They had just moved into their new house. The two girls had just graduated college, and one of them got lucky right out the gate. Ivy was the one with the job, she had graduated with a major in computers with a minor in graphic arts. Her friend and room mate, Beverly, had a degree in fine art and was having a hard time finding a job.

Ivy’s job was working for a new start-up in the away far enough away from the school that they couldn’t use their apartment anymore. Beverly stayed with Ivy and had offered to do the housework until she could find a job. But the house that the company had provided was in a closed community, and Ivy needed the beat-up car they had to get to work.

The first morning of work came and Ivy was rushing around the house half naked trying to find a suitable outfit for work. “Come now Ivy.” Beverly was saying for what must have been then tenth time, “You don’t have to worry about it so much, as long as your hair is straight I’m sure they won’t mind what you’re wearing.” She was helping, wearing even less then Ivy, not being a morning person herself she had just woke up to help Ivy.

“I know, but I want to make a good impression.” Ivy said, “And I can’t find anything formal.”

“Then just wear a mini and a blouse, and some high heels.” Beverly said with a smile, walking over to the panty clad Ivy with an almost meow in her voice, “Of course you won’t need the panties if you did that.”

Ivy’s only response was to blush, turn around and rush into the closet looking for some decent clothes to wear. But Bev wasn’t put off, “Come now Ivy, I dare you. Its probably going to be an office full of men, and you’ll be the only female graphics designer there.” The deft fingers of the taller blond worked on Ivy’s panties and pushed them down. Ivy just shook her mass of black hair and turned to look at Bev’s face,

“Oh alright.” She said as she let the panties fall of her shapely buttocks and land at the feet of her 5’6” body. “I suppose you think I should go without a bra as well?” She asked with a smirk, and leaned forward and kissed her friends chin, “But I don’t have time to argue with you today.” She found a tight, black mini skirt and pulled it up her body, and settled it around her waist, the hem falling down about a third of the way down her shapely thighs.

“I have to leave in about 20 minutes and I still have to put on my makeup and do my hair.” She reached over to get a silk blouse from the hanger and threw it on; spending a few moments making sure it was buttoned up all the way.

“Aww come now Ivy.” Bev said after a moment and reached forward and unbuttoned the top two buttons, “You have a nice body, you should show it off. And I’m sure the boys at work will appreciate it. Besides the sun is shining and it’s getting hot out there. Tell you what I’ll do your hair and you work on your make-up, but don’t go over board on it. Just some lipstick and some blush should do you, its not like you need more.”

The shorter girl almost huffed at Bev, “You’re always saying that. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a lesbian. But I’ve seen you fuck more boys then I have.”

“That’s just because you don’t have any confidence girl. You got a job and I didn’t. Now lets get you ready for work, and I can go to bed.” She said with a smile, “And finish unpacking.”

Twenty minutes and Ivy was out the door to the car, wearing only the two pieces of clothing and a set of high-heeled shoes. Bev stood in the doorway, now wearing a full-length robe and her slippers. She reached for the morning paper and shook her head, ‘if only the girl had some confidence.’ She thought to herself.

“Oh you must be Bev.” A voice said to her that woke her from her daydream. Standing before her was a woman, a bit taller then herself, wearing tight jeans and a T-shirt. Not really hiding her outstanding figure and her fair sized breasts.

“Umm yes I am.” Bev said after a pause, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I was looking for Ivy. I’m her supervisor at work, and hoped to see her before work.”

“Oh she just left.” The supervisor looked at her left wrist and at the watch, “Oh it’s a bit early isn’t it?” She said with a smile, “Well HR will like it I suppose, get her through the paperwork. It’s only about eight and they’ll be the only ones in right now. I usually don’t get in till ten myself.” The woman smiled and then put down the gym bag before offering her hand, “I’m Neala.” She said as Bev took her hand.

“I’m Bev.” The blond stammered a bit, being a bit overwhelmed.

“Yes I see that. Ivy did say she was bringing her room mate with her.” Neala’s smile was bright, almost too bright in the sunlight, “Have you found a job yet?”

