Rose's Descent

The cobbled path would have been difficult enough to walk on in these heels even before the sea of cocktails she had drunk that evening, Rose thought to herself as she struggled to maintain her balance. But despite her light head and unsteady feet, she knew she had no regrets about how the evening had gone. This was the first time she had felt genuinely happy in months. 

She felt a strong arm take hers and prop her upright, guiding her to the door of the impressive townhouse that loomed over her. Rose looked up at her new friend who had made all this possible and gave her a sheepish smile.

‘Th-thank you Evelyn,’ she slurred in her thick Irish accent ‘I'm sorry I've g-got so drunk.’

‘That's quite alright my dear,’ Evelyn smiled back ‘it happens to the best of us, now let's get you inside and more comfortable shall we?’

Once Evelyn had unlocked the door, Rose stumbled through into the living room and collapsed in a heap on the sofa. As Evelyn locked up and made her way into the kitchen, Rose lay back and thought over the events that had led her to this point, almost laughing at how insignificant they now seemed.

Her troubles had all started around a year ago, when feeling bored and trapped by her strict Catholic upbringing, she had left the small village in rural Ireland she had grown up in and gone to start an exciting new life in London. 

She was so thrilled on that first day as she picked up the keys to her small studio flat and at first everything seemed to slot perfectly into place. The flat wasn't exactly luxury but it would do and within a month of looking, she managed to get a position on a paid internship writing for a well-known fashion magazine.

The job paid enough to cover her rent and for her to start really enjoying living in the big city. Rose was a pretty girl, her pale skin, slim but full physique and natural blonde hair had always been popular with the boys and now was no different. She received plenty of male attention and soon began dating Scott, one of the writers at the magazine. He was handsome, funny and made her feel giddy with excitement. Frankly he was just her perfect man.

Being a talented writer who had years of experience at her local paper back home, Rose excelled and was by some distance the best intern that year. She was seeing a great guy, living in a buzzing, vibrant city and was almost guaranteed her dream job at the end of the internship. Life was looking pretty damn good for her.

But that bitch had taken it all away. That bitch was Jennifer, another of the interns at the magazine. She was nowhere near as talented as Rose and knowing that she wasn't going to get a job at the end of the internship made her incredibly jealous. What Jennifer lacked in ability, she made up for with her looks. She was like a Barbie doll with her platinum blonde hair, huge busty tits and face constantly plastered in layers of make-up. Her flirtatious nature also made her very popular with the men in the office and this is how she made her move.

Two months before the internship finished Jennifer began an affair with the magazine's editor and before long her articles and interviews started to get more and more prominent while Rose was reduced to writing the crosswords. It was no surprise that when the internship came to an end, Rose's dream job ended up going to Jennifer, leaving her devastated.

If Rose thought things couldn't get any worse, she was sadly mistaken. Not content with just taking the job, Jennifer seemed to have developed some kind of personal vendetta against her.

Two weeks after Rose lost her position at the magazine, she came home to find Scott and Jennifer together in her bed. In a rage she kicked them out and slammed the door behind them, but she would never forget the insolent smile Jennifer gave on her way out, leaving Rose in no doubt as to who had come out on top.

Rose was completely heartbroken at Scott's betrayal and cried herself to sleep for almost a week. Eventually though she pulled herself together, resolved to hold her head high and get out there to find herself a new job at another magazine. However to her dismay, she soon found that Jennifer had used her new contacts in the industry to spread vicious rumours about how Rose had stolen HER boyfriend! She completely twisted the facts and pretty much blacklisted her from every major fashion publication in the city.

After months of fruitless searching Rose gave up hope of ever landing that dream job. She even had to take a minimum wage secretarial position at a small financial firm which ate up most of her time and only just covered the rent. 

Rose was at an absolute low; her dream had turned into a nightmare and this forced her into a spiral of depression. When she wasn't working her at her mind numbingly tedious job or crying her eyes out at the mess her life had become, she did consider going home. But after making such a big deal of leaving for a new life she couldn't face returning as a failure. Just as she began to give up hope of ever being happy again, she met Evelyn.

At first Rose had been intimidated by her. Evelyn came into the firm as her new manager and initially came across as quite strict. She looked to be in her early 30’s, was very well spoken and, though she was classically beautiful, had a large imposing frame that gave her a real air of authority.

Rose was nervous around her to begin with however she soon realised that her first impression couldn't have been more wrong. Evelyn seemed to take a special interest in her and always found time for a chat. She could tell Rose was having a hard time and invited her out for a few drinks to cheer her up.

After being starved of human companionship since Scott had left, Rose eagerly accepted and was grateful for the chance to let her hair down. One Friday after work they headed down to a local cocktail bar and a couple of drinks soon turned into a full blown night on the town. As the drinks flowed the conversation soon turned to their personal lives and, spurred on by five or six cocktails, Rose burst into tears and poured out her heart to the first person who had shown her any kindness in months. 

Evelyn sat and listened to all of her problems, allowing her to vent her frustrations and occasionally touching her arm or commenting reassuringly. When Rose was finished Evelyn took her hand and calmly assured her that everything would be OK, she was there for her and would help in any way she could. Evelyn told her that she even had some connections in the fashion industry so would be able to vouch for her and maybe give her another shot at her dream job.

At last Rose could see light at the end of the tunnel. She was no longer alone; finally she had a genuine friend in this unfamiliar city and even a possible route back into the fashion industry. After months of hell things were finally looking up for her and she couldn't be happier.

Rose celebrated her new-found happiness with another round or three of drinks, all generously paid for by Evelyn. As she didn't make any of the orders herself she had no idea what she was actually drinking but she enjoyed it all the same. Strangely Evelyn didn't seem to be affected anywhere near as much as her even though she matched her drink for drink, but Rose just thought she was imagining it and carried on enjoying what had turned out to be a perfect evening.

Once the bar closed, Evelyn decided that Rose was far too drunk to return home by herself and insisted that she stay the night at hers. She was always so considerate, Rose thought to herself. That was how she had found herself here; reclining on a comfortable sofa, finally feeling good about herself and looking forward to seeing what the future held. Her thoughts snapped back to the present as she heard Evelyn calling from the kitchen.

‘Would you like another drink dear?’

