The shopping trip passed in the blink of an eye. At least, that's what it felt like to Ellie. She lay on her bed exhausted. Bags of shopping sprawled on the floor and upon the duvet around her from multitudes of stores. Ellie couldn't remember the last time she'd been to so many in her life. Nor would she have ever purchased so much for herself, but her Aunt Beatrice had insisted and when a powerful woman like her insisted, one should obey. Ellie was good at obeying her Aunt Beatrice. It made her happy. She smiled.

"Go to your room. Lie down for a few minutes. Then unpack in order Eleanor," Aunt Beatrice had said upon arriving home to the apartment. Departing to her room left Ellie to slowly shuffle the bags from the front door to her bedroom. The staff had helped bring the bags up at her Aunt's behest but made no effort to continue the generosity. Ellie had contemplated asking for help but at the time hadn’t want to take advantage of the staff, but on her fourth trip it became obvious they were here to help with this sort of thing and she should have been a little more confident to ask them. 

Finally all the bags were in her room. Ellie looked at them all excited to dig into her finds and any special things her Aunt had bought her. Ellie closed the door to her room and grabbed the first back. The first shop they went to. Ellie remembered being excited to see the torn black jeans and wanted them instantly. Thankfully her Aunt Beatrice had obliged her, but now that she was home that same excitement seemed less pertinent. The coarse denim hung in her fingertips. They were nice jeans. They were good, in fact. But Ellie found them somewhat lacklustre, like they didn’t represent her in a way she wanted. They didn’t feel… powerful enough. Ellie found a spare hanger and put them in her wardrobe. Perhaps one day she’d wear them. Ellie found herself thinking the same about the t-shirt she pulled out next. It was obviously high quality, but like the jeans it felt… casual, and laid-back. 

‘These choices don’t particularly command the room Eleanor. I think we can find better.’ Ellie could remember what her Aunt said. And she was right. Obviously. They didn’t command the room, or attention from anyone. Ellie wanted to command attention.

Ellie moved onto the second bag. These items were from the same shop but her Aunt had persuaded her to get them. Black boots with 3 inch wedge heels, a bright red scarf for the cooler months as well as a black wool overcoat. Clothing items Ellie never would have purchased for herself for various reasons and excuses she could have told herself. But again, her Aunt was right, they were eye-catching, fashionable, and elegant. Slowly she moved each one to the wardrobe after doing a little fashion show of each item in the room. Ellie felt a buzz inside herself wearing them. Like… they were the sorts of clothes she was meant to be wearing. 

The following bags went much the same. Various articles of clothing from different stores. Some Ellie had picked out, that on reflection were somewhat childish and unrefined picks, and her aunts decisions that were bolder, braver, more confident, and better. Each item her Aunt had chosen was tried on, and each one felt great. Ellie could already put together about two dozen outfits (from just her Aunt’s selection) and there were still plenty of bags to come. Slowly the sea of bags began to recede leaving only a couple. Ellie tried to rack her mind but couldn’t recall which shops they were from. But she knew the order.

Firstly a small red bag was perched innocently on the ground. It was barely bigger than her hand so it couldn’t be clothing. A quick glance inside showed a dark tube. Lipstick. Ellie tensed up. The last time she wore makeup was for her formal dance and it was not something she enjoyed. But this was just lipstick. It wasn’t a whole face of makeup, and her Aunt always looked so amazing with her makeup done. She popped off the cap. A crimson red stared back at her as she began to slowly twist the base to bring it out. Her eyes were fixated on the colour. Even as she closed her eyes she could see the red. She could feel the power of the colour as it surged through her. Imagining wearing it did nothing but fuel the intensity. When Ellie opened her eyes, she found herself looking in her mirror. Her lips now painted the same red. Arousal made her knees wobble. As she looked upon herself she felt attractive. Powerful. With only a little bit of lipstick. Ellie could only imagine what a full face of makeup would make her feel like. Moving towards the mirror only made the feelings more intense. A reminder of this feeling was a perfect idea that formed, not of Ellie’s own fruition, but she believed it was as she planted a kiss on the mirror leaving a delicate outline of her painted lips. Perfect. A bright smile took residence on her face as she turned to the next bag.

