Vanessa makes an Offer ...

In the Bathroom …

Vanessa was standing in front of her full-length bathroom mirror, & following her usual post-shower beauty routine. As she stared back at her own image of near perfection, she suddenly stopped moisturizing & moved her face right up to the glass. Her mind was replaying the events of the day & their consequences—the unwanted feelings preying on her psyche. These were sensations she was totally unfamiliar with—she had undergone repeated sexual humiliation, had enthusiastically surrendered herself as a submissive slut, & all whilst under the control of a middle aged, smelly, homeless woman. Yes, she had managed to bring long-felt kinky dreams to their delightful reality, but it was only too clear that she may well have opened her own Pandora’s Box. Clearly, she had been swept along by the afternoon’s events, almost wallowing in her sexual epiphany. Vanessa, at the very top of British society, was used to driving situations & forging opinions. It was a role constantly emphasized by her parents, virtually a birth right, & the beautiful socialite fully recognized her key imperative now was to re-establish the ‘natural order’, & without delay.

In the Bedroom …

In the meantime, relaxing flat out on Vanessa’s bed, Lizzie was wallowing in her own state of post-coital exhilaration. This was a long-lost emotion for Lizzie, & she was very keen to share with Sonja this latest round of her adventures with Vanessa. Lizzie was totally convinced the rich bitch’s appetite for humiliation was merely edging over the start line. She had seen this type of behavior many times in her younger days as an active Dom. Her clientele had been, of choice, exclusively men, but they had, crucially, included a number of classic alpha male types. Lizzie recognized a number of similarities between this latter group & Vanessa—surely the textbook definition of the ‘alpha plus’ female. With this type of successful & powerful person in mind, Lizzie was keenly aware the limits of Vanessa’s desires were still ‘up in the air’, & was convinced that if she could gain her trust then the possibilities were, truly, endless.

Lizzie had been puzzled by the nature of this rich bitch’s particular kink, & then the penny dropped. ‘Of course … it’s bloody obvious, Lizzie, you know it’s been staring you in the face …

‘The woman who has it all … clicks her fingers to get anything she wants … & now she’s hooked on being totally dominated … by someone she sees as being bottom of the heap! … WOW! … What a fucked up bitch … Oh! … & that’s another bloody insult to me as well!’ she laughed out aloud. She also shook her head, in disbelief, as she realized, ‘I don’t quite have nothing … I have a pretty package, wrapped up in silk & lace, smelling nice, tucked away in my back pocket! ’

Lizzie picked up Vanessa’s violet silk robe off the floor, & opened it up on the bed. She really enjoyed the sensuous touch of the expensive silk garment, & as she rubbed her fingers slowly over the surface, she lowered her nose close enough to draw up that scent … the rich bitch’s scent. This wasn’t just her perfume though, it was more complex than that, being mixed in with the muskier smell of her sex. Lizzie then noticed a small darker patch, where a few of Vanessa’s sticky juices had continued trickling out while sitting in the living room—Lizzie couldn’t resist a sniff & taste, & smiled to herself as she tossed the robe back to the floor. Yes, there was no doubt about it, along with helping Sonja, life did have some meaning after all—as if from nowhere, things were fun again.

Vanessa returns to her bedroom …

As Vanessa walked back to her bedroom, she continued formulating her plan for managing the ‘Mistress Elizabeth’ issue. As she entered her room, she stood in front of Lizzie &, whilst donning the bathing robe that had played a minor part in the earlier action piece, calmly addressed her,

“I need to make myself very clear. What happened earlier was a one-off …. & only because I wanted it to …

“It would be churlish of me, though, not to acknowledge that I did enjoy myself … it was certainly a new experience for me … & now I would like to help you … give you an opportunity to improve your situation in life … I am a giving person … especially to those, like yourself, less fortunate …

“But, I am also certain you would like would like to … err … freshen up first? We can talk further when you return ….

“Unfortunately, I am unable to help you with regard to your clothes … clearly, I have nothing suitable here … “

Lizzie, while intrigued by the mention of an ‘opportunity’, had also heard more than enough for now,

“Sure … I understand … we both need a break ….

“I would appreciate a shower … I have a change of clothes back at my squat anyway … I can wait til then … “

As Lizzie left the room, Vanessa looked around her bedroom, slowly shaking her head at the signs of unsightly chaos in her usually immaculately organized, private domain—items of discarded clothing strewn around the floor, disheveled bedclothes &, most conspicuous of all, Lizzie’s cheap pair of style-free, black canvas, slip-on shoes, neatly placed at the foot of the bed with a smelly pair of socks tucked within. Vanessa did a quick tidy-up, moved Lizzie’s shoes out of immediate sight, & reminded herself: ‘You know what to do … remember who you are … & don’t forget who she is …’

Vanessa needs to exert her authority … it’s time to make an immediate & lasting impression

Vanessa briefly surveyed the two bags of shopping picked out by Lizzie, but immediately put them back in the entrance to the walk-in, as she told herself:

‘I would have to be **** before I let that tramp dress me! …‘

With that salutary reminder, she started her preparations, while her mind scoped out her crucial dress & jewellery. Her immaculately cut hairstyle needed very little work beyond brushing through & drying with a modicum of restyling—in a matter of minutes it was quickly restored to its standard ‘groomed-to-perfection’ look. One of the big pluses of her natural beauty was the minimal effort required on the facial make-up—beyond her strictly followed moisturizing regime, Vanessa limited herself to a carefully thought out ‘matched to the occasion’ look. For this particular meeting, the chief requirement was to set the right color combination for her eye shadow, lipstick & earrings—she needed to evince stylish, wealthy authority.

