Roxx's Role
Chapter 2
Roxie looked at the women in the mirror. She looked similar to the one she always saw with just a few subtle differences. The perpetual frown had gone, the normal furrowed brow now slightly smoother. The deep hazel eyes still looked tired but also held a small spark of life and maybe a little hope. The mouth, instead of the lips being pressed tightly together were a little more relaxed, there may even be the hint of a natural smile at the corners instead of the false one she normally wore. The hair was still the same, half shaved to stubble half several inches long and bleached white. Although it had a slight sheen to it now, which was possibly due to the different shampoo it had been washed with more than anything else.
Her eyes moved to the reflected room, a spacious neat bathroom decorated in pale greens and gray. Not a bathroom she was used to. Roxie's was about half the size of this one and looked a lot less tidy.
Finally, her eyes drifted back to her body. That was exactly the same as it was last time she had looked at it. Apart from the small fact she was totally naked of course. The memory of the previous night flitted through her head making her belly do a few back flips and sending a flush of heat to her loins.
It had seemed a very sexy thing to do at the time, ensuring her clothing was locked away for twenty-four hours, but that was before she had realised she needed to go to work before that time was up. So now here she stood, stark naked, in the bathroom of the lady she was now calling Miss Isla, a petite, copper haired, green eyed dominant, who Roxie had agreed to letting control certain aspects of her life. She had never considered herself a submissive but since she had agreed to it, she had felt a certain sense of calm and if she had to admit very aroused sexually. Although now there was the small issue of having to go to the home of her friend and boss, Lucy, for the spare key to her flat so she could get clothing to go to work in. All in the middle of the day while she was naked.
Of course, Isla had teased her relentlessly, and if Roxie was totally honest with herself, she suspected Isla had partly engineered the situation. It was too much of a coincidence that Isla had remembered that Roxie would be in the predicament just as she hit a climax, triggering a reaction that Roxie could only describe as 'earth shaking'. Just remembering the climax sent shivers through her body.
A soft knock on the bathroom door dragged Roxie's attention back to reality.
"Little bear... I have something that you can wear."
Roxie's heart fluttered at the sound of the voice. Little bear. That was what Miss Isla called her when their dynamic was functional. There had been a few nervous giggles earlier when Roxie had attempted to wear some of Isla's clothing. With nearly a foot difference in height and about twenty plus kilos difference in weight, Isla's borrowed t-shirt, which to be fair had been the largest she owned, split along one seam when Roxie had tried to squeeze her huge shoulders through it. After one glance, Roxie didn't even bother trying the shorts. So, Miss Isla had sent Roxie off to shower while she came up with a plan.
Now Roxie surmised it was time to find out what that plan was.
She looked into her reflected eyes once more. "Good luck." Roxie told herself quietly as she walked away from the mirror.
When Roxie entered the bedroom where they had finally managed to get some sleep, with Isla's small body tucked up tight in Roxie's arms, she saw Isla was fully dressed, her hair gleaming in the sun that flooded the room, and her green eyes burning with that sexy fire that made Roxie feel totally out of her comfort zone. Typically, Isla looked stunning in a crisp white form fitting t-shirt and a pair of denim jeans that touched every curve of her lower body.
"Are you sure you want to cover that sexy body of yours little bear?" Isla asked with a lustful note to her voice.
Fighting the urge to cover herself Roxie gave a nervous laugh. "I don't think I am brave enough to go full on nudist Miss Isla." She replied, her face warming again.
"Shame." Isla giggled. "Still, you are very distracting as you are, so I suppose we had better get you covered up. I'm not sure I could concentrate on my job if I had to keep thinking of you standing by the door of the club naked."
The words cut deeply into the imagined scene Roxie had climaxed to the previous night and she gave a slight moan as she felt the first tingles of arousal.
"Wow." Isla gaped. "It really doesn't take much to get you going."
Unable to meet Isla's lustful gaze, Roxie looked downwards bashfully. "I can't help it. You've done something to me that I keep imagining myself naked for you and the thought of that just turns me on."
"Oh, little bear. That is so lovely that you admitted that." Isla replied gently. "And knowing that gets me worked up."
Roxie lifted her head in surprise. "You get aroused at me being aroused?" She questioned.
"Fuck yes." Isla told her. "Making you hot and wet is my kink. The more excited you get, the hornier I get."
