Vanessa & Lizzie have some shared goals ... but the devil is in the details ... Part 1

Vanessa opened her bedroom door & led the way in. Pointing to the wall where her two walk-in wardrobes where located, she said,

“Please put the bags down over there … & you can sit in that chair …” as she indicated its position at her dressing table.

Lizzie silently put the bags down as requested, but moved to the bottom of the large double bed & sat down there. She told Vanessa,

“Actually, I think this will suit me just fine … don’t keep me waiting too long … I’d like you to be clean & smelling really nice …”

Vanessa was, not for the first time today, almost lost for words. She was mostly aware, though, of that feeling, a rising sense of desire, excitement & anticipation coursing throughout her body again. She was, indeed, virtually submitting to the heady chemical barrage driving her emotions & behavior. Vanessa was so used to getting anything she wanted, & notoriously impatient. The scruffy, homeless woman would soon be added to her list of service providers. She told herself this was precisely the moment to lure ‘Elizabeth’ away from Sonja’s influence. Her bedroom was the ideal location to take control, possession would follow, & she was prepared to deploy all of her formidable charms to achieve that outcome.

In one obvious regard, Lizzie was a first—she would be Vanessa’s first female sexual encounter in this room, her most private & personal domain—the place where, in common with many of us, she would let her imagination rip & masturbate to her various fantasies, often involving virtual versions of Elizabeth. The room had hosted a, not insignificant, number of male boyfriends. They had succumbed almost too easily, in Vanessa’s view, to her temptress powers of seduction. This new challenge would, even if it required a modified approach, undoubtedly end in the same way as far as she was concerned.

Feeling hot & horny, Vanessa wanted to make an immediate, & striking, statement. She made no direct response to Lizzie’s distinctly impertinent comment. Instead she entered one of her ‘walk-ins’, located a full-length bathing robe & placed it on her bed, close to where Lizzie was sat. Vanessa moved to stand right in front of the full length mirror located between the ‘walk-ins’, & started to untie her violet silk robe. In her reflection, she noticed Lizzie had picked up the bathing robe, held it close to her nose, take a deeply drawn breath, & then quickly replaced it. Vanessa pretended not to notice, but permitted herself a satisfied smile as she continued getting ready & stepped out of her sandals. After she slipped out of her short robe, Vanessa stood in front of her mirror, naked apart from her pink lace thong & her Argyle diamond earrings. She appeared to be focused on her hair & face as she changed her head position as if inspecting them. In fact, she was largely interested in where Lizzie’s gaze was directed. She was unsurprised to see Lizzie apparently luxuriating in the gorgeous view stood barely a yard ahead & slightly to her right. Lizzie was absolutely motionless apart from her eyes, which were solely focused on devouring Vanessa from head-to-toe. They also alternated their view, switching greedily from the front side view, in the mirror, to that delicious reverse side she had already become acquainted with so recently in the garage.

Vanessa had previously demonstrated her ability to tease ‘poor’ Lizzie. She had, in fact, saved the best for this encore, as she hooked her fingers into each side of her thong, which she eased down to her knees, in a straight-legged pose. In bending her hips she almost presented her incredible ass, now merely pink shaded, just slightly askew from Lizzie’s line of sight. As she returned to her vertical stance, she released her thong, which just slid over her flawlessly smooth lower legs to the floor. Vanessa turned to face Lizzie, & moved to pick up her bath robe. Lizzie was entranced again, but in the course of this blatant exhibition she had also decided what was next in store for Vanessa.

Vanessa was trying hard to avoid eye contact with Lizzie as she started to pick up her bathrobe. Lizzie lightly grabbed a wrist & said,

“You’ve forgotten to take off your earrings … come here … kneel down … I’ll remove them …”

Lizzie wasn’t surprised as Vanessa immediately released the bathrobe, & silently knelt down directly in front of the low class woman. She twisted & tilted her head, & duly presented her diamond adorned right ear to the homeless woman. The shifting power dynamic represented by the poor woman stripping the rich one of some of her wealth symbols was not lost on either of them. Vanessa had to strongly remind herself to not move a hand directly to her pussy. Whilst for Lizzie, this was the third time in less than an hour where she had been able to effortlessly exert her control over the upper class socialite—this was starting to feel strongly addictive.