As far back as she could remember Vanessa could recall one of her mother’s most oft-repeated edicts concerning the absolute importance of one’s appearance. She recalled her mother’s expression:

‘Always remember who you are, Vanessa. Your status means you are always in the public eye, & first impressions count for everything. You should always try to look exactly as you expect to be perceived—as someone at the very pinnacle of society.’

As ever, Vanessa’s basis for feeling perfect started with the selection of some of her very best underwear. After a brief survey of her extensive lingerie collection, she chose a characteristically beautiful 3-piece set in dark blue satin silk, exquisitely decorated in hand-embroidered double frastaglio, ivory lace. While she wouldn’t normally choose to wear stockings in such fine, hot weather, Vanessa deemed they would reinforce the contrast between herself & her low class visitors. She settled for a pair of her favorite type: 15 denier, beige coloured, sheer & shiny. As she donned her lingerie Vanessa stood where she could constantly admire her reflections within two of her suitably positioned full-length mirrors. Feeling as sexed-up as she was, she found herself unavoidably lingering with her hands & fingers as she slipped into each item. She sat on her bed to put on her stockings, slowly & sensuously unfurled them to their fullest extent, before they were secured with the suspender clasps. Vanessa, again, stood & turned in front of her mirrors. Each leg took its turn as the star of the show, as she bent over at her waist & stroked them along their full length, both hands each time. She finally stood ramrod straight, doing small turns from side to side, & took her time to enjoy the extra sheen the stockings added to those gorgeously bronzed limbs. She mused to herself, ‘Almost a shame, most of my legs will actually be hidden from their gaze …’ & then smiled, ‘I must remember to give them a better view when I sit down!’ And then, as if from nowhere, Vanessa started thinking about the prospect of Lizzie’s soiled hands & fingers slowly groping their way up her stockings, pausing at their tops & suspender clasps, before finally homing in on their ultimate goal. To her slight consternation, Vanessa was only too well aware of just how strongly she wished to include it in her growing list of new experiences. Finally, she regained some composure & resumed her, normally pin-sharp, focus on what all this effort was actually supposed to be about.

She had already picked her shoes, a striking pair of 4” traditional pumps in burnt orange silk twill, & bearing a square flap detail at the front. They offered a vivid, complementary contrast, to the generally softer color palette provided by the rest of her outfit & make-up.

For her dress, she chose another one of her day’s purchases, a stunning rainbow, midi-length, pleated dress, in a soft buttery cream silk with slices of peaches, corals, greens and yellows. For her jewellery selection, she settled for a slightly understated, almost muted, but incredibly elegant & expensive Bvlgari collection, comprising earrings, necklace & bracelet, in rose gold, with mother-of-pearl decoration trimmed with small diamonds. When she finished dressing, Vanessa took her time to give herself an extended, all round inspection of the final result. She felt more than satisfied, secure in the knowledge that she oozed class & wealth. Vanessa was confident her low class guests would be not just merely impressed but truly overawed.

Just as Vanessa finished admiring herself, Lizzie returned, but immediately paused, standing just inside the bedroom door. Lizzie was actually dumbstruck, as she gradually took in the glorious view standing a few yards away. Vanessa stood still, not wishing to disturb Lizzie’s gaze as the low-class visitor performed a full-length body scan. Lizzie was indeed rather more than impressed, & her head soon started re-filling with lustful notions. She also quickly picked-up on Vanessa’s loud & clear signals of disobedience: she had not followed Lizzie’s choice of outfit & had also changed her fragrance. She also noticed the tidied-up room & bed. Virtually all signs of the earlier action had been removed, & she only just caught a glimpse of her own scruffy shoes, barely peeping out from the side of the bed.

Vanessa couldn’t help herself really, her attempt to display & exude wealthy authority was only partially successful, as she suddenly realized she was waiting for some sort of signal of approval. She chose to break the slightly awkward silence.

“As I said earlier, I wish to make you an offer … to help improve your situation ….”

Lizzie impatiently interrupted, she wanted her to get to the point,

“I’m all ears, do you actually have anything else to offer me?”

Vanessa duly noted the impertinence, but ignored that as she resumed with undoubted authority in her most confident upper class tone,

“You have certain skills & services that I appreciate & would like to call upon … from time to time … I can offer you a part-time position on my household staff … & help you find permanent accommodation. We can sort the details later. I assume you are ready to start?”