‘Err yeah, s-sure,’ Rose slurred in reply.

She heard a drink being poured and a moment later Evelyn returned, handing her a generous glass of clear liquid with a single ice cube. As Evelyn sat down next to her she noticed that she hadn't poured one for herself.

‘Aren't you having one?’ Rose asked in confusion.

‘Goodness no, I've had far too much already,’ Evelyn chuckled ‘but please go ahead.’

Rose shrugged, put the glass to her lips and sipped deeply. She felt a familiar burning sensation as the spirit passed down her throat. As she drank it down Evelyn looked at her and chuckled.

‘Good isn't it,’ she remarked as Rose brought the glass away from her mouth ‘Come on now drink up, its expensive stuff.’

Rose felt like she’d had enough but took another sip out of politeness. Her eyes widened in surprise as Evelyn leaned over and tilted the glass upward, forcing the remaining liquid into her mouth.

‘There we go, you can't be wasteful now,’ Evelyn insisted ‘that's a £200 bottle of 80% proof gin your drinking!’

Rose coughed and had to force herself not to choke on the strong alcoholic spirit.

‘Haha,’ she spluttered, seeing the funny side ‘you didn't tell me that!’

She regained her composure, put the glass on the counter and exhaled deeply. Through her drunken haze she gazed at Evelyn fondly, struggling to conjure the words to express her gratitude.

‘Look Evelyn,’ Rose started ‘I j-just wanted to say… you've been so good to me… I really am grateful…’

She felt herself start to well up again and tears came unbidden to her face.

‘Hey,’ Evelyn said sympathetically, putting a hand on her shoulder ‘Come here.’

‘Thank you!’ Rose cried, leaning forward into her embrace; Evelyn pulled her in close so that the soft flesh of her breasts pressed against Rose’s cheek. Time seemed to stand still as they lay there together, each enjoying the others closeness. Eventually Rose made to get up, but in her drunken state only succeeded in shifting slightly so her head rested on Evelyn’s shoulder.

She found herself looking into the face of the woman who had saved her from despair. Evelyn was smiling back down at her with a caring, almost motherly affection and it may have been the drink talking but Rose noticed for the first time how beautiful she was. Her flawless, pale face was perfectly framed by her long brown hair which ran down to her shoulders. As Rose stared up her eyes lingered on her striking, bright red lips…

Suddenly Evelyn leaned forwards and kissed her, their lips locking together for just a moment.

Rose gasped and recoiled in shock. She couldn't believe what was happening, maybe she had been a little curious in the past but she was certainly no lesbian! Rose hesitated, torn between her gratitude towards Evelyn and the fact she knew this wasn't something she wanted to do.

‘Shhhh,’ Evelyn whispered sensually ‘It's alright don't be scared. Let me take care of you; just relax and let it happen.’

She didn't know if it was because of the drink, a need to be cared for or just maybe that deep down she found the idea exciting; but the next time Evelyn leant in Rose allowed her lips to part and returned the kiss. She let Evelyn's tongue explore her mouth and felt herself grow wet as wandering hands ran under her clothes.

Their mouths broke apart and Rose felt strong hands take hold of her head gently. She offered no resistance as she was guided slowly down the length of Evelyn's body and her head pushed between the older woman's thighs. Rose allowed her face to be worked under Evelyn's short skirt until she was just inches from her pussy.

‘Go on dear, you know what to do,’ Evelyn encouraged. 

Rose had always been quite shy so had never given oral sex before on either a man or a woman. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and tried to ignore her disbelief at the situation as she got to work, lapping at Evelyn's pussy eagerly.

She was inexperienced but Evelyn was on hand to guide her to the right spot. Rose licked and probed away at her, following Evelyn's instructions and hearing her moans grow louder each time. Soon Evelyn ground Rose's face firmly into her pussy and cried out as she rode her to orgasm.

Breathing deeply as she regained her wits, Evelyn pulled the young girls head out from between her legs and looked down on her for a moment. Rose too needed to get her breath back try to process the fact that she had just licked another woman's vagina.

Evelyn allowed Rose to sit up straight again and smiled at her mischievously.

‘Your turn,’ she grinned.

‘Look I'm not sure…’ Rose began, but was silenced by Evelyn's finger at her lips.

‘Hush now, sit back and enjoy it darling.’ Evelyn said, manoeuvring herself on top of the small Irish girl.

Rose was terrified, literally shaking and gripping onto the sofa for support. Pleasuring Evelyn had been one thing but this felt even more intense. She wanted desperately to say no but felt powerless and overwhelmed by the whole situation.

She trembled as Evelyn reached underneath her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she felt Evelyn's hand reach back between her legs and push three fingers forward into her wet pussy. The sudden intrusion felt uncomfortable at first but as Evelyn expertly probed away at her and began slowly thrusting her hips forward, the discomfort gave way to waves of ecstasy that crashed over her.

Evelyn's nimble fingers brought Rose to orgasm more quickly than anyone had before, forcing her to arch her back and cry out loudly as she experienced the most intense pleasure of her short life so far.

Within minutes it was over and Rose felt Evelyn pull away from her. As she lay there trying to process what had happened, she felt a sense of great weariness descend as the events of the evening finally caught up to her. The next few minutes passed as a blur, probably through a combination of the alcohol and shock at the night's experiences. She was dimly aware of being undressed, led upstairs and helped carefully into a comfortable bed.

As Rose's world began to blur and she felt her consciousness slipping away, her final memory was of Evelyn looking down at her sleeping with a look of almost amusement on her face. Rose went to say something but found that she no longer had the energy for coherent speech so just mumbled to herself. By the time Evelyn leant down to kiss her goodnight, she was already unconscious. 

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Hours later Rose was dragged from her slumber by the mid-morning sun piercing its way through the high set bedroom window and onto her face. As she regained consciousness she was instantly hit by the pounding headache drumming away inside her skull. She tried to go back to sleep but her parched throat cried out for water and wouldn't let her settle. So reluctantly she swung her legs out of bed and pulled herself up.

Christ she thought, what the hell happened last night? The last thing she remembered was getting out of a taxi and stumbling into Evelyn's house. Rose cursed herself for getting into such a state, in front of her boss as well! She would never live this down if the girls in the office found out.