Lizzie, quite firmly, used one hand to tilt Vanessa’s head even further, & maintained a firm grip to keep her head still as she used her second hand to slowly extract the expensive earring. She placed it on the bathrobe & ordered Vanessa,

“Now the second one …”

Vanessa adjusted her head accordingly, & the process was repeated. As she placed the second earring next to its partner, Lizzie said,

“Now get cleaned up … you’re taking forever …”

Now Vanessa was definitely dumbstruck. These types of displays never failed with men, who would be invariably reduced to putty in her hands by this point. Instead, she was the one being ordered around, & she found herself quietly complying. As she rose to her feet, she reached for her bathrobe again, only to be told,

“You don’t need that … it’s a hot day … come back naked … I will pick a perfume from your collection over there, ” as she gestured towards Vanessa’s dressing table, with its array of expensive fragrance bottles.

Vanessa could feel herself getting wet again as, completely naked, she started walking to her bathroom.

Lizzie smiled as she watched Vanessa walk away, & thought to herself, ‘Perfect … finally … let’s see how much of a submissive slut she really is …’

Vanessa soon entered her lavishly fitted & tastefully designed bathroom. The room was split into a sizeable wet-room half, complete with drench shower, as well as a ‘dry’ half, containing a bath tub, etc. She got some towels ready &, as she found herself thinking excitedly about returning to her bedroom, decided to don a shower cap. She was in too much of a hurry to waste time drying her hair, even as she recalled Elizabeth having dried her cum-rinsed fingers in it. She reassured herself that she had carefully licked them clean beforehand. While she lathered herself with her fragrant body wash, Vanessa found herself, almost unconsciously, focusing on her pussy & her asshole. She found herself looking forward to getting some, much anticipated, attention in the latter, & wanted to be especially clean there. She still had to keep reminding herself not to linger too long in either area with her greedy, long fingers!

Finally, Vanessa emerged, partially towel-dried, into her ‘dry’ half, completed drying herself with another towel, & generously applied her Chanel L’Huile Rose body oil, with its floral & fruity notes, over her entire body & behind her ears. As she did, she remembered Elizabeth said she would pick a fragrance for her. She reassured herself, ‘I doubt she has been remotely near anybody smelling, & looking, this good before … she will not recall her previous instructions …’

Indeed, she found her biggest challenge was not to pay too much attention to her intimate areas, as she was only too well aware of her body signalling its ‘warning’ level of excitement. Vanessa was ready to return to her room …

In the meantime, Lizzie had been doing a little bit of nosing around in Vanessa’s bedroom. First, she checked out her selection of eau de parfums, & after a few trials, she located the very one Vanessa had been wearing earlier, in the garage, while strewn out on that car. She read the label, Coco Mademoiselle, by Chanel, & thought, ‘Yes … this smell … her body … quite the combination …’

Lizzie moved to one of the matching bedside tables, the one closest to the window, the side of the bed where she reasoned Vanessa would choose to sleep. Inside the top draw, she found what she was after—a couple of sex toys. Lizzie moved them to the bottom of the bed, & tucked them just under the top cover, within easy reach when needed.

As she was about ready for Vanessa’s return, Lizzie allowed herself an inspection of the recent shopping bags, & selected the dress & lingerie she wanted her to wear afterwards. She then allowed herself a lengthy peek into the rich woman’s walk-ins with their extensive types of storage, appropriate to each type of clothing & shoes. Lizzie had to admit that the stuck-up bitch had extremely fine, if expensive, tastes. Finally, she returned to the bed, & resumed her position. Her excitement & impatience were growing fast, & it was time to get ready for the return of her slut.

She started to remove her shoes …