“No, not yet. Not much call for my training out here.” Bev said with a bit of regret in her voice.

“I suppose not. What did you do in college?”

“Well you see…” Bev started, and this time it was her turn to blush.

“Yes?” The question was a bit firmer then Bev was expecting, Neala’s voice seemed just as friendly, but more forceful now.

“I earned some money doing nude modeling for the arts class.” Bev said quickly, her words coming out rapidly.

Neala for her part looked genuinely interested, “Oh, that must have been fun.”

“Well in a way it was, Neala.” Bev said after a moment, her face still a bit wet. Not willing to admit to more.

“Well you know we’re looking for some models for the motion capture studios. Those who can stand still for what seems like hours on end when the system is being set up, and for making very precise measurements.” Neala stated with a smile, “Would you be interested in that?”

Bev looked up quickly, “Oh yes I sure would, I didn’t know what I was going to be able to do.”

Neala took a step back and smiled at the young woman, “Good then, lets have a look at you.” She said with a smile, the commanding tone of her voice taking over. “Take off that robe, lets see what you look like without it.”

Still standing in the shadow of the door, her hand went instinctively to the belt of her robe. “What here?” She said with a shocked voice. “But I couldn’t, others could see.”

“Others saw you for those classes you posed for, didn’t they?”

“Yes, but that was in a private room, and it wasn’t that big of a class, and it…” She said quickly.

“Well if you don’t want the job I suppose.” Neala half threatened.

Bev quickly went for the belt of her robe and undid it, “Yes I want the job, Neala. Promise you won’t laugh?” She asked.

“I’ll do my best Bev.” She said, again with a smile, “Now strip girl!” She ordered.

The full-length robe fell from the 5’8 frame of the blond, slipping off her shoulders to her feet. Her full breasts came into view, capped with a set of dark pink nipples. Her body had a few freckles here and there, but for the most part her body was a flawless tanned, and it looked like she tanned naked. Her buttocks and were small but still shapely, her pubic area lightly covered with a blond tuft of pubic hair. Bev’s legs were long, slightly longer then her body, and well sculpted, showing off the form and definition that comes from standing in awkward poses for long periods of time.

Neala half squinted and then smiled, “Ahh yes, but lets get a better look at you.” She reached forward and grabbed Neala’s hand and drew her out into the middle of the lawn, right into the bright sunlight. Bev almost tripped and stumbled as she was brought forward with a squeak. She covered her breasts and sex with her arms and hands, her face flushed brightly.

Normally the blond was the more dominant of the two who lived in the house, at least the more confident. But Neala was handling her like she was no more then a child. She was drawn out into the middle of the yard.

“That’s no way for you to stand girl. I can’t see you properly like that.” She Neala walked behind Bev and brought her arms behind her and bent the elbows, so that her hands touched the opposite elbow. “There that’s better.” Neala commented as she walked in front of the naked girl. She placed one of her sneakers between Bev’s ankles and spread her ankles to a little more then shoulder width apart. “There, stand like that.”

Bev stood there, facing the road and bit her lip as a car went by. Others seemed to be passing on their way to work, and a few were walking along the sidewalk to the gym like Neala was. A few stopped to watch.

“But this is embarrassing.” Bev said, but didn’t move, she wanted the job. She didn’t want Ivy to pay for room and board like she did for most of their time through college. Her face was flushed red under her golden tan.

“Oh pay that no mind, Bev.” Neala said, standing to the side of Bev, never in the way of an observers view. She lifted her hand to stroke along the slightly shorter woman’s breasts, “Now what are these? Cs? Or Ds?”

“They’re a small D.” Bev said in a small voice, very embarrassed and feeling shyer then she has for a long time.

Neala gave the breasts a squeeze, “They do feel natural too.” Her voice seemed pleased. Her fingers rolled over the girls nipples and gave them a squeeze too which got a gasp from Bev, “Oooh and nice long and sensitive nipples too.” Bev just opened her mouth but didn’t say anything at all.