Operating on autopilot she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen; where she fumbled around in the cupboard until she found an empty glass. She filled it with ice cold water from the tap and gulped it down greedily. Once she finished the glass she filled it again and sipped slowly, her thoughts turning back to last night.

She was sure there was something missing, something big that had happened but evaded her memory. What was it, Rose thought to herself; Evelyn helped me inside, we sat down, wait did I start crying again? All of a sudden memories of the night started flooding back, with horror she remembered the intimate encounter with vivid detail.

She wasn't a lesbian, but Evelyn had made her feel so safe, made it all feel natural. Rose was overcome by shame and fear of what she would say to Evelyn when she saw her next. As her worries rattled around in her head, Rose glanced at the fridge and noticed a handwritten note pinned to the fridge. It read:

Rose,

Thank you for a wonderful evening, I really enjoyed myself. As did you it would seem!

Sorry to leave you all alone but I have a few things I needed to take care of. I would love it if we could meet up for lunch though, after last night we have a few things to talk about.

I will be at the bar we visited yesterday at 13:00. Please be there on time and don't order until I arrive.

Evelyn x

Oh God Rose thought, what must she think of me? It was going to be incredibly awkward and seeing Evelyn again so soon was the last thing she wanted, but she owed it to her to let her down gently and it was probably best to get it out of the way anyway.

Rose's eyes darted up to the clock, 11:30 she thought. It was a least a 45 minute walk into town so she would have to hurry. Hopefully a warm shower would clear her head a bit and get remove the worst of the hangover.

Rose got ready quickly, to her annoyance Evelyn hadn't remembered to leave any hot water so she had to make do with a cold one before dressing hurriedly and making her way out of the door. She arrived at the bar with plenty of time and was shown to a table by the waiter. Remembering what Evelyn had said in the note she declined his offer to order and waited for her friend to arrive.

The minutes ticked by and still she hadn't arrived. Rose was feeling increasingly dehydrated and she was desperate for a glass of water. The longer she waited the worse her hangover felt. Once 40 minutes had passed she was almost at the point of ignoring the request when to her relief, Evelyn walked through the door and took the seat opposite her.

‘Hello dear,’ Evelyn smiled as she sat down ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I've been better!’ Rose croaked in response ‘Do you mind if we order some drinks? I'm dying here.’

‘Yes I think that would be a good idea,’ Evelyn replied, signalling to the waiter.

‘Good afternoon Madame,’ the waiter began with a strong French accent ‘What can I get you?’

‘Can I order a large lemonade with plenty of ice please?’ Evelyn asked pleasantly.

‘Yes of course, and for your friend?’

‘She will have two shots of tequila and a double vodka and coke, but hold the ice on that one please.’

The waiter raised an eyebrow at the odd request but being a consummate professional he simply nodded and thanked them for their custom. Rose was dumbfounded at Evelyn's audacity, was this some kind of joke? She was too shocked to even complain as the waiter made up the order and placed it down in front of them. Evelyn took an exaggerated sip of her refreshing lemonade and smacked her lips loudly.

‘Is this supposed to be funny?’ Rose asked incredulously ‘you know I'm not going to drink these. I can't even stomach the thought of more alcohol after last night!’

‘Oh it's no joke my dear,’ Evelyn chuckled ‘and I assure you that you will be drinking them. After what went on last night I think you'll be listening to me quite intently from now on.’

Rose sighed, she had expected a reaction after their moment but this was very strange. Maybe she wouldn't be able to take the gentle route, if Evelyn was going to behave like this she might have to get firm with her.

‘Look Evelyn,’ she began ‘I think we both know last night was a mistake. I had so much to drink and…’

‘You're from a Catholic family yes?’ Evelyn interrupted, running her finger slowly around the rim of her glass ‘a strict one at that if I recall?’

Rose was taken aback. ‘Err yes I am, but I don't see how that affects what happened?’

‘Oh I'm sure it doesn't,’ Evelyn said, reaching into her bag ‘I was just wondering what they would think about seeing this.’

She produced a sleek, black handheld tablet and placed it in front of Rose. On the screen there was an image of a young blonde woman, legs spread and crying out as she was pleasured by another woman. With horror she realised that the woman in the picture was her!

Rose opened her mouth to respond but made no sound, her mind whirled as it struggled to process what was happening.

‘I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think they'd be very happy at all,’ Evelyn went on, her voice betraying just a hint of amusement ‘In fact I think they'd be very angry indeed. I wouldn't be surprised if they completely disowned you!’

Rose felt fear stab at her heart; she knew Evelyn was right, if her extremely conservative parents ever saw this she would be dead to them. How could she have been so stupid?

‘Now imagine if that were to happen and you were for some reason put out of a job,’ Evelyn continued suggestively ‘what would you do with no way to pay your rent and no home to go back to? Why, you’d be forced out onto the streets you poor thing!’

Rose swallowed and tried to regain her composure. She knew suddenly that her life as she knew it was on the line. ‘W-what do you want,’ she squeaked.

‘My dear you really must listen,’ Evelyn replied, her voice dripping with menace ‘I want you to finish those drinks.’

Trying to ignore the rising panic, Rose attempted to think of a way out of this mad situation. The woman she thought of as her only friend now had her caught between a rock and a hard place with seemingly no escape. Until she could figure a way out of this, Rose realised she had no choice but to accept the lesser of two evils and do as Evelyn wanted.

Her hand trembled as she pinched the first shot glass between her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she tipped the liquid to the back of her throat and grimaced at the burning sensation as she swallowed. The taste was as vile as Rose had imagined in her hungover state and she struggled to keep it down. 

‘Now the rest,’ Evelyn instructed.

Ignoring the nausea creeping up her throat she forced herself to knock back the second shot, and then spluttered as she washed it down with the vodka and coke. Once she had finished, Rose shuddered and took a deep breath, just about managing not to throw up over her feet.

‘Good girl!’ Evelyn beamed.

As Rose slowly came to her senses, the waiter returned and asked if they would like any food. Evelyn ordered a medium rare steak for herself and a plain, un-dressed salad for Rose along with another double vodka and coke.

‘Don't worry,’ she added with a smile ‘you can take your time with this one.’

