda pursed her lips and looked up confusedly. "Hmm, what is this?" she asked as she stared at Barbara expectantly.

Barbara giggled as she retracted her hand and leaned back to an upright position, "It's the instructions that I just had you carry out for me." she said with a smirk.

The comment left Amanda's eyes widening slightly in disbelief. "Instructions? What do you mean?" she asked, her mind racing to understand Barbara's words.

Barbara gave Amanda a reassuring smile, trying to comfort her. "Oh, Professor, the hairband uses direct neural stimulation and response. Allow me to demonstrate. Please, stand up again for me," she said pleasantly.

Amanda furrowed her brow, looking puzzled, "I appreciate your dedication, Barbara, but once the perception of control is dispelled, it's difficult to re-establish it... and as you can see, I'm clearly not standing." Amanda said with a hint of smugness in her smile as she looked across at the student, who returned her smile and casually tapped her finger down on the screen.

Amanda's eyes widened, and she let out a gasp of surprise as she looked down and realised that she was once again standing perfectly upright, "Oh, my goodness... this is absolutely remarkable!" she exclaimed with a sense of bewilderment. Amanda tried to process what was happening and was only faintly aware of the pleasant sensations filtering through her mind.

Barbara laughed and clasped her hands together gleefully. "I wanted to surprise you, professor, and catch you off guard a bit to see your reaction," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Shall we continue the demonstration?" Barbara asked as she looked with glee at her professor.

Amanda flashed a warm smile as she casually readjusted her blouse and smoothed her hair, wary of her appearance. "Yes, that would be quite interesting. Please, do continue," she replied, letting out a small giggle. Unaware of her own actions, she found herself nodding along in agreement as Barbara held her finger poised on her phone.

Barbara let out a small giggle, "I couldn't resist... Here, I'll demonstrate each arm." she said pleasantly as she tapped a few times on the screen.

Amanda watched in astonishment as her arms, one at a time, slowly raised in front of her, hovering frozen in mid-air for several seconds before lowering again to her sides, "Oh, how remarkable... If I wasn't focused on them, I wouldn't even be aware... how are you able to stimulate specific motor responses?" she asked as another faint wave of pleasant feelings rippled through her subconscious mind.

Barbara's smile widened as she tapped on the screen. "Well, it's a project I've been dedicated to for quite some time. I had a lot of volunteers who helped me identify specific regions and impulses, you see. The level of control is quite sophisticated. I'm able to, for example, control eyelids..." Her voice trailed off as she punctuated her remarks with a gentle tap of her finger, causing Amanda's eyes to flutter coquettishly for a few moments.

Amanda inhaled deeply as she raised her hands and waved them toward her eyes to stimulate small gusts of air, "Absolutely amazing..." she breathed, "It's like my body is responding automatically, without any effort on my part."

Barbara smiled and nodded, "That's because the stimulation is done directly to regions in the lower areas of the brain, bypassing the higher-order functions... it also allows for multiple simultaneous stimulations that can trigger more complex actions... like a perfect curtsy..." she said with a smile as she tapped her finger, and watched with delight as the professor extended her hands out out her sides and gracefully slid her foot back as she lowered herself primly, executing a perfect curtsy in Barbara's direction.

Barbara laughed in delight, "My goodness, you're so well-mannered... perhaps you'd be so good as to parade around the office for me." She suggested pleasantly as she began tapping a series of instructions into her phone, finishing with a small flourish as she decided to sit down on Amanda's chair and leaned back to enjoy the performance.

She observed with a twinkle in her eye as the typically strict professor transformed into a playful vision of grace. With each step, Amanda moved with a captivating elegance. Her movements imbued with a delightful charm. Every placement of her foot was precise, radiating confidence and poise as she swayed her hips and gracefully tilted her face from side to side in an evocative manner.

"Oh, how is this happening..." Amanda murmured in confusion. She seemed to find herself being swept up in her own body's movements as it continued moving on its own, parading back and forth in front of Barbara like loyal subjects in the presence of their queen. Amanda's body seemed to beckon and invite with each step, her chest swelling with a sense of pride and confidence. As she turned, her movements were fluid and captivating, thrusting her chest out proudly as she turned and entwined her arms together behind her back as she clasped her hands together and came to a stop in front of the delighted student.

Barbara chuckled, her voice carrying a regal tease. "Oh, you found me... I guess that means the Happy Heart Homeward is working properly," she remarked, her tone playful and indulgent as she took note of the flushed, bewildered expression on the professor's face, a sight that only seemed to heighten her amusement.

Amanda took a moment to steady herself, her body remaining locked rigidly in place as she directed her gaze toward Barbie, who was sitting primly in the centre of the comfortable white vinyl chair with her legs crossed. "Happy Heart Homeward...?" she asked in a distracted voice as she tried to regain her composure.

Barbara nodded as she casually swayed her foot in front of her and slipped her fingertips beneath the collar of her white blouse, pulling out a large pink heart-shaped jewel that was framed with gold leaf and hanging from a thin gold chain, "The hairband needs an external positional reference point to orient itself on when stimulation is initiated by the algorithm, the position of the hairband is relative to the position of this heart, and all instructions are extrapolated relatively to that point." she explained with a smile as she began tapping on her cell phone again.

Amanda let out a small gasp. Her legs locked together tightly as her white heels pressed together. She extended her perfectly rounded posterior backward to counterbalance her torso, leaning forward to peer at the jewel dangling idly from the fingertips of Barbara's left hand.