"Oh gods." Roxie muttered as she envisioned the scenario where between them, they would just be feeding off each other in a never-ending cycle.
"Mmmm, delicious thought isn't it." Isla grinned, moving a little closer to Roxie and placing a light kiss on her lips.
"Well, if the thought of being naked turns you on we will see how you get on with my idea. I am afraid there wasn't a great deal I could do with what I have, but this will at least preserve your modesty." Isla lifted a carrier bag that obviously contained something made from material.
Roxie had no clue what to expect but she had an idea it wouldn't be something she would normally wear, and the way Isla was suppressing her giggling, Roxie had the feeling it was going to be embarrassing.
"I got it for a fancy-dress party, but they sent the wrong size and I forgot to send it back." Isla explained as she dipped her hand into the bag. Before the item was revealed Isla paused, her hand still in the bag. "Just so you know this isn't the only option, but it is going to cover the most." Isla informed Roxie at little more seriously.
"Can you please just show me Miss Isla." Roxie asked her tone resigned. "Then at least I know my options."
"Yes, of course little bear." Isla agreed and pulled out the contents.
As the item was withdrawn from the bag Roxie half closed her eyes not really wanting to see what the mischievous Isla had in mind. She was expecting something in black leather with strategically placed holes or something similar.
It certainly wasn't what Isla pulled out and lay on the bed.
A rabbit onesie. Made from pink and white furry material, complete with paws for the feet and hands, and a hood with huge pink and white ears.
Just looking at the item made Roxie feel faint. She could easily imagine Isla walking her along the road, hand in hand, nothing hugely exciting, but they would both know she would be totally naked underneath. Add to the fact that everyone would be staring because of the outfit... Roxie moaned quietly.
"Yes, I know exciting thought, isn't it." Isla flushed with excitement and her own arousal.
"What's the other option?" Roxie asked nervously all too aware that Isla was going to make this into an opportunity to get her as turned on as possible. She dreaded the thought of what she was going to end up wearing, and at the same time wanted Isla to fill her with the tense thrill she had the previous night. The mixed feelings were leaving her flustered to the point of distraction.
"How would you feel about wearing a dress?" Isla asked innocently.
It took a lot of self-control for Roxie not to laugh. From memory the last time she had worn a dress was when she was at school, and she hadn't had a choice. But at this moment in time, it seemed to be her best option.
"Okay Miss Isla, let's go with the dress." Roxie decided for good or for bad.
A small look of disappointment crossed Isla's face as she placed the onesie back in the bag. "Oh well, we'll keep it safe because you never know."
Isla looked back to Roxie, the humour returning to her face. "Now obviously I haven't got a dress that will fit you." She informed. "So, what I propose to do is make you one out of a sheet."
Immediately Roxie wondered if she had made the right choice. The idea of a homemade dress filled her head with fears of just what Isla would come up with.
"Don't worry little bear." Isla reassured. "I am really good with a needle and thread. You will look like Cinderella by the time I am finished."
Roxie had the mental image of Cinderella only a triple X rated lesbian porn version of the classic and wondered if that was the same thing Isla was thinking.
A few hours later, Roxie looked at herself in the long mirror in the bedroom. She had to admit, even though she didn't look like Cinders, the bedsheet dress did actually look like a dress. Okay it was made from a white sheet so it was a little see through, Roxie could just make out the darker areas of her nipples and public hair against the pale areas of her body. Isla had suggested she shave her pubis, and while the thought was appealing there were more important things to address first. Mainly getting in to her flat so she would have clothing to wear to work that night. She admired Isla's handiwork in greater detail. The bed sheet had been cut in the middle to make a neckline, once that had been slipped over Roxie's head, Isla had adjusted the depth cut so it didn't show Roxie's breast's off to everyone, then she had gathered the open sides in, and literally sewn the sheet together around Roxie's body. It was fitted to her waist, leaving the top loose but not that loose it gaped open, and the lower hem finished mid-thigh, allowing Roxie the freedom to bend over without flashing.
It felt very sexual to be naked under it, but at the same time it didn't look too out of place and covered her body quite well.
Isla's face appeared at the bedroom door. "The taxi is here." She announced as her eyes roving over Roxie's reflected image. "You know that looks really hot on you."