The second drink did little to quench her thirst; in fact it just seemed to make her more dehydrated. As she sipped at the lukewarm liquid, Rose began to feel quite lightheaded and realised that the alcohol was starting to take effect.  Her mouth though still felt dry and sticky; she was desperate for refreshment and found herself looking longingly at the icy lemonade sat on the opposite side of the table.

‘Do you want some?’ Evelyn asked mischievously ‘I bet this looks pretty good right now doesn't it?’

Rose nodded enthusiastically. ‘Please, I'm so thirsty,’ she pleaded.

Evelyn pretended to consider for a moment. ‘Well alright then, since you've been such a good girl for me. Lean over the table,’ she commanded.

Realising the position she was in, Rose bit back her retort and leaned forward so that her head was about halfway across the table.

‘Come on now, all the way,’ Evelyn encouraged.

Spurred on by the thought of cold lemonade, Rose stood up from her chair and leaned right across so that she was almost lying on the table and her head was directly in front of the icy glass. She could see the victory in Evelyn's eyes.

‘Open wide,’ Evelyn said smirking. 

Obediently Rose opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue. Evelyn reached forward and used three fingers to retrieve a single cube of ice from the drink in front of her. She then placed it delicately in Rose's mouth and carefully pushed her jaw shut.

Rose tried to ignore the odd looks she was getting from neighbouring tables as she slid back into her seat. She certainly didn't regret leaning over, the ice in her mouth washed away the dryness and felt so good that it brought tears to her eyes. It was bizarre that even though this woman was humiliating her, Rose still felt incredibly grateful for the refreshing ice that she was enjoying so much.

‘Thank you,’ Rose let out grudgingly, working up the courage to continue ‘Look Evelyn…’

‘Mistress,’ Evelyn interrupted ‘I think you should address me as Mistress when we’re not at work.’

Rose swallowed her pride and started again. ‘Yes of course, I-I’m sorry. Mistress, what do you want from me?’

‘What I want my dear,’ Evelyn said matter-of-factly ‘is to control you.’

She paused for effect before continuing.

‘As you may have noticed I am a lesbian, but I have some quite particular tastes. You see as much as I enjoyed our fun and games last night, what really turns me on is being able to dominate someone. Especially a beautiful little thing like you.’

She flashed Rose a patronising smile.

‘For me there is nothing hotter than being in complete control of someone else. To have them do whatever you say no matter how much they hate it. To hurt them, humiliate them, to use them. Essentially, to own them…’

She stared Rose in the eye and said seriously.

‘As I now own you.’

A deep dread came over Rose as she realised the gravity of her predicament. Evelyn was some kind of pervert who wanted to use her for sexual arousal. The worst thing was, Rose had no choice but to let her.

‘Now let me lay this out for you,’ Evelyn went on ‘from now on you will do everything I say without question. No matter how humiliating or disgusting you find it you will listen to me, or face a harsh punishment. Understand?’

Rose nodded.

‘Good. In return, that video will never see the light of day, your family will still love you and you get to keep a roof over your head. Plus I wasn't lying about the contacts I have in fashion; once I've had my fun with you I can still help you get the job you've always wanted.’

Evelyn extended her hand 

 ‘Is that a deal?’

Rose hesitated for a moment, but not able to see a way out of it, she grasped Evelyn’s outstretched hand and shook eagerly.

‘Deal,’ she said with an exaggerated smile.

In truth the thought of terrified her, but she supposed that if Evelyn helped to get her dream job and deleted that damned video once she had got her kicks, it would be worth it in the end.

‘Good, I knew you'd be no trouble,’ Evelyn breathed, visibly relaxing into her chair ‘ahhh I've been waiting for this for a long time.’

‘Really?’ Rose questioned, not quite understanding.

‘Oh yes, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I had to have you.’ She reminisced thoughtfully ‘the day I walked into that office you were there, such a timid little thing. Avoiding my stare and smiling politely. So beautiful but you don't quite realise it, I knew you would be a perfect little toy for me to play with.’

Evelyn stared off into space for a moment leaving Rose staring uncomfortably and feeling increasingly uneasy about what she was hearing. Eventually the older woman's thoughts returned to the present and her face broke into a devilish grin.

‘Now, something you will learn is that I'm very fond of a good foot rub.’ Evelyn started ‘I think that would be a lovely way for you to pass the time until our food arrives.’

She slid her sleek, high heeled shoes off her feet and raised her legs up onto Rose’s lap. On such a warm day, both women wore loose summer dresses and Rose blushed as she felt Evelyn's soft calves rub against her through the thin material.

Evelyn laid back and wiggled her toes with delight. ‘Come on then,’ she said ‘It's not difficult; it's just like any other massage.’

Rose had never done this before but Scott had occasionally massaged her feet when they were together so she had an idea what was expected. She tentatively took hold of Evelyn's smooth feet and began to caress them gently; rubbing her Mistresses soles with her thumb and lightly tracing her fingers over up the length of the foot and over her toes.

As Rose’s nimble fingers worked away at her feet Evelyn began to let out deep groans of pleasure, loudly enough for the whole restaurant to hear. 

‘Ohhh gosh darling that feels incredible,’ she moaned ‘are you sure that you've never done this before? It's like you were made for my pleasure.’

This served only to make an already embarrassing experience even more unbearable and Rose started intently at Evelyn's perfectly pedicured feet to avoid the stares of the other diners. As Rose rubbed away Evelyn's cries became louder and almost orgasmic, with relief she saw the waiter approach with their meals.

‘Ah here we go,’ Evelyn beamed as the steaming hot steak was placed in front of her ‘you can stop that now honey, you've done a wonderful job. Just give them a little thank you kiss and you can get on with your meal.’

Rose had never experienced shame like this and felt her cheeks burn in humiliation as she bent down as planted a dainty kiss on Evelyn's toe. The look of confused amusement on the waiter’s just completed the farce and she felt tears prick at her eyes.

Once the waiter had left, Evelyn began to tuck into her perfectly cooked steak while Rose watched enviously and nibbled at her cold salad. She was used to curing hangovers with a bacon sandwich; this rabbit food really wasn't hitting the spot. The only thing that seemed to help with her headache was the alcohol so she drained away the last of her drink and pushed the uneaten salad to the side.

After what seemed like an age Evelyn finished her steak and sat back in the chair contently. She slowly turned to catch the waiter’s eye and summoned him over.