"I thought you'd like a closer view..." Barbara explained with a smirk as she dangled the pink jewelled heart in front of Amanda's eyes teasingly, swaying it back and forth like a hypnotist as Amanda found herself being drawn into the sparkling jewel. The exquisite pink sapphire was wrapped in intricate gold filigree and hung from a beautifully woven cord. Her gaze traced Barbara's every motion, and she felt herself becoming more relaxed. A muted chiming sound interrupted the moment, breaking the spell as an alarm sounded from Barbara's phone, "Oh, my goodness... I've lost complete track of time!" Barbara exclaimed, leaning forward and rapidly tapping on her screen. With a gentle touch, she carefully removed the hairband from Amanda’s head and placed it back in the case.

Amanda felt herself straightening and her arms returning to her sides as she relaxed, and the pleasant tingling sensation began to fade.

"I’m supposed to be back at the sorority for a check-in, and I only have ten minutes to get there," Barbara said with a hint of urgency but a bright smile. "I know you're eager to dive deeper into this, and I promise we’ll go over everything in more detail later. I’m just so excited about your curiosity. It really makes this all the more enjoyable!" she said as she snapped the case shut with a quick, decisive click and secured it before heading toward the door. “If you don’t mind, I’ll come back for the case later,” she said as she made her way out.

Amanda nodded. "I understand. However, I would feel more comfortable if you kept your belongings with you. I can't assure their security," she said, her voice trailing off as Barbara left the office, no longer hearing her response. Amanda’s gaze lingered on the case. Concerned for its safety, she moved to her large desk drawer, carefully placed the case inside, and locked the drawer securely with a key.

After wrapping up her lecture, Amanda casually wandered down the halls toward her office, taking in the comforting ambience of the university corridors. As she neared the library entrance, she spotted two students deep in discussion. Skylar, easily recognizable by her vibrant pink glasses, long pink cardigan, and crisp blouse peeking out, stood out first with her composed demeanour. The other student, dressed in a striking combination of white and gold, was new to Amanda. With her brunette hair styled in soft waves and a look of earnest frustration, she was clearly affiliated with a different sorority.

Laced with frustration, the brunette's voice shifted towards Amanda, her expression pleading for empathy. "Professor, Skylar just used our sorority's design without permission! It's completely unfair. It feels like she's stealing KIS's distinct identity," she exclaimed.

Skylar seemed seemingly unfazed by the accusations, crossing her arms defiantly. "Gwendolyn, I didn’t steal anything. I simply enhanced your design with some upgrades. Let me show you the demo," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of playful confidence.

With a flick of her wrist, Skylar activated the miniature LED lights embedded in the bracelet, which gave off a mesmerising pink glow. "Look at this," she said, showing the bracelet to both Amanda and Gwendolyn. "The lights can change colours and patterns." With a deft tap, she revealed a concealed button on the bracelet. "And here's the kicker," she continued, her voice brimming with excitement. "It also features GPS and heart rate tracking, combining safety and style in one sleek design."

After Skylar finished showcasing the bracelet's features, Gwendolyn's envy flared even brighter, her irritation palpable as she turned to Amanda. "Professor," she began, her voice edged with frustration, "I can't believe she keeps getting away with this. "This is the third time DOL has meddled with KIS and outright pilfered our traditions and identity." Her arms remained tightly folded across her chest, a petulant scowl etched on her face as she awaited Amanda's response, hoping for some validation of her feelings.

Amanda furrowed her brow, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Gwendolyn, Skylar, I understand where you're coming from," she said, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Since I’m fairly new to these matters, let me take a moment to review Charmont’s sorority policies. We must handle this by the book.” With a reassuring smile, she added, "I'll do my utmost to reach a fair resolution that satisfies all parties."

Gwendolyn's impatience bubbled just beneath the surface as Amanda mentioned reviewing the rules and regulations. "But Professor," she interjected, her tone tinged with exasperation, "We can't just sit back and wait for you to sort this out. This is KIS's identity we're discussing, and it's constantly being trampled on. DOL always gets away with it. We need action immediately," she insisted, her voice growing more assertive with each word.

"I understand your frustration, Gwendolyn, and I assure you that I'll do everything in my power to address this issue promptly and fairly," Amanda replied calmly, hoping to soothe her.

But Gwendolyn wasn't having any of it. With an exasperated huff, she spun on her heel and stormed off, her anger radiating with every step. "Fine," she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with resentment. "I'll deal with this on my own if I must." And with that, she vanished around the corner.

Skylar smiled knowingly, tapping her armband. "I'll be waiting to hear from you, Professor."

Amanda replied with a nod and a smile. "I'll get back to you." With that, she headed towards her office, her heels echoing down the corridor.

Approaching her office door, Amanda reached for her keys but felt a pang of unease when the lock turned too easily. With a frown, she cautiously pushed the door open, scanning the room with a sense of alertness. Everything looked normal, but the feeling of something being off lingered. She glanced at her desk, where papers lay neatly arranged, and then at the monitor displaying her latest research. Suddenly, a faint sound from her wardrobe closet shattered the silence, causing Amanda to tense up. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm and commanding, her eyes fixed on the closet. With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Amanda approached the closet cautiously, her hand poised to open the door. As she swung it open, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock at the unexpected sight before her.

"Beverly!" Amanda exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and disbelief.

The renowned journalist responded with a playful "Oopsie!" Her tone was bubbly and lighthearted as if she hadn't expected to be caught in such a manner.

