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

    her, dropped to my knees and slowly rolled the first stocking up her leg. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, nor could I believe that my mind stared at her panty covered pussy as I finished putting the first stocking on. Noticing I was staring, Ms. Wilson laughed, “Hungry are we?” “W-w-what? No, I was just distracted by your beauty,” I admitted, which was true but hopefully hid my brief naughty thought. “Sure, sure,” she waved, clearly not buying my reply. I put the other stocking on her before standing up. “The dress,” she said. I returned to the bed, grabbed the dress and took it out of its protective wrap. Once out, I returned to Ms. Wilson and assisted her with putting the dress on. Once on, she went to the mirror and looked at herself. Her cheeks went red and she smiled for the first time since my arrival. “Perfect, Ms. Amber, really knows what she is doing.” Even Taylor Wilson one of the biggest celebrities in the world called her Ms. Amber. Only Nicole didn’t, which was curious. “You look beautiful, Ms. Wilson,” I complimented. “You are still here?” she asked. “Sorry, ma’am,” I apologized, cut down to size in just four words. She didn’t respond or turn around and I took that as her way of telling me I was to go. I was almost out of the room when she said, not turning around, “Have fun with your training.” I had nothing to say to that, so I left her room, her penthouse suite and the hotel. It was almost two, but decided I couldn’t meet Amber until I had eaten as I am ...
    a total bitch when I am hungry...and I was starving. I grabbed a bite to eat and returned to the store a quarter after two. I was surprised that Sophia was still not at her desk. I walked into my office and Amber was at my desk typing on the computer. “You are late,” she said, not looking up. I defended myself. “I had to wait for three hours before seeing Ms. Wilson.” “I just talked to Taylor. She said you left a little after 1:30,” she countered, still not looking up. “It doesn’t take forty-five minutes to walk a few blocks.” Her tone was like my mother’s when I came home past curfew, I explained, “I was starving, so I got a bite to eat.” “Well, lucky you have me to run your store while you have lunch,” she said, finally looking at me. “I don’t have to defend myself to you,” I retorted, my anger again beginning to bubble as she clearly knew exactly how to push my buttons. “Sit down, Cassie,” Amber ordered, her tone firm. “I will not,” I said, standing my ground. “Sit the fuck down this very second,” Amber demanded. I don’t know why but I obeyed, suddenly scared of her. “Now was that so fucking difficult?” Amber questioned like I was a child. I wanted to snap, but held in my anger, as I ignored the question and asked, “So what now?” Looking down, I suddenly noticed something I hadn’t until now. I gasped as I noticed a pair of heels, of course five inches, poking out from underneath the desk. I said, each word dripping with venom, “There is someone under MY desk.” Her tone not ...
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