‘Can we have the bill please?’ she requested ‘and one more tequila for the road!’

Rose groaned inwardly but did not protest as her shot was brought over with the bill. Casually, Evelyn examined the total and presented it to Rose. 

‘Since I paid last night you can cover that,’ she asserted ‘Now finish your drink and meet me outside, we've still got a long day ahead of us.’

As Evelyn gracefully stood and left the restaurant, Rose tried desperately to think of a way out of this situation to no avail. Evelyn had her wrapped around her finger, she had no choice but to go along with these sick games and hope the job at the end was worth it. She examined the bill in front of her and realised with horror that this would pretty much drain the limited funds left in her account. Reluctantly she paid, knocked back the last tequila shot and joined Evelyn outside.

As Rose stepped out into the warm summer air, she felt the effects of the alcohol hit her hard. Her eyelids felt heavy and her feet were unsteady beneath her. She almost felt grateful as Evelyn took her arm to steady her; she had to remind herself that it was this woman who got her into this state in the first place.

‘Come on,’ Evelyn chirped excitedly ‘I think we should spend a girly afternoon shopping together, how does that sound?’

‘It sounds good… Mistress,’ Rose stammered, only just remembering to address her correctly.

‘See, you're learning,’ Evelyn grinned.

They walked together arm in arm through the city and into the shopping centre. Rose tried to keep steady so as not to let on to the afternoon shoppers that she had been drinking, but Evelyn set such a fast pace that she struggled to remain upright. They continued past the well-known, high street stores that Rose usually frequented and instead made their way to a smaller boutique shop tucked away in the corner of the complex.

The shop was very discreet and almost hidden away amidst the vast modern shopping mall; Rose must have walked past it a dozen times and not even realised it was there. 

As they creaked open the plain grey door and slipped over the threshold, it was like entering another world. The concrete jungle outside was left behind and the shop itself was covered in ornate oak panels decorated with a striking gold trim. The store was empty of any other customers; it was just them and a mousy haired young shop assistant who greeted them with a knowing smile.

Rose’s mouth hang agape as she took in the array of striking clothing on display, the like of which she had never seen before. Dark leather, laced corsets, revealing lingerie and latex clothing of every description adorned all four walls and centred between then was a table packed full of bizarre items. Some Rose recognised as the kind of sex toys she had seen online but there were other, crueller looking instruments whose purpose she couldn't begin to imagine.

‘Beautiful isn't it,’ Evelyn whispered sensually into her ear, sending shivers running down her spine.

‘W-what is this place?’ Rose asked nervously.

‘Well my dear I thought that being such a follower of fashion, you might like to have a little makeover. This seemed like the perfect place.’

Rose picked her way uneasily through the aisle, her eyes darting over the alien items that surrounded her.

‘I think some of these outfits will really accentuate your sexy little body, but I'm no fashion expert,’ Evelyn continued suggestively ‘fortunately I've brought along someone who is. In fact, I think you might just recognise her…’

As if on cue a door to their left swung open and out walked a figure Rose hoped never to see again. Before her stood Jennifer, the bitch that had started all of her troubles in the first place, who looked at her with victory etched onto her smug face.

She wore a tight fitting white dress that barely seemed capable of containing her bulging breasts and only just covered her ass, emphasising her long, shapely legs and killer stiletto heels. 

‘Hey honey, long time no see,’ Jennifer winked.

Rose was left utterly speechless; things were going from bad to worse.

‘Yes Jennifer here has kindly agreed to assist me in your make-over, isn't that kind of her?’ Evelyn said with amusement ‘I knew when you told me about her last night that she would be just perfect for this so I tracked her down this morning and she was more than happy to help you out.’

Knowing that Jennifer's assistance would come whether she wanted it or not, Rose did her best to mask her anguish and forced a nervous smile.

‘Yes, th-thank you Jennifer,’ she stammered. 

‘Jesus, is the little whore drunk already?’ Jennifer asked mockingly.

‘Yes I'm afraid she seems to lack any semblance of self-respect,’ Evelyn tutted ‘No matter, I suppose that's what makes her so well suited for this. Now am I correct in believing that you have arranged a private room for us?’

‘Yes of course, I have already prepared an outfit that I think you’re going to love. Follow me!’ 

Jennifer took Rose by the hand and eagerly led her into the adjoining room as Evelyn followed and shut the door behind them. Rose's eyes took a moment to adjust to the brightly light room; once they did she saw that it was a relatively large space filled with a dizzying array of outfits that Jennifer had prepared, a full length mirror that was hung on the wall and standing next to it was the kind of chair that would usually be found in a barbers shop.

‘Okay babe,’ Jennifer started, placing her hands on her hips ‘first things first let's get those clothes off and see what we have to work with.’

Rose took a step back, clutching her dress defensively. She looked to Evelyn in vain hope of some support, but as she expected none came.

‘Do as she says,’ Evelyn demanded ‘and you can throw your old clothes away, you won't need them any longer.’

Resigning herself to her fate Rose slipped the straps of her conservative, knee length dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She shivered as she felt the cold air against her bare skin and attempted to keep her hands steady as she reluctantly reached behind her, unclamped her bra and let that too fall into a heap on the floor.

Once she had pulled down her panties then kicked them and her shoes onto the pile before her; she scooped up the mound of clothes and obediently dropped them into the bin behind her. Looking down at the crumpled heap at bottom of the basket, she couldn't help but feel that her dignity had been thrown away with it.

Turning back towards the two women, Rose felt their hungry gaze sizing up her naked flesh like predators stalking their prey. Moving as one, Evelyn and Jennifer stepped forwards and began to examine their quarry.

‘Wow, you're right honey she’s perfect,’ Jennifer marvelled, running her fingers lightly over Rose's back.

Evelyn put her arm around Rose's waist and pulled their hips together. Her hand then slid around the side of the young Irish girl and firmly squeezed her ass cheek before slowly reaching down between her legs.

‘Oh yes,’ she agreed as her fingers found their way to Rose's pussy and traced ever so gently across her lips ‘she has so much potential, I can't wait to see how she turns out.’