Startled by Beverly's unexpected presence, Amanda took a step backwards, her expression wary. Beverly stood before her in a pearly-coloured suit, the soft sheen of the fabric catching the light as she emerged from the closet.

"Beverly, what are you doing here?" Amanda asked, her voice tinged with caution. "This is my office! Why you're hiding in my closet?!"

"Oh, Amanda, you caught me!" Beverly admitted with a chuckle, her tone shifting slightly to a more severe demeanour befitting her profession. "I was hoping for a private moment to discuss an exclusive interview opportunity with you. I've been researching a story that I think would be perfect for your expertise."

Amanda's scepticism deepened as Beverly's explanation failed to convince her. "Beverly... I find it hard to believe you would resort to hiding in my closet for an interview opportunity," Amanda replied, her tone firm.

Beverly hesitated momentarily, her bubbly demeanour faltering as she realized Amanda wasn't buying her story. "Well, perhaps there's been a misunderstanding," she conceded, her voice losing some of its earlier cheerfulness. "But before we discuss anything further, I think it would be best to lock the door," Beverly suggested, gesturing towards the door with a subtle urgency.

Taking a deep breath, Beverly's expression turned serious as she began. "Amanda, I need to share something with you. I've been digging into DOL for a while now," she confessed, her tone low but resolute. "There have been rumours circulating about questionable practices surrounding the sorority. I sense there's something more to it. Beverly left her words hanging with a hint of mystery in her voice. Amanda leaned forward with the desire to want to hear more.

Amanda leaned forward with the desire to want to hear more. "Could you elaborate on what you've uncovered so far?" she inquired, calm but curious, as she sought further clarification on Beverly's investigation into DOL.

Beverly leaned forward, her expression serious as she explained her findings to Amanda. "Through my investigation, I've come across some troubling indications that Margaret Dechantelle, Valorie Lovelace, and Chloe Vogueique. These names sounded familiar to Amanda as she connected the women's names to big university donors.

"Looks like they might've been pulling some strings to sweep their daughters' messes under the rug," Beverly suggested, her tone animated. "I've got some juicy emails and texts hinting at cosy chats between these women and the university's higher-ups," she added, her excitement palpable. With a swift motion, she produced a folder from her bag and placed it on Amanda's desk. "These are just the appetisers, but I've got a hunch they're worth diving deeper into," she continued, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm out there digging for more dirt, but I couldn't wait to loop you in."

Amanda's brow furrowed slightly as she processed Beverly's explanation. Beverly, could you share where these emails and text messages came from?"

Beverly paused for a moment before replying. "I'm sorry, Amanda, but I can't spill the beans on my sources," she said, her tone firm yet understanding. "I promise. I've double-checked everything to make sure it's legit, but I've got to keep their identities under wraps. Now, Amanda," Beverly continued, her tone getting more serious again, "there are clues pointing to them possibly playing fast and loose with university funds or donations. They might've been steering money towards their daughters' sorority, which is a big no-no," she added, sounding a bit shocked. "And if they've been messing with disciplinary stuff or influencing the campus bigwigs to sweep things under the rug, that's a major problem," Beverly stressed, her worry clear in her voice.

As Amanda listened to Beverly's explanation, another question popped into her mind. "What about Cassandra?" she asked, her tone softening with concern. "She's a member of DOL. Is she involved in any of this?"

Beverly's demeanour became more serious as she reached into her bag and extracted a worn, leather-bound journal. "Let me show you something," she said quietly, flipping through the pages until she found the entry she was searching for. "Cassandra's journey over the past year has been... transformative, to say the least." Then, Beverly pulled out a small photo album. "This is Cassandra a year ago."

Beverly watched as she handed the photo to Amanda, in which Cassandra sported short hair in the picture. "And this is her now," Beverly continued, pointing to another photo in the album. As Amanda examined the second photo, her eyes widened in surprise. Cassandra's appearance had indeed undergone a transformation. She recalled Cassandra's short hair from the night before. It was long and impeccably styled, her makeup flawless, and her attire elegant and sophisticated.

Beverly paused briefly before continuing. "Amanda, I understand this is overwhelming, but I can't ignore the sense that something's amiss," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "Would you be open to collaborating on this? By combining our efforts, we might unravel the truth.''

Amanda considered Beverly’s request, and her expression was thoughtful. "I agree, Beverly. It’s important to get to the bottom of this," she replied.

The journalist smiled gratefully, a sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Amanda. I'll arrange a meeting for us to discuss this further in a more private setting. Here is my number," she said. As Beverly and Amanda wrapped up their conversation, Beverly offered a warm goodbye before departing.

After Beverly left, Amanda locked her door and retrieved her phone from her handbag to add Beverly’s number. As she caught sight of the keys to her desk drawer nestled in the handbag, a sudden thought crossed her mind. In a rush, she unlocked her desk drawer and saw the heart-shaped case still inside. Worrying that Beverly might have accessed it, Amanda swiftly opened the case with a series of soft clicks and carefully checked its contents.

The interior of the case was as beautifully decorated as its exterior. Along with the hairband, Amanda noticed a small silicone heart nestled inside the box. Gently unclipping it, she turned it over in her hand, puzzled by its purpose. As she examined it from all angles, she discovered a tiny slit at the bottom and began to pull. To her surprise, it was a flash drive. "Oh, what do we have here?"

Amanda mused for a moment but quickly replaced the cap. "Work first, then I can explore this," she decided, setting the flash drive on her desk before diving into her overflowing e-mail inbox.

