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

    foot were dangling inches from me. “I disagree completely, Cassie,” she said, “you are a fashion disaster, just like your store before I arrived and saved it.” She paused, slowly swinging her foot towards me, before adding, “now I must save you.” “From what?” I scoffed, even though I was curious what she thought she was saving me from, as I continued to be distracted from Amber’s toes so close to me. I don’t know why but I wanted to massage her feet like she accused me of wanting me to do, I wanted to kiss her toes, it was absurd, but true. “From yourself, of course,” Amber laughed. I laughed back, asking sarcastically, “Am I a hazard to myself?” “That is one way of putting it,” she smiled, moving the sole of her foot to my lips. “Go ahead. Lick, my foot pet.” Her voice was shockingly soothing and although what she was asking was absurd and demeaning, it actually seemed a natural progression. I opened my mouth and was about to extend my tongue when I caught myself. She laughed, “You are a stubborn one, Cassie. I can see your internal struggle between giving in to your carnal desires that are building inside you and acting like the proper lady you have convinced yourself you are.” I began to stand up, knowing I was already losing this power struggle, when she ordered, her voice suddenly stern, “Sit back down, Cassie.” I froze, “But....” “But nothing” she interrupted, “we are not done here. Actually we have barely got started.” For some unexplainable reason, I obeyed, sitting ...
    back down, sensing a shift in myself and my ability to stand up for myself. Her words, although harsh, somehow seemed necessary, like I had to obey. I couldn’t explain it at all, it refuted logic, yet it was the feelings I was having. Her tone instantly shifted from stern to soft, although tinged with confidence, she purred, “Good girl, Cassie.” I weakly fought back, “Please let’s treat each other with respect.” “Let’s start by clarifying my expectations,” Amber said, her foot now resting on my leg. “How do you address me?” I sighed, not as dramatically as before and also not for the same reason. Before it was out of irritability of her arrogance, this time it was out of my weakness and acceptance of the power shift I had lost control of completely. “Ms. Amber.” “Good girl, Cassie,” she rewarded, her tone so condescending that it should have had me wanting to smack her in the face, yet instead it warmed me to know I had made her happy and I couldn’t deny my panties were sopping wet. “And who is in charge of this store?” Amber questioned. “Ms. Amber,” I admitted, lowering my eyes away from her. “Look at me when you speak, my pet,” Amber ordered. “S-s-sorry,” I stammered, looking up and into her eyes. “Good girl,” she purred, again her soft tone soothed me when it should have infuriated me. Amber put her stocking foot to my mouth, her toes on my lips and said, “Go ahead, Cassie, suck my toes.” I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it as soon as I obeyed any sort of sexual order no matter ...
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