A Submissive Journey - Part 2

Having completed the interview and signed the employment contract, Zoe asked Paula when she could start.  As the final rent had already been paid on her flat Paula had no reason to delay, so she agreed to start the next weekend, giving her a couple of days to pack up what few possessions she owned.  Chris opened another bottle of wine and they celebrated together.  Paula was still somewhat nervous about what she had agreed to, but Chris and Zoe seemed such a nice couple she looked forward to living and working with them. She ordered a taxi to take her home and as she was about to leave Zoe put her arm around her, drew her close and kissed her cheek.  “I can’t wait to have you with us” she whispered and gave her a huge smile and a wink.  It made Paula shiver, or was that the cold air outside?

Paula sat in the taxi on the way home and thought about the evening and how her life had taken a sudden and quite mysterious turn; for the better she hoped!  Later, lying in bed and replaying the conversations in her mind, she found herself imagining what it would be like to walk among people semi naked and perhaps watch them having sex.  Paula wasn’t a virgin, technically at least.  She had let a boy have sex with her at a party after a lot of fumbling around.  It wasn’t particularly pleasurable, but it was OK.  She had no regrets and she had felt very grown up at the time.  That experience aside, she was sexually naïve. She had never made close friends moving around foster homes and those she did have never lasted long.  Chris and Zoe were not like her few friends however. They were intelligent, sophisticated and wealthy people who presumably had similar friends and, if they chose to have sex parties, Paula was sure they would be just as sophisticated and upmarket.

All of these arousing thoughts rushing round her mind after an evening drinking wine had an obvious effect, and Paula felt her wetness growing rapidly as her fingers drifted naturally towards her pussy. Masturbation was an escape for her.  She had discovered the pleasure while secretly watching one of the other girls in the children’s home dorm. It had been an exciting secret ever since.  She closed her eyes and imagined Chris and Zoe making love in their beautiful house as she stroked her clit.  She felt sure they would make love.  Fucking was beneath them.  As her own orgasm began, she felt Zoe’s breath on her ear again and she spasmed and drew her legs up to the foetal position and rocked gently as her breath returned to normal and she slept.

Two days later she was unpacking her things in her new attic apartment.  Chris had picked her up and loaded what little she owned into his huge Range Rover. The attic was just as amazing as she remembered.  Beautifully decorated and furnished, it had underfloor heating. A far cry from the drafty room she had left.  There was a huge bath and walk in shower.  The living room, complete with a sofa, armchair and huge TV with cable channels, had wonderful views over a local park and the bedroom was cozy, but room enough for a double bed.  This was covered in satin sheets and a beautiful quilt to keep her lovely and warm. The kitchen was fully equipped with everything she could need and stocked with food for her first few days.  She really couldn’t believe her luck.  The conditions attached to the job had been safely put to the back of her mind for now, or more honestly, she was choosing not to think about them!

Zoe appeared and asked her if she needed any help but before Paula could answer, Zoe had grabbed a suitcase and opened it up to reveal Paula’s meager wardrobe of clothes.  She started hanging them up and putting them in drawers and Paula noticed her sorting out her underwear.  The one thing Paula prided herself on was her collection of lingerie.  It made her feel special underneath, even if she couldn’t afford many decent clothes and for the most part she dressed in jeans and sweats or T shirts.  Zoe chatted away cheerfully while she helped and Paula felt so comfortable with her as she seemed to know exactly how to put her at ease.  They talked about the house, her and Chris, and she asked Paula all sorts of questions about her life in foster care. Once they were finished, she invited Paula downstairs for a cup of tea.  She told Paula that they didn’t expect her to start work in earnest for a couple of days while she settled in and learned the ropes.  In the meantime they were happy for her to explore the house and garden, with a gentle reminder that the basement, beyond the bottom of the stairs, was off limits at all times.  Then she surprised Paula by inviting her to go shopping with her so that she could be “properly dressed for her role”. It wasn’t so much a request as a requirement, judging by the look on Zoe’s face, but she accepted graciously. 