This was a black bag. Larger than the lipstick, but smaller than a shirt or a dress or the like. It was light enough to be clothing. Inside sat a saucy set of lingerie. A red lace bra and panties sat nestled in white wrapping paper. Ellie shook slightly. Her cheeks flushed almost as red as her painted lips. A part of her mind felt off. It was at war with her hands that slowly unravelled the panties and shimmied them up her legs. Inappropriate was a word that jumped through a foggy mind but was quickly shaken off as the panties found their place. A perfect fit. The thin waist band held a rather generous patch of lace against her vulva. A quick turn showed the connection hiding neatly in her rear. The voice in her mind quietened a little. Slowly while admiring herself in the mirror Ellie began to affix the bra. It slid into place around her breasts perfectly. Both pieces fit as if they were made to measure which seemed weird to Ellie. She couldn’t remember the last time underwear felt comfortable. Her Aunt Beatrice must have a good eye for sizing. Ellie would have to thank her for buying something so nice as a present. But before that, one bag remained.

Ellie approached it tentatively. Desperately, she scoured her mind for any semblance of recollection to the contents hidden away. But it was blank. All Ellie knew was that this bag was the final one. Nervousness ran through her nerves. Or was it nervousness? Ellie questioned the feeling as she clenched her legs together. A spark travelled dangerously up her spine causing her to bite her lip. It was strange. This feeling was new. None of the other bags elicited a response similar. So as the folds of fabric inside parted to reveal a sleek black silicone dildo, surprise wouldn't really be the correct word to describe how Ellie felt. Shock was perhaps more apt, but it was more at the fact her Aunt Beatrice would buy her something like this rather than the item actually being in the bag because a part of her did know it was there. Her hand crept in absent-mindedly. A shiver crossed her mind as the tips of her fingers glided over the smooth surface. It was cold. It looked really nice... Ellie gripped it. It slightly wobbled under her grasp, but was otherwise very sturdy. It felt nice too. Slowly she took it out of the bag. The cloth slid off easily and fell lazily back into the bag. It was heavier than Ellie expected as she held it in front of herself. Bigger too. It wasn't huge by any means, but it certainly wasn't small. Ellie gulped. Her eyes snapped to the mirror. Her tongue skirted her red lips. The red lace lingerie. The black dildo. Power. Ellie felt it. Sparks of arousal blitzed through her mind to her nether regions. Hungrily she stared at the dildo. It would be rude to not at least try such a generous gift after all. The girl in the mirror nodded. Perhaps that was Ellie providing herself the encouragement she needed? It was no matter as in only a few moments, she was sat on her bed staring at the mirror, her panties pushed to the side and the head of the dildo slipping into her slick folds. 

A whisper of a gasp slipped through Ellie’s lips like a leaf parting a branch in the wind. All the while, the dildo slid cleanly in. Slowly, she began to pull it back out all the while holding the base. It felt good. Really good. Any semblance of doubt was soon extinguished by the floods of pleasure that roared like fire. Ellie leant back using one arm to stabilise herself the other to use the dildo. It slipped in and out easily. The silicone began to glisten from her juices coating it, but Ellie paid little attention to that. Instead she looked at the girl in the mirror. Mouth agape. Sweaty forehead. Hunched over. Not only was her hand pushing the dildo in, her hips rolled to match the rhythm. It was hot. But Ellie found it hotter to imagine someone else fucking her with the dildo. Someone she commanded. The girl in the mirror was another person. Ellie wanted to make them work for her orgasm. They were trying so hard. She could see it. The way they grimaced with effort. The grimace was quickly eclipsed by a loud moan as the pleasure threatened to break the dam. God. Ellie was close. The girl in the mirror was going to cum too. Fuck she was hot. Her tits were incredible. Ellie loved them. The girl was staring at Ellie’s tits too. That only fuelled the fire in Ellie’s body. She could control this girl with her tits. 

“We’re going to cum at the same time,” she gasped in between moans. Each word a fight against her body’s instincts.