As Rose felt Evelyn's fingers brushing tantalisingly around her sex she was ashamed to say that she was becoming increasingly aroused. To her horror she was actually enjoying the experience and felt wetness between her legs. Clearly Evelyn noticed as a knowing smirk played across her mouth and she took back her hand, wiping the moisture on Rose's leg as she withdrew.

‘Right then,’ Evelyn announced ‘I think we've just about got warmed up, let's begin. Jennifer?’

‘Well I thought it best to start with the make-up, come on sweetie,’ Jennifer replied, taking Rose's and guiding her to the chair by the mirror.

Once Rose sat down, Jennifer produced a bag crammed full of brushes, pencils and just about every brand of makeup imaginable. Rose looked up at the mirror, taking in her reflection and fearing how different it might be next time she saw it.

‘Make sure you watch carefully,’ Evelyn advised ‘For here on in I expect you to do this yourself each morning before you leave the house. If not I can assure you there will be punishment!’

‘Yes Mistress,’ Rose replied feebly.

‘Alright let's start with some foundation,’ Jennifer began, carefully selecting items for her bag.

She started by brushing a thick layer of liquid foundation across Rose’s face, at least twice as much as she would normally have used. As a girl who used makeup sparingly, it was a strange experience for Rose having the thick layers painted onto her and she dreaded to think what she must look like.

Jennifer spent an hour meticulously working on Rose's face before she was satisfied. She carefully pencilled on a deep black eyeliner, coated her eyelids with shadow and used more blusher on her cheeks than Rose would have usually got through in a week. Finally, she instructed Rose to purse her lips and applied a striking, blood red shade of lipstick across them.

‘What do you think?’ Jennifer asked, taking a step back so Evelyn could inspect her handiwork. 

‘My goodness; what a transformation!’ Evelyn beamed ‘she's everything I dreamed and more.’

Rose strained to see herself reflected in the mirror but the other women blocked her view. Instead she felt herself lurch as Evelyn grabbed the back of the chair and spun her back around to the table of clothes at the centre of the room.

‘Up you get,’ Evelyn said, beckoning her forwards ‘we need to find something for you to wear.’

Gingerly she rose to her feet and made her way over to the table. She watched as the older woman inspected the items laid before them until she found something that caught her attention.

‘A-ha,’ Evelyn proclaimed ‘Now this is the kind of thing I had in mind. What do you think honey?’

Rose's voice caught in her throat as she took in the tiny pair of bright pink panties Evelyn had chosen. They looked barely big enough to fit around her waist and even if they did, the string was so thin that it would barely even cover her pussy.

‘I mean… there a bit…’ she stammered, struggling to find the words to refuse.

‘Do you have a problem with them?’ Evelyn asked ‘That's fine; if there's anything you don't like just say

‘Please, they’re just a little bit… revealing Mistress,’ Rose admitted.

‘Well that's fine honey, if you don't like the panties I have chosen for you then you don't have to wear them,’ Evelyn said reassuringly ‘It's really no problem, We’ll just find you something without any panties at all!’

‘Wait no, that's not what I…’

‘No you've made up your mind, no panties for you’ Evelyn snapped ‘now are you going to let me choose a top or shall we go without this as well?’

‘S-sorry Mistress,’ Rose stuttered ‘Please choose a top for me to wear.’

‘That's more like it, how about this one?’

She lifted a white leather corset from the table and offered it to Rose. A look of dismay briefly crossed the younger girl's face before she remembered herself and forced a smile.

‘Yes Mistress, that looks perfect,’ she said with as much happiness as she could muster. 

‘Good, I knew you'd come round,’ Evelyn replied with a smirk ‘Now Jennifer dear do you think you can give me a hand with this?’

‘Of course I can,’ Jennifer grinned.

Rose offered no resistance as the two women wrapped the corset around her and fixed it in place.

The corset was relatively short; starting just above her hips and only running to about halfway up her chest. It barely even covered her breasts, if anything its tight constriction just pushed them upward so they were almost bulging out.

Slowly but firmly; Evelyn began to pull on the lace which ran up the back of the corset, causing the garment to tighten harshly. With each tug Rose felt the leather envelope her further, squeezing the breath out of her.

‘Now I’m afraid this is going to be very uncomfortable for you,’ Evelyn explained ‘but I promise it will look incredible. You see as this constricts more and more tightly around your body, you will find that your waist and internal organs will begin to morph to adapt to the extreme fit.’

Jennifer held the corset in place while Evelyn continued to bind the lace together; both women ignored Rose’s whimpering as the leather squeezed her more with each pull.

‘Eventually you’ll notice permanent changes to your figure,’ Evelyn went on ‘over time your breasts and buttocks will be pushed out and your waist will shrink to accommodate the corset. You’ll have an extreme hourglass figure with huge tits and a great ass; I've always wanted a perfect little doll and that's just what you'll be!’

Rose sobbed in despair as her new reality became clearer and clearer. The corset continued to close around her to the point that she had really trouble breathing, then to her surprise Evelyn kept going. But the time she was finished Rose felt light headed and dizzy, trapped in a vice of pain.

‘Now I know it will take a bit of getting used to but I have every confidence in you,’ Evelyn smirked ‘if you take short, shallow breaths it will be easier to take.’

It took a moment to get herself composed but when she did Rose found that Evelyn was right, the corset stretched just enough to accommodate shorter breaths, so with a bit of effort she was able to get herself under control.

‘Now you will find that over time the lower level of oxygen you are able to take in will leave you feeling constantly light-headed and you will have difficulty in concentrating for long periods of time however this shouldn't be an issue.’ Evelyn continued ‘from now on I will make all major decisions for you so you don't need to be thinking too hard anyway.’

By this stage Rose could hear what the women were saying to her but was barely able to take it in. She felt herself being swept up by events that had already spiralled way out of her control and now she didn't have the spirit to resist. All she could do was accept what was happening to her and hope it would be over soon.

The two women however showed no sign of slowing down. They chatted and laughed between themselves as they sorted through the clothes that Jennifer had selected. For a worrying moment it seemed as though they might never settle on something for Rose to wear below the waist but eventually they managed to decide upon a bright pink, latex skirt to give her some semblance of modesty. Granted at only 6 inches in length it was barely enough to cover her ass, but given her lack of underwear Rose was grateful all the same.

