Lin smiled to herself as her lover called her “mistress,” making sure Julia couldn’t see her grin as not to break the illusion. Finally, the auburn-haired beauty seemed to realize that there was no way out of this predicament, and turned to walk towards the door. Lin quickly walked over to the kitchen nook and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the fridge; then, she followed closely behind her girlfriend, ready to “encourage” her at the first sign of hesitation.<br/><br/>Down on the street, Julia turned to her. “Where do we go first, Mistress?” She was looking very nervous, and Lin couldn’t blame her. She wouldn’t want this done to herself… but then, she wasn’t the sub in this relationship. Grinning at the sluttily dressed girl, Lin lifted the bottle in her hand and shook it, sloshing the considerable amount of liquid inside it around. “Don’t forget this, my dear.” She swept her arm around, indicating the street which stretched off in both directions. “You decide where you want to go. You’re the one who’s looking for men, after all… I’m going to be following at a distance and enjoying the show.”