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

    Mist...Ms. Amber.” I caught myself at the last minute from saying Mistress, but Amber had obviously caught it. “Still a little fight in you, my pet,” she smiled, clearly enjoying the slow deterioration of my stubbornness and pride. Amber finally stood up from the desk and walked over to me just as the phone rang. “Please get that slut,” she ordered, moving to her desk. Half naked, humiliated and horny, I walked to the desk and reached for the phone. I answered it and said, “Yes, she is in, please wait a moment.” Pressing hold on the phone, I handed it to Ms. Amber as she sat down behind the desk. “It is for you, Ms. Amber.” “Thank you, Cassie,” she replied, so politely like I would do when Sophia would have told me I had a call. Taking the phone, she said, “Good morning. Oh hi, darling...lunch today?...Sure I can make it...” As she continued chatting, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. I stared at her, understanding what she expected of me, yet unable to obey. “Just a minute, Angela, my secretary is fucking too stupid to understand a simple order,” Amber said, before turning to me not covering up the mouth piece. “Cassie, get on your fucking knees like a good pet and crawl to me now,” she ordered. Again her tone had the power to weaken every ounce of resistance I seemed to occasionally muster and I felt myself lowering to the ground in MY office, and then crawling to MY desk. Once I arrived, she instructed, “Massage my feet.” I obeyed as she ...
    returned to the phone. “Sorry about that. My new secretary needs some work....I know watching them come to grips with their new position is entertaining...what, a party this weekend?...sure, she should be trained by then...for the whole weekend?...why not, it is not like she has a life...sounds good, we will make arrangements at lunch. Ciao.” As I heard her talking assumedly about me, my face went white. Was she planning to have me serve other people? I continued massaging her foot as I tried to understand why I was allowing this to happen. Looking down at me, Ms. Amber said, “Look Cassie, I need to get to work soon and continue to save and rebuild the business you managed to run into the ground so I am done with this whole act of pretending you are not a cunt-licking, submissive slave to me.” Her words were so powerful and confident, I couldn’t even begin to know how to respond, and instead I just continued massaging her foot. “Are you wet?” she asked. “Yes,” I whispered almost inaudibly, again avoiding eye contact. “Look at me when you speak to me slut,” she demanded, her tone implying a clear annoyance with me. Looking up at her smirking smile, I stammered, “Y-y-yes, Ms. Amber.” “Why?” she asked, knowingly. “I don’t know,” I answered, which was as honest an answer I had. I had no idea why I was obeying her; I had no idea why obeying her had my pussy juice leaking out of me. I had no idea why ever since I met her I had suddenly started having dreams of submission, dreams of ...
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