Once the skirt was snugly fitted around her waist, they completed the look with bright white stockings and a very harsh pair of stiletto heeled shoes. The tallest heels Rose had worn up to that point had been 4 inches and these must have been at least twice that. For a final flourish Evelyn happily demonstrated how the uniquely designed straps could be locked in place to that the shoe was impossible to remove without the right key.

Finally satisfied with their work, Evelyn and Jennifer took a step back to inspect their final product. Though she felt incredibly self-conscious Rose didn't dare attempt to cover herself; knowing that punishment would only follow if she did.

‘Wow, she is perfect,’ Evelyn said, patting Jennifer's back in congratulation ‘you truly are an artist.’

‘Oh please,’ Jennifer blushed ‘This was all you, all I did was put forward a few options.’

‘Well I think you did brilliantly. I can see why you're the fashion expert and this Irish tart is scraping away as a secretary.’

Even though she knew Evelyn was just trying to provoke her, the words still stung. Rose had poured her heart out to this woman and now she was using it all against her. As if sensing her thoughts, Evelyn and grinned wolfishly at her.

‘Aww it's ok honey,’ she said, almost sympathetically ‘we can't all be good at everything. I’m sure you have plenty of… other talents.’

Evelyn stepped forward and put her arm around the younger girls shoulder, like a mother comforting her child.

‘And don't you worry; I promise I'll help you find out what those are.’

Her trembling lip betrayed the fear she felt wondering what ‘those’ talents might be, but Rose knew she had to hold it together so she nodded and forced a weak smile to show her gratitude.

‘Now,’ Evelyn went on ‘do you want to meet the new you?’

Without waiting for an answer she took Rose’s arm and led her over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. As she gazed upon her reflection, her jaw dropped to the ground. The innocent, respectable young girl who she had been just this morning was gone. In her place stood some kind of nightmarish doll, dressed up to look like a slut.

Already aware of the revealing skirts and tight corset that pushed her breasts out to the world, the biggest shock was her face. Usually she looked so understated but now she was so dolled up like a pornstar with rosy cheeks, eyes blackened with mascara and a bright red slash of lipstick across her mouth.

Rose shuddered as she felt Evelyn move in behind her. Looking in the mirror the older woman's face rose ominously over her shoulder and nuzzled at her neck, kissing gently. She shuddered as Evelyn whispered faintly into her ear.

‘Drink it in, this is the new you.’

Evelyn was right up against her now, their bodies almost entwined. Her hands wandered hungrily around Rose’s hips and slipped down to the inside of her thigh. The younger girl trembled as muscular arms trapped her ever tighter, keeping her rooted to the spot no matter how much she wanted to pull away. As she stared at their reflection Evelyn’s eyes stared intently from behind her, devouring the helpless slut she had ensnared.

‘Ohhhh we are going to have such fun,’ Evelyn moaned softly into her ear ‘Now don't you have something to say to Jennifer for making you look so pretty?’

‘T-thank you Jennifer,’ Rose stammered, trying to forget that It was her who had got in into this mess in the first place.

Jennifer cross her arms and frowned.

‘Aww come on babe,’ she complained ‘say it like you mean it.’

‘Yes I think a bit more gratitude is in order you miserable bitch,’ Evelyn said sternly.

‘You know what you could do,’ Jennifer offered mischievously ‘I've been on my feet all day picking out clothes for you, maybe you could kiss them better?’

With a wolfish grin she kicked off her high heeled shoes and presented her dainty, perfectly manicured feet out to Rose, wiggling her toes impishly.

Rose looked down disbelievingly at Jennifer's foot, covered as it was in fake tan and painted with bright pink nail polish. Surely this was a joke? Being made to massage Evelyn’s feet was one thing, having made love the night before they had already been far more intimate with each other, but this was something else. Jennifer was basically a stranger, just some girl who had stolen her job. Things were starting to spiral way out of control.

Rose knew she had to put a stop to this now. Perhaps it risked exposing her secret but if she let Evelyn keep pushing her what would she end up doing next. She had to put her foot down right now before she was really out of her depth.

Yet despite this, she offered no resistance as Evelyn gently pushed her down into a kneeling position and guided her head towards Jennifer's foot. Whether it was because her mind was still clouded by alcohol or through the deprivation of oxygen forced on her by the corset, she allowed herself to be pushed to the floor so that her ass stuck into the air and her face almost touched the ground.

With her face hovering close enough to Jennifer's foot to smell her lightly perfumed skin; she paused briefly, attempting to put off the inevitable. But knowing there was nothing she could do; she reluctantly closed the last few centimetres and planted a gentle kiss on Jennifer's waiting heel. 

At first Rose blushed with shame, she had to force herself to swallow her pride and keep going. Delicately she pecked light kisses across Jennifer's feet, starting at her ankle then moving up to the tips of her toes. When Rose’s lips closed on Jennifer's big toe, the cruel woman pushed her foot forward so that her toe poked into Rose’s mouth.

‘Ahhh that's it,’ Jennifer sighed ‘suck on those toes you little bitch.’

Rose burned with humiliation but did as she was told. She sucked on that toe as though it was her lovers cock. Yet still this wasn't enough to satisfy Jennifer. As the Irish girls lips pulled back to the tip of Jennifer’s big toe, her foot shifted so that a second toe invaded Rose’s mouth, then a third.

Rose found her jaw being forced open as Jennifer pushed her whole foot into the young girls’ mouth. Jennifer's foot kept creeping forward until toes tickled the back of Rose’s throat. Shocked, the Irish girl tried to pull away but felt Evelyn’s hand ready to keep her in place.

‘It feels good but I think the cow could put in a bit more effort,’ Jennifer complained.

‘Oh without a doubt,’ Evelyn agreed ‘perhaps she just needs a bit of motivation.’

Evelyn's free hand flipped the tiny latex skirt up over Rose's ass and slipped down to her pussy. Her expert fingers began to firmly rub Rose’s clit in a circular motion. The young woman's moans, muffled as they were by Jennifer's foot, made her arousal obvious.

‘Look at the bitch go, she’s loving this!’ Evelyn marvelled ‘you wouldn't believe how wet this pussy is.’

‘She must really like my feet huh?’ remarked Jennifer.

