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

    Carter’s office, before heading to work hoping to get to my office before she did. I arrived a couple of hours before Amber, but forgot that the locks had been changed. I cursed Amber and ended up working at Sophia’s desk doing the duties she usually did and Amber arrived just after ten. “Good morning, Cassie,” Amber greeted, dressed perfectly in a brown dress with mocha pantyhose and, of course, five inch heels. Nicole was with her also dressed fashionably. “Good morning, Amber,” I greeted back. “It’s Ms. Amber, Cassie,” Amber said, her tone shifting from sweet to annoyed instantly. “It’s Cassandra, Amber,” I countered, standing up, two being able to play this game. “In my office,” Amber ordered, as she unlocked the door. “Nicole please cover Cassie’s desk.” “Of course, Amber,” Nicole agreed. “Follow me,” Amber ordered. I followed her, ready to confront her once and for all. “Close the door,” Amber demanded, as she went to MY desk. I again did as told, agreeing this conversation was best between just the two of us. As had become her trademark, she slipped out of her heels and put her feet onto MY desk. I noticed, that with her dress rising that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose but thigh high stockings or garter belt and stockings. I shouldn’t have cared, but my mind instantly flashed to my past wet dreams. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind as I walked to my desk. Yet, instead of standing up to her, I opened with, “So what is your long term plan for my store.” “Sit ...
    down, Cassie,” she ordered. “I’ll stand.” “Sit!” she repeated, her voice unwavering. Already feeling my earlier determination fading, as I again eventually obeyed an order of hers. Smiling now, she answered, “Well, now that the rebranding is already under way, the next key point is training you.” “Training me how?” I asked, unaware of the sexual implication she was implying. “As my pet,” she answered, rather matter-of-factly. “Excuse me?” I questioned, shocked even though after all the foreshadowing. “I have always wanted an older pet,” she continued. “This is getting silly,” I sighed. “Agreed,” Amber sighed right back. “You like my legs and feet I see.” “What?” I asked, pulling my eyes away from her stocking-clad feet. “Stop pretending,” Amber smiled, “It is obvious that you want to be exactly where Sophia was on Friday, massaging my feet.” “I do not,” I adamantly protested. She chuckled, “Oh stop this vague act of propriety, I can see right through you, my pet.” The words ‘my pet’ lingered in the air and regardless of my own mental denial, my body betrayed me as my panties dampened. “And why are you not dressed as I instructed?” Amber questioned, as if I was a child and she the adult, as she took her feet off the desk and stood up. My face was red as I tried to stay dignified, “Because I am quite capable of choosing my own clothes and deciding what I will wear.” She walked around and sat on the desk directly in front of me, crossing her legs so her nylon-clad toes of her left ...
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