They drove into town and Zoe led her straight to the female clothing section of a large well known department store.  The woman at the service desk greeted Zoe by name and clearly knew her well.  Paula was introduced and the woman proceeded to take every conceivable measurement of her body shape and size in a very matter of fact way.  Paula got the distinct impression she had done this before and that she was not going to get much of a choice on this shopping trip!  The woman looked at Paula then turned to Zoe and smiled in a very familiar way. “The usual garments?” she asked.  Zoe merely nodded and the woman then ushered them into a large dressing room to await the fitting.

A few minutes later the woman returned with a whole rack full of garments, from dresses to lingerie.  Paula gasped. She loved her lingerie, but this was in another league.  The names on the labels were all high end and mouth wateringly expensive. La Perla, Bordelle and Agent Provocateur to name but three. As the saleswoman left, Zoe smiled at Paula and cheerfully said, “Well don’t just stand there with your mouth open. Try it all on!  Start with the lingerie so you know how it will feel under the dresses. Come on girl, get your kit off !”  It then dawned on Paula that Zoe was asking her to strip in front of her! All those conditions in the contract she had signed were suddenly very real indeed.  She put her best foot forward and removed her clothes, noticing that Zoe watched her every move. As she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, she heard Zoe laugh.  “Oh dear” she said” I’m afraid the bush will have to go, but we can sort that out later”. 

Paula was mortified. She knew some women shaved completely down there but she thought she kept herself tidy and trimmed enough.  Zoe realised she had probably gone too far and upset her. She reached out and touched her arm and apologised.  Paula was self-conscious enough standing there naked but the unexpected touch of fingers on her naked skin sent a bolt through her.  She grabbed the first set of lingerie she could and hurriedly put them on.  They were a perfect fit of course and beautifully soft but so sheer that she may as well have been naked.  She tried another set in red. Again beautiful and this time slightly less revealing but she became aware of the texture in the lace sliding across her nipples and stimulating them. She tried on 5 sets in all and each one had the same arousing effect, but in a subtly different way. It seemed they were deliberately designed to reveal what they should have been covering, or fit in just such a way as to gently brush against her most intimate and sensitive parts.  By the time she moved on to the dresses she was obviously aroused, nipples hard and pussy moist.  Judging from the wink and smile from Zoe, she was fully aware of what was happening.  To cap it all off, Zoe told her to remove the last of the lingerie and put on the shortest, sheerest, tight black see-through dress.  It clung to her body like a transparent skin and Zoe walked round her looking from every angle before sliding her hand over Paula’s bum and giving her a playful slap and another wink. She called the sales woman over and told her they would take the lot.  Leaving Paula to get dressed into her own clothes, she paid for the items and thanked the sales woman with a very generous tip.

On the way home in the car, Zoe carried on chatting in her usual relaxed style but then changed the subject. “Paula, I do apologise again about joking about your pubic hair like that. It was very insensitive of me, especially as we hardly know each other intimately yet.  I am sure you understand that the part of your duties involving our parties will require you to look at your most sexy and alluring to our friends and clients.  Although I shouldn’t have been so flippant, we will require you to shave your vulva, if you are going to look your best in all that gorgeous lingerie.  It is what most of our friends will expect.”  Paula was starting to notice the subtleties of Zoe’s language. Phrases like “We will require you” and “we hardly know each other intimately yet”, triggered a long overdue realisation that Zoe was her boss, not her friend, and there was clearly going to be some intimacy expected.  All those parts of the contract which she had put to the back of her mind, while thinking of the free accommodation and the money, were starting to push themselves uncomfortably forward to the point where she had to think about them.  And once she did start to think about them, the other subconscious thoughts from the afternoon joined them.  It didn’t take a genius to work out that the wetness between her legs and her hardening nipples at the memories of the changing room events were her own body accepting, and enjoying, the prospect.