The taller woman’s finger nails moved down Bev’s body and stroked along her pubic zone, “My, my, my.” She said with a smile, “You seem to be a bit of a naughty girl, getting wet like this.” She slipped a finger into Bev’s sex, “very wet indeed. Does Ivy know about this I wonder?”

Bev did her best to stand still, her desire for the job currently over riding her instincts to push the woman away and cover herself. She opened her mouth and closed it. Suddenly she jumped as Neala’s hand came down heavily on her buttocks in a loud ‘SMACK!’. Her sex clamped down around Neala’s fingers, and she let out a cry of pleasure, her buttocks wiggling.

“Answer me girl!” Neala’s voice had lost its friendly tone, and was now fully commanding.

“No, she doesn’t know about it.” Bev said quickly before she let out another cry of pleasure as her buttocks were spanked again.

“No, she doesn’t MISTRESS!” Neala said with a very firm tone.

“No, she doesn’t….” Bev said almost meekly, and cried again as her buttocks received another swat, “Mistress!” She shouted out, her sexual juices were dripping over Neala’s fingers now.

“I see you’ll need some training.” Neala said after a moment, stroking Bev’s clit, “But since you’re new around here I’ll show you around, lets go.” She walked towards the door to get her gym bag.

Bev, released from her almost trancelike state, ran towards the door, but Neala caught her hand again, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get some clothes.” She said quickly, “Mistress.” She said after another cry as her buttocks were spanked again. “I can’t go out like this, mistress.”

“No I guess you’re right.” Neala said quickly, “Go stand out front there and I’ll get you some clothes to wear.” Her voice was firm again, “Stand like I told you.” She pulled Bev back from the doorway and pushed her towards the center of the lawn.

Bev for her part didn’t know what to do. She just did what instinct had told her, she ran back to the center of the lawn and stood there again, as a crowd of people had showed up. Her face was red as she stood there naked and spread before them.

She felt Neala’s hands on her neck, “If you do well at this.” She heard the whisper, “You’ll get the job.” She felt a piece of leather go around her neck and was buckled in place. Next she felt a pair of what felt like gloves go over her hands, but there were no fingers of thumbs on it, instead it was fully contained and felt padded, a heavy leather strap was buckled around her wrists. She then felt heavy hands on her shoulders push her down to her knees, she moaned as she felt herself getting more and more aroused despite herself.

“Get on your back.” She was ordered, and she was helpless to refuse as she rolled onto her back, bringing her hands out from underneath her as she did so. She saw they were now covered in what looked to be padded paws. As she was examining them Neala placed a set of heavy leather pads on her shins, knees and feet. The were strapped just under her knees and at her ankles. Forcing her feet to be pushed down.

“Get back on all fours now girl.” Bev blushed as she did so, not feeling the grass through the heavy pads on her lower legs, or on the palms of her hands. Her large breasts dangled down, her face still scarlet.

“No!” She let out a bit of a cry as she felt something push against her rear entrance, “Not there!” She cried out as the hard latex plug was slowly pushed in. But at her cries the movement stopped.

“Oh you don’t like this, do you?”

“No mistress.” She said with a bit of a sob.

“That’s too bad.” Neala said, and Bev let out a cry as her buttocks were spanked again. But this time it wasn’t by Neala’s hand, but instead by a paddle. Bev cried out several more times as she was spanked, and offered no more resistance as the plug was pushed into her asshole. From it a dog’s tail was crafted, held high and perky.

“That’s a good girl.” Neala’s hand stroked over the naked girl’s buttocks and then up her back to her hair. “But you weren’t a very good girl.” She said with a bit of pleasure, “Open your mouth!” She commanded.

Bev shook her head but opened her mouth as she was ordered. A large ball was pushed into her mouth, at the end of it a small tube that was attached to a plate and straps which went around her head. Attached to the plate was what looked to be a dog’s jaws, matching the tail she wore. The tube that was attached to the gag ran to the dog’s nose so that she breathed through the dog’s nose. A leash was attached to her collar, “come now Bev, legs go walkies.” Neala zipped up her sports bag and picked it up, before leading Bev onto the sidewalk.