With a gentle flourish, Amanda clicked 'send' on her final e-mail, a contented smile gracing her lips. The day had slipped away, and the golden hues of the evening began to cast long shadows in her office.

"That's the last e-mail for today," Amanda murmured. Surveying her desk, her gaze fell upon the flash drive. And... what mysteries do you hold?" she whispered, reaching for it with delicate fingers.

Amanda paused, her hand hovering over the flash drive, a contemplative furrow marring her brow. Despite her curiosity, a seed of doubt had taken root in her mind, whispering warnings of potential dangers. She weighed the risks carefully, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. "What if it's infected with malware?" she mused aloud, her voice echoing in the stillness of her office. "Or worse, what if it's some sort of trap?" She shook her head, laughing softly to herself. "I really need to stop overthinking things." Amanda thought to herself as her nimble fingers deftly lifted the pink device and quickly slipped it into the invitingly open port on the top centre of the smooth charcoal keyboard. The upper end of the USB flickered, glowing with a pleasant pink light as Amanda stared with anticipation in front of her.

The upper end of the USB flickered, glowing with a pleasant pink light as Amanda eagerly stared at the screen in front of her. Suddenly, the screen went black.

"Oh gosh, is it malware?!" Amanda panicked, quickly trying to pull the USB out of the computer while frantically wiggling the mouse.

Just as suddenly, the screen flickered back on, now bathed in a total pink light, and white letters started appearing in the upper left corner.

Initialising Darla Charms...
Loading Modules...
Verifying Integrity...
Error: Harmonious Hairband not connected. Please connect the Harmonious Hairband to continue...

Amanda scanned the command lines, a hint of tension creasing her brow. Amanda hesitated, contemplating whether to connect the hairband. A thought gently nudged her mind that she didn't want to stop now. "I might as well see where this goes," she thought. "Perhaps I could connect it, but maybe not put it on." She picked up the hairband and traced her fingers along its sleek surface. A soft vibration assured her it was activated, and with renewed focus, she turned her attention back to the screen.

Harmonious Hairband connected.

Place the Harmonious Hairband on subject to continue...

Reading the last line, Amanda hesitated. She'd already taken so many steps, and turning back now would only leave her more curious. Amanda thought for a moment, then decided to go ahead. Gently placing the hairband on her head, she felt the familiar sensation wash over her, just as it had with Barbara.

Harmonious Hairband initialising...

Harmonious Hairband ready...
Executing Darla Charms...

The command lines vanished, and the screen returned to its soft pink glow. After a few moments, a small circle appeared in the centre, resembling a pink and white swirled lollipop gently spinning. Amanda's eyes widened with curiosity as she leaned forward in anticipation.

"Darla Charms..." Amanda muttered to herself, committing the name to memory. "Clever and catchy."

As the hairband's vibrations softened, Amanda felt a soothing calm settle over her. She gently lowered her arms to her sides, allowing the relaxation to flow through her entire body. Her thoughts began to wander, and her eyes unfocused as the spiral reappeared on her screen. With each gentle pulse from the hairband, her mind grew quieter, easing her into a serene stillness until her consciousness gently drifted into a tranquil void.

Time melted away until the hairband’s gentle buzz brought Amanda back to awareness. As if guided by an unseen conductor, she straightened her posture, sitting perfectly prim and proper. With a precise and mechanical rigidity, she reached for the key to her office door and then rose from her desk, her movements as exact as clockwork. Each step was deliberate and controlled, her posture unnaturally straight, as if an invisible force choreographed her every action. Approaching the door with meticulous precision, she unlocked it and left the key in the lock as she gently pushed the door open and stepped through.

A blissful smile spread across her face as she took a step outside of her office. The faint pink glow from her hairband pulsed in rhythm with her footsteps as she gracefully glided across the hallway. Uncertain of her destination yet unfazed by it, she continued on her way to the elevator, pressing the button with casual ease.

As the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Amanda stepped out and was greeted by Chancellor Tamara Sweety.

"Amanda! How did the donor event at Delta Omicron Lambda go?" Chancellor Sweety asked, her tone friendly yet curious.

Amanda's smile remained fixed, her eyes unfocused. Without a word, Amanda walked past the Chancellor, leaving a look of confusion behind. The soft hum of the elevator was now replaced by the pleasant tap of her heels on the white cement stairs in front of the psychology building. The gentle rustling of the trees overhead accompanied the descent, with the sparsely populated campus offering little distraction.

As Amanda approached the sorority houses, Gwendolyn's excited voice called out, "Oh, Professor Christmas!" The perky student spied the professor approaching her from the opposite direction. The perky student spotted Amanda from the opposite direction and rushed forward, clutching a small stack of books against her chest with a forced, bright, and friendly smile. Her earlier frustration had been replaced with a cheerful demeanour, though her nervous energy was evident as she hurried to meet Amanda.

"It's so lucky we ran into each other," Gwendolyn gushed overly cheerfully. "I was just meeting with the other officers at KIS, and I let them know you were handling the problem with the Delta O's..." She paused to inhale, then asked hopefully, "Have you made a decision yet?", looking expectantly up at Amanda with wide eyes.

Amanda smiled docilely, only faintly aware that someone was nearby. The pleasant sensations from the hairband consumed her mind, leaving little room for other thoughts. Without pausing or turning her head, she walked past the bubbly student at a steady pace.

"Professor?" Gwendolyn called out, trying to get her attention, but Amanda was already moving away, leaving the student watching her with a baffled expression.

