Becoming Lesbian Slave - Copied

[hirarandi]

"Of course you do, you are in denial," Amber continued. "Such a cold harsh reality is hard to accept, but lucky for you I am here to help you accept it."

"Oh, lucky me," I sarcastically shot back.

"When was the last time you were sexually satisfied?" she asked.

Infuriated, I stood up and said, "I want you out of my office now."

She laughed. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"Now!" I ordered, standing firm.

She stood up and her skirt fell back down as she moved towards me. "You are fucking stupid, aren't you, Cassie," Amber shot back condescendingly, "this isn't your office anymore, it is MY fucking office. Now get your fucking ass out of MY office and just be happy I am letting you to be my secretary."

"No," I answered; even though I was scared, she would hit me.

I looked up at her as she towered over me. "I am counting to three for you to get your fucking ass out of MY office and do as you're told before I punish you."

Her tone sent a cold chill up my spine as her icy glare bore into me. Even though I wanted to fight back, to stand up for myself, to prove her wrong and to help Sophia, I felt my body start towards the door.

"Good girl," she purred, the condescending tone dripping like melted wax.

My face went even redder with frustrated anger, but I just kept walking out of my office and to the secretary's desk to have time to think about my next action.

As soon as I sat down the phone rang. I paused a second before picking up the phone. Of course, it was for Amber. I sighed and said, "Please wait a moment."

I walked back into my office and Amber glared, "Knock before entering my office, Cassie."

I began to speak, but she again interrupted me, "No, get out and see if you can do it right."

My anger was burning inside me, but again did as I was told. I exited MY office and then knocked on MY door.

"Yes, come in," Amber called out all cheery which somehow made me angrier.

I re-entered my office and said, "There is a phone call on line two for you."

"Better," she said, again behind MY desk and Sophia's heels still under MY desk. "But, you must address me properly."

There was no way I was going to call her Mistress.

She continued, "As Ms. Amber."

I sighed, loud enough to show my annoyance, yet I again conformed to her expectations, "There is a phone call on line two for you, Ms. Amber."

"Thank you," she smiled back, "you may return to YOUR desk, Cassie."

I turned and left imagining I was Yosemite Sam after he would lose to Bugs Bunny as I cursed in my head a bunch of mumbo jumbo, 'frickin' frackin'.

Back at Sophia's desk, I stewed as I pondered a way out of my seemingly legally binding situation. I couldn't afford a lawyer and I imagine she probably had one already in her pocket, or pussy for that matter. Suddenly without even realizing I was thinking it, I imagined myself under the desk and between her legs. Just as quickly as the thought popped into my head, I pushed it out. What was becoming of me? Why couldn't I stand up to her?

I looked up at the different video monitor screens that showed the whole store. The store was swamped and I just couldn't fathom how she could make such a drastic turn around in one week. Was Taylor Wilson that popular to infuse that much business so quickly? No, there had to be more to it than that. Also, although she had clearly hired a few strikingly beautiful women as employees, this was a bridal shop and not a place where sex sells. As I scanned the screens there were probably only three men among the fifty plus customers looking at the merchandise for sale. Also, none of the merchandise was different. Somehow she had made my store hip, the more I scanned the screens the more I realized that the majority of women in my shop were under thirty. A million questions and no concrete answers popped into my head as I tried to balance my happiness with the sudden success of my shop to the anger at the treatment and utter disrespect Amber had for me and Sophia.

"Fuuuuck, yes, drink my come," Amber screamed, assumedly for my benefit, as she assumedly came from Sophia's tongue.

A minute later, Sophia finally came out of MY office and asked, her face shiny with Amber's pussy juice, shocking me as she asked, "Do you want your cunt licked, Cassie?"

"What? Sophia, what has happened to you?" I asked.

"I don't even know where to start," Sophia replied, her eyes and tone apologetic.

"Well, start at the beginning," I suggested.

"Not here," Sophia said, glancing towards the door. "I need to go home; I haven't been home since Friday morning before leaving that afternoon to go to Paris with Ms. Amber."

"Ok," I said, "but I really need to know what is going on here."

"I know," Sophia nodded. "I still need time to come to grips with it too."

"Call me when you have time to talk," I said.

"Ok," she nodded before leaving me with even more questions.

The next two hours I did secretarial duties much to my own dismay. I answered phones, I addressed Amber as she expected and I organized a plethora of new files that were on Sophia's desk.

It was almost five when Amber finally came out of the office. Her first words to me were, "Did you take Sophia up on her offer to eat your cunt?"

"What? No," I said, appalled by the question.

"You should have, she is a natural," Amber said, smiling, before adding, "I gave Sophia tomorrow and Wednesday off since she worked very hard long hours over the weekend. I will need you to take over her secretarial duties while she is gone."

"Fine," I said, my tone implying it wasn't remotely fine.

"Great, I take my coffee with two sugar and one cream," Amber said, as she continued out of the office, before stopping at the stairs and adding, "Dress in one of the other outfits I picked out for you tomorrow for your training, Cassie."

"My training?" I asked.

"Yes your training," she sighed clearly annoyed. "Now please go, I have to finish the contract with the French designer Willington for him to sign before I leave." Leaving before I could ask any more questions, but her tone and smile were both very ominous.

