Summary:
Cassie submits to her mother at a lesbian club.
Note 1:
In Part 1, Cassie is the owner of a bridal shop, which although in the past it's been very successful, its sales, and thus its profits, have recently been declining severely during a recent recession. She hires a young woman with a stellar reputation for taking on failing businesses and turning them around into wildly successful ones. But she always demands total control of a business, at least temporarily, before she'll do anything at all for it. Cassie agrees in desperation, signs a contract, and from that moment on, even though within a week the customers and the money are flooding in, she watches her world falling apart as the young woman (consistently referred to or addressed as
Ms.
Amber by absolutely
everyone,
far and wide) assumes iron control not only of Cassie's business, but also of her sex life, by training her to become a thoroughly submissive pet.
In Part 2, Cassie desperately tries to find her way out of her predicament, but instead she falls deeper into submission, including becoming her secretary's pet, servicing a stranger at a hair salon, wearing a vibrating egg in public, and the surprising arrival of her mother accompanying Amber.
In Part 3, Cassie is worried that her mother may get drawn into her wicked ways, but she is surprised to learn her mother isn't who she thinks she is... she is a dominant lesbian and maybe, just maybe, she has a solution to Cassie's predicament. In part to reintroduce herself to her daughter, she takes her daughter to an upscale lesbian club called Le Cygne, where she learns to her astonishment that totally unlike her experiences with Amber, submitting to a Mistress can be delightful.
Becoming a Lesbian Slave Ch. 04
Continued immediately after a wild submission session, where it wasn't about complete humiliation for a change, while she is at a party club for lesbians.
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It was odd.
As I perused the busy bar, I felt comfortable about being naked except for my stockings, and about who I was becoming.
Mistress Beth had restored a confidence in myself I'd totally lost in the crazy whirlwind of submission to Amber. Being with Amber and Beth I was obedient, and I enjoyed feeling the rush of that obedience. But unlike the utter shame I always felt after having sex with Amber, I felt no shame at all this time, just contented tranquility following this evening's sexual encounter with Beth.
I now also accepted the obvious... I was undoubtedly a lesbian.
One hundred percent!
I watched my Mom. She was fucking a redhead who looked to be no older than twenty-one, while a very large black woman fucked my Mom... it was a very sexy position... my Mom the meat filling in the middle of a sex sandwich.
Other sex acts were occurring all around the club, too many of them to describe. For instance a woman old enough to be my grandmother was sitting on someone's face. A petite Asian was spanking a chubby Latina. A black woman was bent over a table getting either her ass or her pussy eaten... I couldn't tell from my viewpoint. Two women were rubbing their pussies together to the beat of the song playing on the sound system.
Horny, I hurried over to Jillian, who was as naked as I was, meaning stockings only, and reported, "Mistress Beth instructed me to tell you Approach 4B."
"Mmmmmm, she did, did she?" Jillian asked with a wicked grin.
"She did," I confirmed, wondering how many different approaches there were, and how many prior variations had been established before they reached 4B.
"You're very cute," she said, admiring my naked body.
"You're very beautiful," I said to the younger girl.
She took my hand and led me to the dance floor, right past my Mom. Feeling a rush of sexual confidence, I quipped, "Looking good, Mom."
"You too, baby," Mom replied. "Nice butt!"
"You brought your daughter here?" The black woman asked.
"Yeah, it's her first time," Mom said, just as Jillian tugged me out of earshot of the conversation... about me.
Jillian pulled me close and said, "So! You want to be my little plaything, uh... what's your name, anyway?"
"Cassandra," I answered, with her hands on my ass. It was so nice to use my full name instead of Amber's shortened condescending version of it. I hated the name Cass with a passion, which was surely why she insisted on calling me that.
"Cas-san-dra," she repeated slowly and softly, as if she were learning the taste of my succulent name. She then leaned in and kissed me while we slow danced to a song that was anything but slow.
I melted into her body and into her lips, as I returned the kiss... feeling that sense of safety Beth had taught me about.
We kissed for a couple of minutes before she moved a hand to my pussy and began rubbing.
"Oooooh," I moaned into her mouth.
"Tonight, this pussy is mine," Jillian explained, as she rubbed me right there on the dance floor filled with other women, many of whom were similarly engaged with each other .
"Okay," I agreed weakly.
"Do you
want
to be mine tonight?" Jillian asked.
"Yes please," I nodded, as she really rubbed my pussy... my orgasm rising quickly.
"And you'll obey me without hesitation?"
"Yes ma'am," I agreed, trusting her in a way I never trusted Amber.
"Good," she nodded, as she continued rubbing me.
"That feels so good," I moaned.
"I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life," Jillian assured me confidently.
"I imagine you really can," I said, that orgasm feeling rather imminent.
Then suddenly, she stopped.
"Why did you stop?" I asked, my twat on fire.
"You need to
earn
your orgasm," Jillian explained.
"If you say so," I said, feeling disappointed.
"Don't worry," she said, seeing and hearing my disappointment, "They say, 'All good things come to those who wait.' Except in this case, all those things come to those who obey."
"Then you're the boss," I agreed, trusting her.
"Knees," she ordered.