The girl nodded at Ellie. Ellie nodded at the girl. Permission. She came. Her body locked into place hunched over. Moaning breaths echoed in the room. In her mind. Her muscles clenched down on the dildo as her juices began to flow and leak spilling onto the bedsheets and the floor below. After a few moments Ellie fell back a wide smile on her face and the dildo still half buried inside of her. That was good.

It was about thirty minutes later that Ellie stirred. She carefully dislodged the dildo from herself; the once glistening juices were now reduced to a crust. She blushed. She’d needed a rest but perhaps cleanup should have taken precedence. Quickly she went to her small ensuite and washed it off. A quick inspection of her sheets showed a noticeable stain. One she wasn’t comfortable sleeping on. Ellie bundled them up before realising she didn’t actually know where to put them or how to get new ones. She shuddered. Hoping to avoid her Aunt for the rest of the day was far gone now as she dressed in her old clothes and walked somewhat ashamedly through the apartment to her Aunt’s room. 

“Come in,” her Aunt called after a couple rapt knocks.

Ellie opened the door. Instantly her Aunt’s perfume seemed to surround her and fill her senses “Hey Aunt Beatrice, I spilled some food on my bed sheets. How do I get new ones?” The lie tastes a little sour on her tongue but there wasn’t a reason her Aunt wouldn’t believe her.

Ellie pressed her legs together as her Aunt stared at her for a few moments.

“You can tell me the truth Ellie. You know that. Deep breath and out with it.”

Ellie nodded. She took a deep breath as instructed revelling in the beautiful scent that surrounded her. “I-I was enjoying your gifts. Particularly the final one and made a mess with it.” Ellie expected an admonishment but instead was met with a knowing nod.

“Was it good?”

Ellie nodded again.

“I notice you aren’t in any of your new clothes Eleanor. Are they disappointing?”

“No Aunt Beatrice. Not at all. I have the lingerie on. I felt ashamed from the mess I made and like I didn't deserve to wear your kind gifts.”

“Nonsense Eleanor. Enjoying oneself is nothing to be ashamed of. Wear your new clothes.”

Ellie nodded. She would put on the new clothes.

“Excellent. Dump the sheets down the laundry chute in the foyer and ask for some new ones to be sent up. The staff will take care of it.” The answer was less an explanation and more of a command.

“Yes Aunt Beatrice,” was the correct response. 

“And before you forget put your new present away.”

Ellie nodded and blushed. She would have forgotten. Ellie called down for some new linen and quickly went to her room to tidy up. All the now empty shopping bags were shoved into one corner. Ellie then went into the closet and picked out a loose white button up shirt and black pants to wear. She left a few buttons undone revealing a small hint of the red lace bra underneath. Then she went to grab the dildo from the vanity but as she did so noticed her lipstick was smudged quite drastically. Ellie quickly touched it up. For not being much into makeup, she really enjoyed the feelings it elicited in her. She finished just in time as the door bell rung. She tossed the dildo into a nightstand drawer and rushed to get her sheets.

At the door was a young maid. She would only have been early 20s. A darker complexion with long black hair pulled into tight braids. Dull green eyes and a shy smile were offered as greeting from behind the pile of fresh white linen. The girls eyes darted around. Ellie could tell the occasion flicker landed on her chest for the briefest of moments. Ellie directed her to her room feeling a certain thrill from making her do this. Not the menial work itself, but a task in general. She continued to watch the work not because she had to but because she was imagining this girl enamoured with her chest. Ellie imagined her unable to look away, unable to do anything but serve her. Ellie liked that idea. Hell, she loved it. So when she partially blocked the doorway as the girl left forcing her to look at Ellie and her chest and squeeze past a thrill ran through Ellie that prompted another session with her new present. 

“Thank you,” Ellie called before retreating to put her gift to use again.

The maid turned offering a bowed head before continuing down the hall and out of the apartment.

Ellie near ripped the drawer open as she grabbed the dildo eager to put it to use again. This time, with some towels down. This time Ellie was focused clearly on the image of the maid. Ellie was sprawled across the bed, her pants down around her ankles as she went to work. Perhaps she could get the maid to pleasure her with the dildo. The idea quickly sent her careening beyond the edge. In conclusion of the session, a switch flicked in her mind. Ellie decided that maid would be hers.