I sighed again, it was becoming part of my reaction to almost every word Amber said, as I logged off the computer and went to go in my office. I was surprised to learn it was locked. I grabbed my key and learned not only was it locked; she had obviously had the locks changed. They were not changed yesterday when I came in, so when in the hell did she have time to change them? Frustrated, I cursed and headed out, taking a copy of the contract with me intending on finding a loophole to this absurd contract.

That night, I went through every word of the contract with a fine tooth comb but came up with no loophole, no escape clause. I couldn't even fire her for six months based on the disclaimer I somehow missed.

I tried calling Sophia all night but never got an answer which only increased my frustration and anxiety. Eventually past exhaustion, I crawled into bed hoping I wouldn't dream.

"Who owns you?" Amber asked, as I sat on the floor of my office naked except for the heels she insisted I keep on.

"You do, Mistress," I answered embarrassed by my need to obey.

"And what will you do to please me?" she questioned.

"Whatever you want," I replied.

She too was naked, except for thigh high stockings and black boots. "So you will eat my cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Eat Sophia's cunt?" she questioned and suddenly Sophia was in the office too, naked and legs spread wide open on my desk.

The question was ludicrous and the answer obviously no, yet the words out of my mouth were, "Yes, Mistress, I would eat Sophia's cunt."

"And you would rim her ass?" Amber added.

I had never even remotely considered such a disgusting act, yet I had also never considered lesbian sex before, and again my words were out of character, "Of course, Mistress, I would love to rim Sophia's ass."

"Good girl," Amber purred. "Now go and get Sophia off, today you are her pet. Sophia tell slut Cassie what you want."

Shy, quiet Sophia stunned me as she demanded, "Get your ass over here and lick my cunt, slut."

Dazed, yet surprisingly wet, I crawled over to my desk and buried my face in Sophia's hairy cunt. Her scent was incredibly strong. As soon as I began licking, she grabbed my head, began rubbing her pussy up and down on my face as she said, "I have wanted to fuck your face and make you mine for years, Cassie."

I jolted awake. My hand was in my panties. Instead of stopping though, I quickly rubbed myself to release an orgasm to close to just to let it go. Seconds later, I came hard, my head spinning at the thought that now Sophia, my best friend, was in my sex dreams. Desperate to control these feelings, I decided that I may have to call my psychologist Mrs. Carter who I had seen in the past.

6. MY TRAINING BEGINS

I got dressed, purposely not wearing one of the outfits Amber had recommended, deciding it was time to start making a clear statement.

I left a rather frantic message at Mrs. 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 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 how small I was done. Luckily, I refrained from the temptation, although I could feel my panties getting damp.

"You are a stubborn mule," Amber said amused. "So back to disobeying me with your clothing choice."

I shrugged, her toes still on my lips. Moving my head, I answered, trying to be strong, "Like I said before, I am quite capable of making my own choices."

"Anyone is capable of such choices, yet very few are competent at doing it," Amber responded, shoving her stocking-clad toes into my open mouth. "Now suck your Mistress's toes," she demanded, my mouth full of her foot.

The word 'Mistress' had a similar impact as it did in my dreams, sending instant shock waves of submission through my entire being. I had heard Sophia call Amber mistress and had promised myself I would never repeat the submissive word, the word that officially separated her and I. Yet, instead of moving away like I should have done, I obeyed, sucking on her perfectly manicured toes as best I could.

"About time," Amber said, her tone clearly amused at my obedience.

Again, part of me wanted to stand up and leave, screw the consequences of my business possibly failing, yet a growing part of me was so overwhelmed by her power, by her beauty, that I was frozen in place obeying her ludicrous orders and eagerly looking forward to the next one.

I had sucked each of her toes awkwardly when she pulled her foot away and uncrossed her legs, which gave me a brief look at her panty less pussy the confirmation that she was wearing a garter belt to hold up her stockings.

She caught my glance up her skirt and chuckled, "All in good time my hungry little pet."

Humiliation burned through me as I had been caught staring at her pussy. Yet, even as I was caught, I didn't avert my eyes from the tiny gateway to Amber's pussy.

She crossed her legs, her pussy vanishing from view and put her other nylon-clad foot in front of me. This time she didn't put it in my mouth, instead allowing it to linger there, the expectation unspoken but clear.

I knew this was a test, one more power play, but feeling completely defeated and at the whim of this young, beautiful, powerful woman I did as she expected, leaning forward and taking her pinky toe into my mouth. Having more control this time, I pleasured each individual toe as best I could, the silky nylon a barrier.

"Hmmm, you are an eager little pet," Ms. Amber purred, which only compounded both the excitement and the humiliation of my current predicament.

Once I had finished pleasuring the big toe, I found myself moving to the soul of her foot, kissing every inch of her stocking-clad foot. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I was.

"Are you ready to start your training, slut?" Ms. Amber asked, being called a 'slut' was like getting a bucket of cold water poured on me, instantly reality set in.

"I-I-I am not a slut," I defiantly retorted.

"You go from guy to guy quicker than Lindsay Lohan ends up in court," Amber quipped.

"I do not," I protested, 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."