Amanda walked confidently toward the DOL sorority house, which loomed invitingly as she neared the northeast corner of campus. The delicate, sweet scent of yellow honeysuckle blossoms, growing thickly on the iron fence surrounding the pink, three-story house, drifted pleasantly past her. She turned onto the wide white sidewalk and approached the ornate iron gate in front of the house.

Her heels clicked against the white sidewalk as she moved, soon joined by another set of heels that fell into perfect step beside her. As they continued forward toward the gate, Amanda smiled blissfully, feeling happier and happier the closer she got to the sorority. Footsteps from the other direction joined in the rhythm as the familiar figure of Beverly Stylish approached the gate from the opposite direction. Like Amanda, the news anchor wore a similar hairband in her hair and smiled dreamily as she walked with a steady gait.

Just then, Felicity Velvet appeared, moving gracefully toward the gate. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a sheer emerald green blouse that matched the wide emerald hairband that neatly held back her dark, straight hair. Her heels clicked in harmony with Amanda’s and Beverly’s, creating a perfect rhythm as she joined them. Felicity fell into step beside them, completing the line of three.

A soft, soothing beeping tone sounded as a faint pink beam of light swept across the three women standing in a perfect line, scanning them from head to toe. "Beverly Stylish... recognised... Amanda Christmas... recognized... Felicity Velvet... recognized," a pleasant computerized voice spoke soothingly as the beam flickered out and the gates began to swing open with a dull mechanical click.

The three women mounted the steps in perfect synchronicity, their heels tapping a steady march as they approached the front door. Pausing for a moment, they basked in the warmth of the cosy sorority house, a haven amidst the bustling world outside. A wide pink beam of light swept over them, flickering across their faces to verify their identities before granting them access.

"Welcome home..." a soothing, computerised voice said softly as the front doors swung open with a gentle whirring sound. The women stepped across the threshold into the spacious foyer with its high ceiling, feeling embraced by the familiar atmosphere.

Standing docilely at attention, they watched as the doors closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them safely inside. Faint, steady footsteps drew closer, and after a few moments, the tall, slender, and voluptuous Barbara Enchantelle entered the room. She wore her perfectly fitted pink and white sorority uniform.

"Hello and welcome, lovelies," she said pleasantly as she greeted the women, her voice full of warmth as she stepped forward to wrap her arms around each of the passive women in greeting that infused the air around them with the delightful scent of peach blossoms.

"I see that the Happy Heart Homeward helped you find your way home!" Barbara added, her eyes twinkling as she held up her necklace, its gem catching the light with a soft glow.

"I'm so glad that each of you was able to join me today. I have a lovely little interlude planned for you... if you'll follow me," she said in a soothing voice as she turned to lead them toward the adjoining parlour with a slight swish of her skirt.

Amanda smiled blissfully as the soothing tones of Barbara's voice flowed into her thoughts. She turned to her right to follow behind Beverly as the busty blonde swayed gracefully after the Sorority President. "Please, take a seat and relax for a few moments... I've invited two other guests who will be arriving to join us soon," Barbara said with a mischievous smile. She gestured with a small golden sceptre adorned with a large pink gem toward a long, elegantly upholstered couch made from dark, hardwood and delicately gilded floral fabric. Amanda felt her hairband tingling pleasantly as she marched compliantly forward. She primly seated herself in tandem with the two other women with smooth, refined movements. Each was careful to maintain a perfect, elegant posture as they perched at the edge of the couch, legs pressed pleasantly together and tilted slightly to one side. Barbara smiled approvingly as she observed the three women.

"Could I interest you in a little treat?" Barbara offered with an inviting smile. She tapped on her phone for a moment, causing the three women to open their mouths. "I see that you all desire one. " With a deft motion, Barbara slipped a heart-shaped chocolate into each waiting mouth.

"Wonderful, I'm excited to play a little bit of dress-up with you today... as soon as... ah, I hear them now," Barbara grinned as soft, faint footsteps began to draw closer. "Remember, darlings... I expect you to be on your best possible behaviour." With a small wave of her sceptre, she sent soothing, tingling sensations flowing through the women's bodies, momentarily causing their hairbands to pulse with soft, soothing light.

The brusque light footsteps drew closer to the parlour as Felicity, Amanda, and Beverly maintained their poised postures, keeping their heads facing forward. Meanwhile, Barbara turned to greet the new arrivals. "Perfect timing," she said with a smile as Anastacia and Skylar stepped into view, clad in their pink and white sorority uniforms that hugged their well-toned bodies perfectly.

"Oooh, they look so dreamy!" Anastacia exclaimed in a delighted voice, her hands clutching together as she observed the three women sitting placidly on the couch. Her excitement caused a gentle sway of her generous breasts beneath her tightly fitted white blouse. Beside her, Skylar smirked with a look of smug satisfaction, studying the three women carefully before turning her attention to Barbara and giving her a sly, subtle smile and nod.

"Now that everyone is here, I have a little surprise for our lovely guests. We're going to have a little fitting session," Barbara announced happily, exchanging knowing looks with the other girls. "Beverly, Amanda, Felicity... if you'd all be dolls and stand up for me, we can begin," she continued in a pleasant, soothing voice, accompanied by a small wave of her sceptre designed to prompt a compliant response.

"Do you remember that I measured you last night when you were all so sleepy? Well, all the sisters have been hard at work to make something very pretty for you," Anastacia said playfully as she approached with three boxes. With a flourish, she opened them, revealing three pairs of heels in pink, green, and yellow.

