“Yes, Mistress.” The phrase seemed to form in her mouth on its own. Miko had not commanded Keri to call her that, and Keri wondered if the title was reserved for Sophie alone.
Miko just smiled faintly, as though this form of address was only natural and expected.
The afternoon continued. Keri tried on every outfit in the dressing room, and a few more that Miko went out and came back with. Each time Keri modeled another outfit, she had to strip herself naked again, yet nudity proved less humiliating than some of the outlandish clothing she wore. Several times that day, Keri had trouble recognizing the w***e staring back from the mirror. Sometime she had to giggle at the absurd apparition, and Miko joined her in laughter. Sharing such moments, Keri felt forgiven for her earlier resistance.
