Through heavy eyes Rose scanned the financial report for the third time, hoping fruitlessly that it might start to make sense. It wasn't a complicated document; hell, a few weeks ago the fiercely intelligent young woman would have just skimmed through, picked out the key figures and already been halfway through typing up her assessment. Now though it may as well have been written in Latin for all she could understand.
Letting out a great sigh, Rose sank back into her office chair and buried her head in her hands. God, she thought with despair, how had everything gone so wrong, so quickly? Of course, it was a rhetorical question; Rose knew very well the cause of all her recent troubles; after all it was sitting in an office not ten feet from her desk! Evelyn; her manager, and a woman who Rose had once considered her only friend.
When Rose was at her lowest, Evelyn had offered her a shoulder to cry on, then plied her with booze and used that moment of vulnerability to seduce and blackmail her. Now the cruel woman had complete control of Rose's life and was doing her best to make it a living hell.
Almost a month had passed since that fateful afternoon, where Evelyn had sprung her trap and turned Rose into her plaything. Enlisting the help of Rose's arch nemesis Jennifer (the platinum blonde bimbo who'd stolen her job, boyfriend and any chance at her dream career in fashion), Evelyn had publicly humiliated her, forced her to dress as a slut and made her suck Jennifer's toes while being used as a human sex toy. It had been the most degrading experience of Rose's life, and things hadn't improved since.
Rose now woke every morning at 5:30 sharp and would immediately drive to Evelyn's for no later than 6:00. She would let herself in and then creep as quietly as possible around the house while completing her morning chores. This meant cleaning the kitchen until it sparkled, preparing Evelyn's work clothes and lunch for the day, and running a piping hot bath ready for the moment her tormentor woke up.
Evelyn would leisurely rise and without a word of thanks, slip into the steaming bath that was ready and waiting for her. As she soaked blissfully in the tub, Rose would kneel mutely on the floor, waiting for Evelyn to have her pass up some beauty product, rinse her hair, shave her legs, or complete any other belittling task that came to mind. When Evelyn was done, Rose would help towel down her naked body, before scurrying back down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
While Evelyn enjoyed a delicious, cooked breakfast and sipped on a rich mug of coffee, Rose would kneel beneath the table, tenderly rubbing the older woman's feet. If she was lucky, Evelyn might throw her down a crust of toast or a half-chewed morsel of bacon, but more often than not she was made to go hungry.
Rose used to hate her little office job; reminding her as it did of the promising career that had been snatched from her. Now though, the hours she spent typing away at her desk were the highlight of her day. Not wanting to draw the attention of the other girls in the office, Evelyn seemed content to mostly leave Rose to her own devices. Work became a refuge from the humiliation and abuse that her life had become, and Rose found herself cherishing every moment she spent there.
Of course, it wasn't all plain sailing. Any chance Evelyn saw to subtly torment her young victim was eagerly seized upon. Whether it was spitting in her morning coffee, making her work through her lunch break or groping her ass when no-one was looking, Evelyn made sure Rose was kept in her place. Once, she'd even bundled poor Rose into a supply cupboard, pushed one hand up her skirt and with the other, stuffed a pair of well-worn panties into her mouth.
"I've been wearing these all week so they're nice and tasty for you," Evelyn had laughed.
Before they returned to the office, Evelyn told Rose in no uncertain terms that she was to keep the panties right where they were for the rest of the day. The terrified girl then spent the afternoon with her head down, praying none of the other girls would talk to her, with the taste of Evelyn's sweaty pussy fresh on her tongue.
Still, even with these occasional torments, her time at work was infinitely preferable to the rest of her miserable life. As the clock struck 17:00 and the other girls excitedly returned to their normal lives, Rose would feel a pit of dread open within her; knowing her true torture was about to begin.
Rose drove straight from work to Evelyn's house, and upon arrival immediately changed into her 'uniform.' This was essentially whichever hideously slutty outfit Evelyn had chosen from the growing collection she and Jennifer were helping Rose to build. Invariably this meant Rose would be tottering around in outrageously high heels and a painfully tight corset, with acres of flesh on display for Evelyn to devour with her eyes.
Since Evelyn seemed to enjoy treating her like a servant, Rose would then be made to clean the house from top to bottom. It was truly backbreaking work. Evelyn demanded perfection, and her reluctant young maid would often find herself knelt scrubbing floors or scouring surfaces until her arms ached and her knees bled. To make matters worse, Evelyn seemed to delight in looming over her as she worked, mocking her, spitting on her, reaching down and molesting her; constantly doing her level best to make sure Rose's self-esteem was suffering just as much as her body.
When the house was finally deemed to be sufficiently clean, Rose was allowed a brief break to use the bathroom, before getting straight to work cooking Evelyn's evening meal. This was always a fancy affair; pan fried scallops, fragrant spicy curry, rich roast lamb with seasonal vegetables, Rose's culinary skills have improved dramatically! Though of course she wasn't permitted such luxuries; instead, Rose ate bland, flavourless oatmeal from a dog bowl beneath the kitchen table. Depending on her mood, Evelyn might also spit in it, tip the bowl straight onto the floor or even lace up her muddy boots and step in it; laughing as Rose licked the gruel from her filthy soles.
Finally, beaten down and weary after hours of household chores and a humiliating dinner, Rose would then have to endure what remained of the evening as Evelyn's personal sex slave. It would start almost pleasantly; with Evelyn tenderly kissing her lips and stripping away her provocative clothing, as Rose returned the favour. When both women were naked, she would then have Rose worship every inch of her curvy, statuesque body.
The young Irish girl would start at her feet, taking her toes in her mouth and sucking them delicately, then would slowly kiss her way up Evelyn's thick meaty legs, digging her tongue into every crease and crevice of skin as she went. Rose would keep going, pushing her face into Evelyn's peachy ass, suckling on her voluptuous breasts and even licking the sweat from under her arms; all as the older women let out blissful groans of pleasure.
In all honesty Rose didn't mind those moments of quiet worship. Sure, it was humiliating, but no worse than what she had to endure through the rest of the day. While she was no lesbian, there was no doubt Evelyn was a beautiful, practically Amazonian woman, and she had to admit there was something more than a little exciting about enjoying such intimate access to her body. This peaceful worship however was only the start. Before long Evelyn's sadistic desires came bubbling back to the surface, and any enjoyment Rose might have felt was very quickly snuffed out.
