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

    although I did go through guys rather quickly. “So pet is ok, but slut is insulting?” Amber questioned. “Neither is ok,” I countered, although I knew where she was going with this. “Stand up,” she ordered. Without hesitation I did and then cursed to myself for obeying her command. “A pencil skirt, are you serious?” Amber condemned, standing up, before adding, “Although you wore the five-inch heels. You really couldn’t decide whether you should stand up to me, or bow down to me, could you?” “Can we get back to business?” I asked, trying to change the subject, even as my pussy burned with an insatiable hunger I don’t ever recall feeling. “This is business,” Amber replied, before adding, “You need to be punished for disobeying me, Cassie and continually questioning my authority.” “This is...,” I began but was harshly stopped. “Shut up,” Amber snapped. “Take off your skirt now.” “What?” I asked. “Take off your fucking skirt this second,” Amber demanded. Her glare and ice cold tone startled me and I again obeyed as I unzipped my skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. “Good girl,” Amber again purred, her tone instantly soft again, “you may make a good pet yet.” Again her implication was smug and yet my head flashed to all my strange wet dreams I had over the past week. “We obviously need to get you some new underwear or have you go commando,” Amber said, looking at my full brief panties. “Sluts like you should dress like sluts underneath their business attire.” I again ...
    repeated, “I am not a slut.” “Sorry,” she laughed, “Lesbian pets like you should dress like sluts underneath their business attire.” “Please stop,” I weakly protested, even as my pussy betrayed me my leaking into my panties and my head flashed to her shaved pussy I had got a brief glimpse of earlier. “Begging, I like that,” Amber smirked, before ordering her tone again implying this was not a negotiation, “Take off your blouse.” My hands trembled as I began to unbutton my blouse. Once unbuttoned, I paused, uncomfortable with taking it off, which was absurd since I was already just in my pantyhose and panties. “You really like being told what to do, don’t you,” Amber smirked. “Take off your fucking blouse, Cassie, let’s see those big tits of yours.” Oddly, her calling my tits big flattered me, being the first time she had given me a compliment, and I again obeyed, revealing my large 38D breasts held up in a comfortable sports bra. “A sports bra?” Amber scoffed, “You really have no idea how to dress, do you? We really are going to have to do a complete wardrobe makeover.” “It supports my breasts,” I defended. “You mean your tits,” Amber corrected, “Sluts, pets, lesbian slaves have tits or maybe in your case udders depending on how firm they still are at your advanced age.” Again her words were meant to belittle and humiliate, yet I took great pride in my breasts and how well they had held up over the years due to my vigorous workout routine. I responded, “My tits are still very firm, ...
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