"Let's see how excited they are to try them on," Skylar remarked with a smirk.

"Oh, sure," Barbara responded pleasantly. She tapped on her phone, and the three women obediently removed their heels, replacing them with new sparkling ones.

She tapped on her phone, and the three women obediently removed their heels and replaced them with new ones. "Just wait until you see the special features, Skylar added.

Anastacia beamed with pride as she admired the matching colours of the heels and hairbands. "Skylar, aren't they just perfect in their Honey Heels? Your designs really brought everything together beautifully," she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement and admiration.

"Ladies, shall we put them on display?" Barbara proposed, her tone light and inviting. With a gentle tap on her phone, a soft ping echoed through the room, prompting Amanda, Felicity, and Beverly to rise from their seats in perfect unison.

Amanda swayed unsteadily as she did her best to maintain her balance. Glancing down, she realised that her stylish but sensible shoes had somehow been replaced with a pair of sparkling pink high heels that made her legs look several inches longer. Beside her, both Felicity and Beverly shared a similar state as they saw the three sorority sisters approach.

"Oh, we had better make sure to keep our proper posture now, ladies..." Anastacia said pleasantly as she stepped beside Beverly Stylish and wrapped a supportive arm around her waist. "I think I have just the thing for you," she whispered softly in the news anchor's ear as she leaned forward and gently nuzzled her neck. Beverly smiled docilely, standing primly at attention, her shoulders back and her arms hanging limply at her sides as Anastacia slipped a white lace corset into place around her waist and began to expertly weave the lace ribbons up her spine, tightening it to cinch in her waist and enhance her figure.

Beside her, Amanda could feel her breathing being restricted as Barbara mirrored Anastacia's motions with the docile professor, and Skylar did the same with Felicity.

"There, that should help you to keep proper posture..." Skylar said with a satisfied smile as she stepped back to admire her work, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she hovered over the cute pink ribbon above Felicity's breasts, tied into a large bow at the top front center of each of the garments.

Anastacia smiled and nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "Oh, yes, they look so beautiful, and now they are standing so primly and steadily... Isn't that much better, sweetie?" she cooed pleasantly as she gently stroked the dazed Beverly Stylish, her tone filled with subtle satisfaction.

Beside her, Amanda felt a curious sensation, like a gentle embrace wrapping around her torso. She tilted her chin downward, trying to catch a glimpse of the garment she now wore. Despite its snugness, it somehow felt oddly comforting, as if it were cocooning her in a sense of security.

"Now, darling... remember to maintain your proper posture..." Barbara whispered softly in her ear as she wrapped her arms around Amanda from behind, gently sliding them up her body, neck and beneath her chin, gently correcting the posture of her head until she was once against facing directly forward. "There, that's better..." Barbara cooed, "Let's make sure you remember that now..." she continued in a pleasant voice as she slipped a white lace collar into place around Amanda's neck and began to tighten it.

As Barbara continued her adjustments, Amanda became increasingly aware of the fabric constricting around her midsection, cinching in her waist with each gentle tug. It was then that she realized with a start that the garment wasn't just a piece of clothing but a corset. It made her feel pleasant and dreamy as she tilted her chin downward and tried to catch a glimpse of her new corset, which made her feel cosily confined despite its constricting effect on her body.

Amanda let out a blissful sigh as she relaxed into a prim and proper posture, feeling the gentle guidance of the constricting clothing, correcting her stance effortlessly. Behind her, Barbara made a few final adjustments, her movements slow and deliberate as she trailed her hand lightly across Amanda's neck and shoulders.

"That's much better, isn't it..." Barbara cooed softly, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement as she stepped toward a small table. With perfectly polished pink fingernails, she lifted another chocolate dolly delight, raising it toward Amanda's partially parted lips. "Here..." she coaxed softly, slipping it past Amanda's yielding lips and observing the expression of dreamy bliss spreading across her face.

"I think our Debutantes-to-be are ready for the next step..." Skylar exclaimed with a delighted look in her eyes as she stepped into place beside Barbara while Anastacia joined her on the other side. "A little mental and visual makeover is definitely in order..." she giggled, her excitement contagious as both Anastacia and Barbara nodded in agreement.

As Amanda relaxed into her prim posture, the words "debutantes-to-be" echoed faintly in her mind, but she didn't dwell on them for long. The blissful sensation from her hairband enveloped her, pushing any lingering thoughts to the back of her mind. Behind her, Barbara's soft voice and gentle touch guided her through the motions. Each adjustment met with a contented sigh from Amanda.

Lost in a blissful reverie, Amanda gazed ahead without any sense of time passing, patiently awaiting Barbara's next move. With a soft click, Barbara retrieved a small golden makeup kit and opened it. "Lips together for me..." she instructed, tapping on her phone as the open mouths of Amanda, Beverly, and Felicity obediently closed. Anastacia and Skylar positioned themselves on either side of Amanda, forming a poised trio in front of Felicity and Beverly. ''Let's play the doll-up module,'' Barbara said as she pressed on her phone. Anastacia couldn't help but giggle softly, and the three sorority sisters exchanged knowing glances, their lips curling into smirks as they prepared for what was to come. In perfect unison, they began to sing in a gentle, soothing harmony:

♫ Standing tall, like a darling fair ♫
♫ Arms at my side, with regal flair ♫
♫ Legs together, in graceful sway ♫
♫ Chest pushed out in a lovely display ♫

As they sang, they softly brushed a layer of foundation onto the three women's docile faces, their words flowing into the minds of the entranced women. The words seemed perfectly timed and filled their thoughts without resistance as they followed along. Amanda blinked blissfully as she stared vacantly forward, letting the words flow into her mind, accepting them without question. Barbara hummed and sang softly as she pulled the cap from the pink lip gloss with a soft web-popping click and lifted the smooth, gleaming tip of the applicator to Amanda's lips, moving it around and around with slow, soothing, hypnotic motions as she continued singing softly together with the other sorority girls.

