Florence was in heaven, or some dark, depraved version of it. She was currently licking the soles of Mistress Adalind's bare feet and loved it. She came to realize in the 48 hours she had spent in the dominatrix's company, that being a submissive lesbian was her new purpose in life. She never wanted to before that day, even though she did often masturbate to lesbian porn. And through her new sexual epiphany, she came to another realization: she could easily see herself falling in love with not Adalind, whom she worshipped like a pet doggy worships its owner, like a goddess, but with Ruby, her roommate and classmate at university.
Ruby Lean was Flo's surrogate sister as well as her friend. They bonded after they both lost their parents, then met at university where they hit it off. Ruby had a worse upbringing upon her parents' deaths as the family member who took her in frequently tried to take advantage of her. She eventually fled to university to avoid the lecherous pervert and begin anew. And she found a fellow orphan and she and Flo had been inseparable ever since.
It was Flo's love for Ruby that brought about Adalind's new plan: to seduce Ruby and prove to her that she was also born for the lesbian submissive lifestyle, whilst finding her soulmate in her best friend.
"I want you, my dear little pet, to phone this Ruby Lean, and then we shall initiate her as I did you," said Adalind seductively.
"Yes, Mistress, but let's not force her too harshly. It may bring back bad memories of her life with her uncle," implored Flo.
"I understand, my pet, and don't worry. She'll love it!"
Flo wished she was as confident about that as her Mistress, but she trusted her implicitly, even in the space of such a short time.
"Here's your phone, my dear. Call her."
"Yes, Mistress," whispered Flo in anticipation.
She dialled Ruby's name and then pressed the call icon, holding the phone shakily to her ear.
Two rings later and her voice flooded her ears down to her heat and then down to her pussy.
"Hey, hun. What's up? You coming back soon?"
"Actually, I'm gonna be here another few days. Miss Fitzgerald has to stay out on business longer than she anticipated. Since I'll be here longer, I wondered if you wanted to come round here and we'll have a look in her larder. I think it's full of liqueur!"
"Um, a rich woman's house and free alcohol with my bestie? Um, YEAH!"
Adalind suppressed a giggle at Ruby's sassy attitude and enthusiasm at hanging out with her 'sister'.
"I'll see you in about 20, yeah?"
"Defo, babe!"
She hung up and Flo looked to her owner.
"Now, sweetie, I want you to be in that lounge with two glasses of Merlot, wearing nothing but your dressing gown. When she comes, I'll be waiting in the dungeon for you both. Good luck, my pet."
Flo smiled meekly and meowed in farewell.
It was only ten or more minutes before Ruby arrived, complete with a bag, likely full of make-up or maybe a sleeping bag or a few bottles of her own alcohol.
She knocked on the large front door.
"Florence?"
"DOOR'S OPEN! JUST LOCK UP BEHIND YOU!"
Ruby obeyed and after locking up admired the splendour and aristocratic appearance of Adalind Fitzgerald's home.
"Wow," she whispered in awe.
Then she recollected her hostess wasn't Adalind, but her best friend.
"Florence? Where you at?"
"In here, babe!"
The voice came from the lounge area so Ruby followed the sound and found Florence sat with her feet up on a chaise longue, clad in nothing but her cotton pale-blue dressing gown, tied securely around her waist.
"Uh, hey? You not ready?"
"Oh, this?" remarked Flo with a blush. "I just had a shower before I answered the phone and found out about Ms. Fitzgerald's extension, so I called you right after. Had enough time to dry my hair and to be honest, my gown's so cosy in this draughty house."
"I guess you have a point, it IS chilly in here. Kinda makes me wish I wore my jeans rather than my shorts."
"Oh, no! I think you look much better in your shorts!" squeaked Flo hastily.
"I, um, really?!"
Ruby had been taken aback at how sincerely and urgently Florence had complimented her more revealing shorts. It made her blush as much as Flo was.
"Sure, I mean, you have a bigger, um, rack than I do, your skin tans better-!"
"You're kidding, right? My skin blisters with my freckles!"
Ruby was indeed as much a redhead to go with her name. She was red by nature, Sorted into Gryffindor on Pottermore, (Flo was a Ravenclaw) red hair, her skin went red before it tanned to brown on hot days, and even her favourite colour was red. Her legs were long but shapely, as were her hips and breasts. Her hair shone in the light and her face was lightly covered in the most adorable freckles that Flo had ever seen. She didn't understand how she had never realized that she was in love with her before now.
"You don't blister, you radiate and then glow," said Flo sweetly.
That made Ruby glow brighter than any carbon-based namesake in creation.
"I...I never thought you would say something that sweet about me," she said shyly.
"Well, you are my best friend, Ruby," said Flo sincerely.
Ruby smiled. "And you mine. I never felt happier than when I am with you since my mum and dad died."
Flo went over to her friend and cuddled her lovingly. Ruby let out some tears, whether of joy, contentment or grief, she wasn't sure.
"Shall we?"
Flo held a glass and the bottle of Merlot that Adalind gave her.
"Defo!"
Within ten minutes, Flo and Ruby had both finished their first glasses, and as Ruby drank, Flo glanced eagerly over to the door leading into the room that changed her forever, as well as the woman who owned it and her.
"So what's it like? Leaving the big life?" asked Ruby, gesturing around the room.
"It's dreamy, it's so good. Better than anything I've ever experienced before in my life," said Flo truthfully.
"Wow, well you may not want to get too attached, hun. You can't stay here forever."
Flo sipped her drink and shrugged insincerely.
"But we can enjoy it while it lasts tonight, huh?"
"You bet, Ruby."
They drank for quite some time after that. Ruby was quicker to become intoxicated, as Flo was deliberately taking her time, pacing herself so as to make sure she doesn't fail the task her mistress set out for her.
"Want another glass, hun?" she asked.
"Hit me!"
Ruby was completely oblivious to what Flo did next. Taking her glass and pouring her some more wine, she slipped in some powder and mixed it in. Flo understood that her mistress wanted her to spike Ruby with a drug that would render her unconscious for a considerable amount of time. By the time she would wake, she would be beyond a hangover, but fully conscious of the situation of what would befall her...a new life!
"Here," said Flo nervously, handing over the spiked glass.
"Oh, I never messhuned," stammered Ruby in her intoxicated state, "that I wash thinking of...writing a...biograshy."
"Oh, yeah?"
