1. Becoming a Lesbian Slave


    Date: 11/11/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Girls domination, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    have no idea about your situation, but here she trained all of us to dress professionally but with a touch of sexiness and five inch heels.” “Oh,” was all I could get out. “Ms. Amber sent over three outfits and a few pairs of heels for you to try on and expects you wearing one of them when you return,” Eleanor explained. “Well, I think I am fine with what I always wear,” I replied, turning to leave. Eleanor’s tone shifted to worried as she pleaded, “Ms. Williams, please reconsider. If Ms. Amber has requested it, trust me there is a reason. She turned our near bankrupt spa into the most sought after spa in America. She knows what she is doing.” “Well, it could be fun,” I shrugged, not wanting to give in, but seeing an odd fear in Eleanor’s tone and demeanor. Clearly relieved, she said, “Come this way.” The next fifteen minutes I tried on all three outfits and all five pairs of five inch heels. Each outfit was professional and yet sexy at the same time and somehow enhanced perfectly my voluptuous breasts. The heels, however, were ludicrous and I almost killed myself trying them on, never mind trying to walk while wearing them. Eleanor said, “Up next, high heel walking.” “Don’t you mean high heel homicide?” I joked, standing up in the heels that had me wavering like a buoy in rough waters. She laughed, “Don’t worry, it just takes practice.” “I am pretty sure there is not enough time left in my lifetime to survive walking in these things,” I replied. “You would be amazed,” she ...
    softly encouraged. “It was like when I went to visit a friend in Canada in December last year. I never thought I would survive the blizzard freezing cold, but I did and after a few days my body began to adjust to the biting chill.” “Well, you only die once,” I quipped. “And at least you will have a story for heaven,” she quipped right back. I laughed as I followed her awkwardly in the ludicrous five-inch heels onto what looked to be an actual fashion runway. I won’t get into the details but for the next hour, I strutted my stuff on the runway slowly getting more used to wearing the heels and slowly building confidence as Eleanor complimented me and gave me advice. It was bizarrely exhilarating to walk the runway even if no one was watching other than Eleanor. When Eleanor announced, “Well time is up,” I was actually disappointed and stunned to learn over an hour and a half had flew by. “Oh, ok,” I said, trying not to act disappointed. Eleanor explained, “Ms. Amber made it clear you are to wear the five inch heels and one of the outfits she choose when you return to the store tomorrow and on the flight.” “Why?” I asked, thinking such an outfit and heels very inconvenient for such a flight. “Ms. Amber always has a purpose,” Eleanor replied, as if Amber was Yoda. “Well, we will see,” I replied, not planning to obey the silly expectation. “Please, do,” Eleanor said, “You don’t want to get on Ms. Amber’s bad side.” Her tone again alarmed me and I wondered what Amber had over her. To ...
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