Edited the story to fix the hair colour issue
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Evelyn was a 21-year old University student. A blonde girl with long, straight hair, blue eyes, a slim body with perky B-cup breasts, she was used to get a lot of attention. Had it not be for her relatively short stature (5'5"), she would have surely been asked to model. She had been in a relationship with her boyfriend for two years now and the pair were planning to rent an apartment together at the end of their studies.
During the summer after their final year at University, they had decided to treat themselves to a trip to New York to celebrate their degree. Evelyn found the city amazing and exciting and the locals rather friendly. Indeed they had befriended a group of people one night, thanks to their shared interest in music with Evelyn's boyfriend. They subsequently invited Evelyn and her boyfriend to come along with them to an alternative rock club. This was not Evelyn's favourite type of music but she agreed to tag along to make her boyfriend happy. At the club her boyfriend and his new friends hit the dance floor, jumping up and down and headbanging, while Evelyn sat at a table, happy to watch them from a safe distance.
After a while a rather tall woman that Evelyn estimated to be in her early 30s came and sat in the spare seat next to Evelyn's. She stroke an impressive figure: she had a toned, fit body and black hair, interspersed with purple strands, which she kept in a pixie haircut. She was all dressed in black, wearing a black vest, black jeans and black combat boots. Evelyn could see several tattoos along her arms. She wore a nose ring on her right nostril, black eyeliner around her light brown eyes and two black button-shaped earrings, giving her a Goth look. She would not have been out of place in a Marilyn Manson video and Evelyn did feel a bit intimidated. The woman then turned to Evelyn and said, "New around here, aren't you, little girl?"
"Yeah," Evelyn replied rather uncertainly. Evelyn didn't like people referring to her as little girl and would normally call them out on that, but there was something about the tone of the woman's voice that did not allow for any objection.
"Listen, you strike me exactly as my type...why don't you come with me and I show you a good time?"
"What? I'm sorry but you've got the wrong impression. I am not into women!"
"Even better! I enjoy turning little straight girls like you into docile lesbian slaves!"
Evelyn felt intimidated but also a bit aroused by her words. Still she decide it was best to make things clear.
"Listen, I am straight. I have a boyfriend I love very much! Now, if you will excuse me, I will be off to the toilet!"
Evelyn stood up and headed to the toilet. As Evelyn entered the cubicle and was about to close the door, the woman from before barges in and lock the door behind her. Before Evelyn could even protest, the woman pushed her against one of the cubicle's walls and pinned the young girl's body against it with hers. Evelyn could feel the mysterious woman's breasts pushing hard against hers and her rock hard nipples poking almost painfully against Evelyn's. The woman stared Evelyn straight in the eyes with a piercing gaze and Evelyn could not help but feeling mesmerised by it. The older woman then put her mouth next to Evelyn's right ear and said, "Your boyfriend does not scare me. He is not what you deserve. What you crave is someone strong in our life. Now look me in the eyes and tell me if I'm wrong?"
"He is very nice and treats me well. I-"
"Yes. But you are a dirty girl. And need to be treated as such. You need someone to put you in your place and control you."
Evelyn was speechless and began to feel aroused. There was something about that woman's demeanour, her tone of voice, her look that hits a visceral note with Evelyn. A craving that had long been neglected.
"You will come with me. Now. No more men for you. I will make you mine forever and own you like a little pet."
She sounded so assertive and confident...Evelyn simply could not deny her arousal. And while part of her wanted to run back to her boyfriend, another growing part wanted to be owned and ravished by that strong woman. Without waiting for an answer, the mysterious woman grabbed Evelyn by the hand and led her outside the club and to her car. Evelyn, almost mesmerised, just let herself be led.
In the car, the mysterious woman addressed Evelyn, "What is your name, little girl?"
"E-Evelyn...", Evelyn replied hesitantly.
"Evelyn...my name is Heather but you will address me as Miss Heather in private. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes."
Heather slapped Evelyn on the face.
"Yes what?"
"Y-yes Miss Heather..."
"Good girl. I want you to take your panties off and hand them to me. Now."
"Wha-" but she could not finish before being slapped in the face again.
"Never question me! You will always do as you are told. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes."
Evelyn removed her panties and handed them to the older woman. She opened the driver window and threw them out, leaving Evelyn feeling very vulnerable.
Once arrived at her place, Heather pushed Evelyn inside and then immediately pinned the young girl with her body against a wall, further cementing her supremacy. As she pushed he breasts against Evelyn's, the young student realised she was not wearing any bra. Her nipples were rock hard and poking almost painfully against the blonde girl's. It was then that Evelyn realised that was something else making her nipples so hard. She has pierced nipples! Evelyn was in the presence of a woman like she had never met before!
"I have a schoolgirl outfit that should fit you. I want you to come upstairs with me and wear it. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Miss Heather."
Heather took the blonde girl upstairs to a bedroom and dug out the outfit. She tossed it at Evelyn and ordered her to get undressed and wear it.
"Y-you mean undress here, in front of you?"