♫ Chin up high, like a lady divine ♫
♫ Toes point in, in a ballet line ♫
♫ Big smile glowing, with royal grace ♫
♫ Small breaths in this enchanted place! ♫

Amanda smiled dreamily, enjoying the gentle sensations on her lips and skin. The hairband on her head tingled pleasantly, pulsing in perfect time with the other women's hairbands and the chanting rhythm of the song. Barbara smiled, waving her sceptre gracefully in front of the three women, simultaneously activating their corsets, collars, honey heels, and happy hairbands. "I think it's time for our volunteers to have a little one-on-one time. What do you think, girls?" Barbara asked with a grin.

Both Anastacia and Skylar responded with enthusiastic nods. "It's time for you to come with me, Mandy..." Barbara whispered gently as she clipped a long, slender pink leash onto Amanda's collar and gave it a gentle tug.

"Oh, they look so beautiful and lovely; they will make perfect Dolly Debutantes..." Anastacia giggled in delight as she attached a leash to the dazedly smiling Beverly Stylish and began to lead her toward an upstairs bedroom.

Amanda walked primly and proudly as she was paraded toward Barbara's bedroom. It was so easy for her not to think and simply allow herself to be comfortably controlled. The subtle, gentle tugs on her leash guided her, controlling her movements.

The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click, and Amanda dazedly realized she was now alone with Barbara in the intimacy of her large, sprawling bedroom. High, wide windows overlooked the back DOL gardens, while high ceilings provided soft ambient lighting. A large canopy bed covered with a pink bedspread and pillows beckoned invitingly.

"Let's play a little game," Barbara suggested innocently, guiding the dreamy professor toward her bed. "It's a fun way for us to get better acquainted. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," she added slyly.

Amanda smiled blissfully as Barbara slipped an arm around her waist and gently pushed her forward onto the soft, high bed. "It's so comfortable, isn't it?" Barbara asked pleasantly as she slipped onto the bed beside her, sliding her fingers through Amanda's hair.

"This is a game of Truth and Tell," Barbara explained with a giggle. "I'm going to ask you a question, and once you answer, I'll let you know if you're telling the truth," she added with another giggle. "How does that sound to you?" she asked pleasantly.

"I... I don't... know..." Amanda responded uncertainly in a distant voice, unable to fully process what Barbara was saying to her.

Barbara laughed. "You're so silly, Mandy. Of course, you know—it's a wonderful idea, and you're very excited to play with me. In fact, we already seem to have started," she giggled in delight, watching Amanda nodding in compliant agreement.

"Do you think I'm pretty...?" Barbara asked in a soft, seductive voice as her fingers gently stroked, teased, and styled Amanda's hair. She pressed her lips close to Amanda's neck, humming softly.

Amanda blinked docilely, uncertain of how she felt. "I... umm...." she murmured, feeling confused by the question.

Barbara slid her arms around Amanda, gently caressing her breasts as she whispered softly, "You think I'm the prettiest and most beautiful girl you've ever met, Mandy... and you love me with all of your heart and soul," she explained in a soothing tone that Amanda felt herself agreeing with completely.

"Yes, Barbara... you are so very pretty... the most beautiful," Amanda breathed dreamily.

Barbara giggled happily. "And who do you love with all of your heart and soul?" she prompted with a tender squeeze.

Amanda blinked docilely for a moment as her sluggish thoughts tried to process the question. "...I love Barbara with all my heart and soul..." she repeated dreamily, feeling a slight sense of pride that she knew the answer to the question. She was instantly rewarded with a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

"That's very good, Mandy... you got that one right," Barbara said approvingly as she placed her hands on the dreamy professor's shoulders. "Why don't you just lay back and relax so you can focus more on our little game..." Barbie suggested in a tone that was impossible to resist as she applied gentle pressure and slowly pushed Amanda onto her back in the centre of the large, comfortable bed.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" she asked pleasantly as she knelt beside her and leaned forward to stare into Amanda's unfocused eyes.

Amanda blinked compliantly up at the pink canopy, feeling relaxed and uncertain. "I ... don't know..." she murmured softly.

Barbara giggled, "It is better, you feel much more relaxed and suggestible now..." she explained in a calm, soothing tone that let Amanda know that was the truth.

"I have some important questions to ask you now, and I want to make sure you remember them, Mandy. I'm going to make sure you are rewarded whenever you get one right." Barbara explained with a shiver of arousal and delight as she teased the tip of her golden sceptre down Mandy's yielding body and casually let it come to a stop between her legs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Barbara asked suggestively.

Amanda blinked dazedly for a moment as she tried to process the question, "... Yes... I would...?" she responded dreamily, feeling a sudden wave of pleasure and arousal coursing through her body as the sceptre began to vibrate intensely between her legs.

"Ooh, that's right... very good, Mandy." Barbara exclaimed in a delighted tone, "Now let's try something a little harder, what is your favourite colour?" she prompted with a predatory look in her blue eyes and she leaned forward intently.

