Annette walked the short way out of the village from the bus stop where she had got off. It had taken her ninety minutes to reach it from her home, but the advantage of this post was that it offered accommodation. At eighteen she was keen for an opportunity to get away from her parents’ home and her squabbling brothers and sisters. If she had not had the detailed plan which Lady Eleanor had sent her, then she would have missed the turning. It disappeared into a natural tunnel of overgrown trees and bushes. The driveway turned sharply and she was soon out of sight of the road. Then the path emerged in front of a large gateway. It was a big house, nothing on the scale of the stately homes she had visited on coach tours with her mother, but even so she was excited at the prospect of working for an actual lady.

Annette pressed the dark iron button in the brick gate post and one of the large gates swung open. She walked through and it closed behind her, but given the weak sunshine Annette felt comfortable rather than intimidated. The grounds looked overgrown, but Annette had heard from an old woman on the bus that Lady Eleanor had only recently returned from America and was putting the house back in order: hence her need for a maid.

As Annette approached the front door a woman emerged. She was not what Annette expected. She was in her late thirties. Her hair was blonde and done into braids. She wore a long sweeping black coat which stretched to her ankles. Her feet rose on high sharp heels. She also wore tight trousers and a halter top. As Annette stepped closer she realised they were all of a glossy plastic. The woman seemed dressed for a night club rather than an interview. This was the sort of thing some of Annette’s friends wore when they went out for a night on the town, but Annette herself had never had the courage to try.

“Lady Eleanor?” Annette asked tentatively, wondering if the woman was her daughter or a house guest.

“Yes, that’s me.” The woman smiled broadly and shook Annette’s hand. “You must be Annette. Great to see you, come in.”

Lady Eleanor walked through a large entrance way, much of it draped with dustsheets. “Don’t worry, you won’t be expected to clean all this. You’ll be serving me more directly. I’ll get professionals to do a clean. Since I got back last month, I’ve been living in a few rooms down here as I get things organised. Come through.”

Annette gazed around excitedly, this was the kind of house she had dreamed of working in. They stepped through into a small lounge. Here everything was clean, though still quite spartan: a three-piece suite, a coffee table and a sideboard. However, there was a life-sized statue in glossy black stone stood by the door which Annette guessed led deeper into the house. Coffee things were already laid out on the table.

Annette sat down as Lady Eleanor indicated for her to do so. Lady Eleanor poured some coffee and gave it to Annette without asking if she wanted some. Annette was nervous and felt it rude to refuse so began sipping it as Lady Eleanor spoke.

“As you see things are still under wraps, but it should all be in working order soon. You’ll have a room and your own bathroom on the top floor, you can make that your own. The duties are much what I said in the advert, you’ll help me with my wardrobe particularly for the parties I host, so there’ll be some late nights but you’ll be recompensed. There’ll be quite a few house guests and other visitors so you’ll serve them and me. It won’t all down to you, there’ll soon be other slaves...” Lady Eleanor laughed lightly, “servants coming here too. I’ll provide the uniform which you’ll be expected to wear whenever you’re in the house.”

“Right.” Annette said, finding it a little difficult to concentrate as Lady Eleanor rattled on. She drank more of the coffee in the hope it would help her focus a bit better.

“So what do you think? “I think you’ll be ideal for the job.” Lady Eleanor said enthusiastically. "You can start immediately.”

Annette was hesitant. “Erm, I’m not certain I want it.” She said.

“Nonsense, it is too late now, I have decided for you. I will make all the decisions for you from now on.”

Annette felt strangely on edge, she fidgeted in her chair, she was finding it difficult to think clearly, she found it hard to say no to Lady Eleanor.

“The stimulant is beginning to work. It won’t be long now.” Lady Eleanor explained.

“The stimulant?” Annette’s curiosity was aroused.

“Yes you have just drunk a stimulant which will arouse you sexually all over your delightful body.”

As Lady Eleanor said it Annette realised that her breasts were hardening as they felt they were being teased. She could tell that her pussy was softening and her clitoris was becoming erect.

“Once you have begun to enjoy that you can change into your proper clothes and become my maid.” Lady Eleanor said holding up a glossy rubber mini-dress and thigh length boots.

Annette gasped, already she was feeling the urge to ease into the tight rubber clothes, and strut her sexy body for her mistress. Annette tried to resist, to stop herself, but she could not, her body’s urges were taking over. She began panting slowly. She felt the urge to strip, and uncontrollably began to undo her blouse and then her bra, exposing her aroused breasts. She felt a burst of pleasure. Soon she was eager to be naked before the stimulant took full effect. Annette slipped off her skirt. Lady Eleanor came across and took away the clothes. She slowly guided Annette off the chair onto silk cushions on the floor.

“You are better off there, at my feet.” She said, slipping off Annette’s panties.

Annette could not resist, she was already beginning to shudder with the pleasure building within her. Distantly she felt Lady Eleanor stroking her clitoris and the lips of her pussy.

“Stimulant oil.” She said as she rubbed the liquid onto Annette. “It is immediately addictive.”

Lady Eleanor sat back and watched as Annette dissolved into orgasm, her hands stroking across her slick body, her back arched, her hard breasts thrust out, simply grunting and moaning as the pleasure rose in her and continued as if it were never going to end. Eleanor smiled and picking up a small camera from the sideboard videoed Annette as she underwent her transformation into a sex-toy.

“The process is irreversible, you are becoming my sex-pet, completely obedient, utterly erotic.”

Annette was writhing with the pleasure, as orgasm took her, she felt distant to everything around her, but what Eleanor was saying seemed to seep deep into her mind, as if it were her own thoughts.

“You are Layla, I am your mistress.”

Annette just panted, “Yes, yess.” She peaked again and drifted away knowing that she would awake as Layla, a sex-pet.