This was just too much for Rose. She had spent all morning being humiliated and this just pushed her over the edge. Why were they doing this to her? It all seemed so unfair; she was a nice person and didn't deserve any of this. Tears started to stream down her face and she sobbed into Jennifer's foot.

The two women seemed not to notice, if anything it just egged them on. Jennifer began to trust her foot back and forth so that it was literally fucking Rose's face. Toes pushed into her throat so that she gagged and spluttered. She could barely breathe and felt the panic start to take hold.

Yet despite all this, Evelyn’s furious rubbing of her pussy filled her with pleasure. She was being utterly humiliated and somehow felt more aroused than ever before. Surely she couldn't be enjoying the degradation?

‘That's right, take it you fucking slut,’ Evelyn shouted ‘this is your life now and deep down you know it's all you're good for. Cum for me bitch, cum for your Mistress!’

Though she desperately wanted to resist, Evelyn’s magic fingers just felt incredible and soon worked her up to orgasm. So that was how to her horror, with a tear soaked face and her mouth filled with the foot of her arch-nemesis, Rose screamed in ecstasy and came in Evelyn’s hand.

Once the pleasure shuddered through her and subsided, Rose felt the sweet sensation of cool air rushing into her lungs as Jennifer finally withdrew her foot. She gasped with relief and, breathing deeply, collapsed into heap on the floor.

The two women were laughing and congratulating each other beside her but Rose was only dimly aware of them. She was still struggling to process the terrible series of events that had dragged her down to this point. 

Her thoughts returned to the present as Evelyn’s foot pushed against her face, pivoting her head so that she was forced to look up the two women towering over her like giants. She couldn't believe how powerful they looked, like goddesses who could crush her with a single thought.

‘I always knew that one was a slut,’ Jennifer said harshly ‘I'm glad she finally met someone who will show her just how pathetic she really is.’

‘Oh I'm only just getting started, she has no idea how low I will take her,’ Evelyn grinned.

With Rose’s torment finally at an end for the moment, Jennifer said goodbye and took her leave, promising that if Evelyn ever needed any more help with ‘the Irish slut’ she would be more than happy to assist. To Rose’s dismay Evelyn said there would be plenty of opportunities to help out and that she looked forward to seeing her soon.

Once they were alone Evelyn spent a moment gathering up some of the other items she and Jennifer had picked out then headed back through to the main section of the store. Rose gingerly pulled herself to her feet, straightened up her corset and tiny latex skirt as best she could then tottered after her, struggling to balance in her new high-heeled shoes.

Rose made her way past the aisles of latex and leather fetish wear that just that morning had been enough to shock her but now seemed quite take in comparison to what had been done to her. When she reached the till the shop assistant greeted her with a knowing smile.

‘My goodness you look gorgeous,’ she said sweetly ‘did you find everything you were looking for.’

‘Er yes, thank you,’ Rose replied timidly

‘You have such great choice here,’ Evelyn effused ‘we found all that we need for today but we will be returning on a weekly basis from now on. Can I book the room for the same time next week?’

‘Of course,’ the assistant smiled as she finished ringing through the items they had bought ‘that comes to £550 in total please.’

Evelyn looked to Rose expectantly. Rose couldn't believe it; she didn't have £50 in her account let alone over £500! There was no way she could afford that.

‘I… I can't,’ she stammered.

Evelyn smiled warmly and touched her arm reassuringly.

‘Not to worry dear, I will just charge it to the company account and take it out of your wages next month.’

‘But please, I need that money,’ Rose pleaded ‘I can't afford to pay £500 per week, how will I afford my rent?’

‘Don't be such a worrier,’ Evelyn said, waving away her protests ‘I'm sure we will work something out.’

‘Well alright I suppose…’ Rose sighed, accepting her defeat.

‘Good,’ Evelyn said firmly, leaving no more room for debate.

The outfits were paid for on the company card and Rose followed Evelyn back out into the street, dreading having to return in a weeks’ time. Walking out into fresh air felt surreal, like she was coming out of a trance. Dark clouds had gathered overhead and a cool breeze had replaced the pleasant sunshine of that morning.

As they approach the road a passing taxi slowed at the sight of them. Evelyn raised a hand to hail it over to them. Then she turned and thrust the bag of newly purchased clothes into Rose’s hand.

‘Well today has been an absolute blast but it's really taken it out of me,’ Evelyn said as she approached the waiting cab ‘I'm going to need to get straight home. I assume you can make your own way back?’

‘But I'm cleaned out Mistress,’ Rose complained ‘I can't even afford a bus fare.’

‘That's hardy my fault is it?’ Evelyn shot back ‘I've just paid for your lovely new wardrobe; I'm not going to give you any more handouts. It's only what, 5 or 6 miles to your house? The walk will do you good.’

Rose considered pointing out that the clothes had come out of her wages and it was actually closer to 9 miles to her house but she knew it would make no difference. Instead she just watched as Evelyn got in the car, took a seat be herself and slammed to door in her face.

‘Now we’ll talk next week about what this arrangement entails,’ Evelyn said, addressing Rose from the open window ‘but for now you should know that I expect you to dress in your new clothes at all times. Except during work hours of course, I wouldn't want to subject the other girls in the office to your depravity.’

‘Yes Mistress,’ Rose replied sounding deflated, hoping to god that the driver couldn't hear what she was saying.

‘We’re going to have so much fun together,’ Evelyn purred ‘I'll see you bright and early Monday morning.’

At some unspoken signal the taxi pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the distance, leaving Rose stood alone. She was suddenly very aware of her horrifically revealing outfit. Passers-by were clearly staring at her bare legs and bulbous breasts with a mixture of shock, disgust and in some cases arousal. With a sickening feeling she realised they probably thought she was a prostitute.

Keen to get out of there as quickly as possible, Rose turned around and began the long walk home. The cool breeze against her exposed pussy was a constant reminder of her state of undress. Walking 9 miles in these heels was going to take all day she realised; chances are she wouldn't make it home before it got dark.

Tears once again started to fall on her cheeks as the hopelessness of her situation hit home. Today had been the worst day of her life and it seemed this was just the start. Her life was spiralling wildly out of her control. At least things couldn't get any worse she thought herself grimly.

Rounding the next corner, Rose shivered as she felt the first drops of rain splash against her bare chest.