Amanda sighed blissfully, unable to think or process the question for several moments, ".... lavender. ..." she replied in a dreamy, distant voice. Barbara laughed in delight as she corrected the professor.

"That's close, but not quite... your favourite colour is pink." she said in a pleasant scolding tone, "Let's try again... what is your favourite colour?" she prompted with an eager smile.

Amanda blinked vacantly for a moment as her mind slowly processed the question, "... Pink." she replied with a blissful sigh and a soft moan as she was rewarded with another wave of pleasure as the sceptre activated with another strong pulsing vibration.

"That's perfect, Mandy..." Barbara cooed, and she leaned forward and smiled, "Your lips are so luscious and kissable, Mandy... what is your naturally perfect hair colour?" she asked innocently as she gently slid her fingertip across Amanda's slightly parted lips.

Amanda stared vacantly up at Barbara as the attractive sorority president gently shook her head, causing her blonde hair to sway pleasantly around her face as she smiled encouragingly down at the helplessly hypnotised professor. "Blonde..." Mandy murmured dreamily, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she was rewarded for the right answer.

"That's wonderful, you're correct... and I didn't even need to tell you that time," Barbara exclaimed with a happy note in her voice as she smiled approvingly down at the professor, and innocently pushed her fingertips past her full pink lips and into her mouth.

"Next question, which is the best sorority with unimpeachable grace and perfect behaviour that is beyond reproach?" Barbara asked with a smile as she looked down expectantly at Mandy. "... I... I... am... unsure...." Mandy responded with a note of dreamy confusion in her voice that was slightly slurred by Barbara's fingers, which were slowly sliding in and out of her mouth. She felt disappointed that she had the wrong answer and had not received her reward.

Barbara giggled, "Oopsie, someone needs to be reminded that Delta Omicron Lambda is the best sorority, a level above the rest..." she explained in a patient tone as she waited for Mandy to respond. "Yes, ... the best sorority.... above the rest..." Mandy repeated with a nod of compliant acceptance as Barbie slid her fingers back into Amanda's mouth with a smile and pressed the tip of her golden sceptre down firmly between Amanda's legs. "You're such a quick learner. It's so much fun teaching you things for a change."

Barbara giggled as she watched Amanda's eyes lose focus as she wriggled with pleasure. "That's really wonderful, now let's try something a little bit more interesting... that will be much more fun..." Barbara stood up and walked to her closet, opening the door to reveal a neatly organised space. She reached up to a high shelf and pulled down a small, silvery-coloured box labelled "Kissy Pops." With a mischievous smile, she opened the box and pulled out some silky silvery-rose-coloured panties,

Amanda, staring at the ceiling, felt that Barbara gently pulled her heels off and, with a warm hand, moved up her felt that her panties were being removed, and with deft motions, Barbara glided the new panties into place, carefully securing each side. She then attached the garter belt, fastening the clasps to the stockings with precision, ensuring a perfect and elegant fit.

With a soft giggle, Barbara tapped her phone, watching as the garter belt gently cinched around Amanda's waist. "There we go, all snug and perfect," she said tenderly, her eyes sparkling with affection. Barbara leaned in as the Kissy Pops moulded to Amanda's curves for a perfect fit, whispering, "Just like they were made for you, my dear."

"And you know what's even more lovely?" Barbara continued, her voice filled with excitement. "These Kissy Pops aren't just fashionable. Their gentle vibrations will always keep you feeling wonderful, like little kisses against your skin." She winked at Amanda, adding, "Consider it our little secret for pure bliss." Barbara winked playfully. "Guess who has the magic touch to make them even more fabulous? That's right, yours truly." Barbara giggled, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, get ready," Barbara continued, her tone sweet and teasing, "because I have a feeling these Kissy Pops will become your new obsession. Trust me, they'll have you feeling like a princess in no time."

"Now, say it after me, Mandy," Barbara continued, her voice gentle and coaxing, her eyes alight with anticipation. "I absolutely adore wearing Kissy Pops at work every single day. They make me feel like a total princess!"

Amanda couldn't help but giggle at Barbara's infectious enthusiasm. "I absolutely adore wearing Kissy Pops at work every single day," she echoed, her smile growing wider with each word. "They make me feel like a total princess!" Her voice was filled with delight, mirroring Barbara's charming demeanour.

As Barbara's eyes sparkled with mischief, she reached out and gently stimulated Amanda's hairband, causing a tingling sensation to ripple through Amanda's scalp. "Let's make this even more fun, Mandy," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement. "Are you ready?"

Amanda nodded eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, Barbara, I'm ready for anything," she replied, a hint of nervousness mingling with her excitement.

With a mischievous grin, Barbara tapped a few buttons on her phone, activating a series of playful vibrations within the Kissy Pops. As the sensations danced across Amanda's skin, she couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, her body tingling with delight.

Barbara watched with delight as Amanda's cheeks flushed with excitement, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "You're doing great, Mandy," she encouraged, her voice filled with admiration. "Just relax and let the magic happen."

But as the sensations intensified, Amanda's breath hitched in her throat, her body quivering with overwhelming pleasure. "Barbara," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I think I'm..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Amanda's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as she succumbed to the overwhelming stimulation. With a soft sigh, she slumped against Barbara, her consciousness slipping away as blissful oblivion claimed her.

Barbara leaned in with a devious grin, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Rest well, my sleeping beauty," she said softly. With a gentle touch, she caressed Amanda’s cheek, her lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. “We’re going to have so much fun together,” she whispered, her voice full of promise.

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