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Becoming A Lesbian Slave Ch 06

Becoming A Lesbian Slave Ch 06

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Becoming a Lesbian Slave Ch. 06

Summary:

Climax: Amber is finally brought down.

Thanks to

Rosario Cardillo

for pushing me into returning to this epic story.

And thanks to: Ohdave1

and

Shuj

for editing.

Note 1:

In Part 1, Cassie is the owner of a New York bridal shop. Although in the past it's been very successful, recently its sales, and thus its profits, have declined severely during a recession. So she hires a young woman who has 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 to her terms 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 her mother might get drawn into Ms. Amber's wicked ways, but she is surprised to learn her mother isn't who she thought she was... she is a dominant lesbian, and maybe, just maybe, she will have a solution to Cassie's predicament. In part to reintroduce herself to her daughter, one night the Mom 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.

In part 4, Cassie submits to her mother in the lesbian club, and perhaps she finds romance with a beautiful limousine driver named Petra.

In part 5, Cassandra and her mom fly to meet Amber's mom and using a mixture of blackmail and seduction they turn her into their lesbian slave.

And now the next morning...

Becoming a Lesbian Slave Ch. 6

I knew I should be excited about getting my business back, finally defeating Amber, but I had been down this road before and each time I thought I had the upper hand it had backfired miserably... and I had paid the consequences each time.

So, while I had confidence in my mother, who seemed to have the same magical sexual aura as Amber, and brimmed with a similar confidence, I just couldn't get completely comfortable...especially with Amber's last texted threat that my mom was now in play.

Of course, Mom knew of this threat and we had a perfect ace up our sleeve with the seduction, domination and utter submission of Amber's mother Eleanor.

Yet, I was still nervous.

Things had blown up in my face many times before.

So, with cautious optimism, I walked into my office expecting to deal first with the full fury wrath of Amber.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Sophia, my secretary, asked, as I got out of the elevator.

"Good morning to you too," I greeted, smiling warmly, trying to hide my insecurities inside and also not give away any hint of what was to come.

While Sophia was a friend, she had become completely under Amber's spell and also took her new position of power gifted by Amber because of her obedience too far... as such I couldn't dare trust her with the plan.

"Seriously, Amber is furious," Sophia warned.

"She is always upset about something," I shrugged.

"Where were you?" Sophia repeated the question.

"Mom and I went on a day trip with no electronic devices," I answered, which was somewhat true. "It was quite liberating," I added, which was definitely true.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you?" she questioned, shaking her head at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't remember the last time Mom and I spent a day together."

"I'm sure it was amazing, but you should have at least told Amber," Sophia said.

"I can't live my life totally around her," I said, "and neither should you."

She scoffed, "Do you remember what happened last time you got like this?"

"Got like what?"

"Cocky."

"I don't mean to be cocky," I said. "I just can't keep living on pins and needles."

"It's too late for that," she said.

"Well, I'll deal with the consequences," I said, "I'm not sure what else she can do to me that she hasn't already done."

"She is going to turn your mother," Sophia warned.

"My mother?" I questioned, acting like this was a surprise.

"Yes, she is going to punish you by turning your mother."

"I think my mom can handle herself," I said.

"Like you handled yourself?"

"That is uncalled for."

"Sorry," she said, softening her tone. "It's just Amber has taken over this shop and our lives."

"You're not as happy about it now?" I asked. "You seemed quite okay with it before?"

"It's gone too far," she said, tears beginning to roll down her face.

"What did she do to you?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Sophia said, the tears pouring out.

"Sophia, you can talk to me," I said, walking around the desk, pulling her up and embracing her in a big hug.

She cried into my arms.

"It's okay," I said.

"I'm so sorry for being such a bitch," she said, through sobs that made that sentence take some time to escape her lips.

"It's okay," I comforted. "Amber has turned us all into things we are not."

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"But yet she has also turned us into what we are," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

I laughed awkwardly, "I suppose there is some truth to that too."

"Regardless, she is on the warpath," she warned.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," I said, "but she has already taken away my shop, my pride and my dignity. There isn't anything left to take."

"Your mom."

"Oddly, I'm not really worried about that," I said.

"You should be," Sophia said. "As she fucked my ass she gave a detailed plan to dominate your mother and humiliate the both of you."

"I bet she did," I said, wondering actually what Amber's plan was.

"You got to warn your mom," Sophia stressed. "She doesn't deserve what is coming her way."

"I better give her a call," I said, giving Sophia one more hug. "Amber isn't here yet, is she?"

"No."

"Good," I said, before going into my office and to my desk.

I logged into my computer and started looking through recent e-mails and trying to get back into the routine of my business... which I hoped to have back very, very soon... since I didn't have to call my mom... she already knew Amber's plan.

I had to be patient though. Mom's plan was methodical and wouldn't begin until after lunch and that meant I would still have to deal with the wrath of Amber this morning.

I know it was pathetic, I know I shouldn't have been thinking like this, but as the nine o'clock hour passed and so did the ten o'clock hour, I began to feel a strange sense of disappointment.

Deep down, behind the facade of a strong woman was someone looking forward to one more domination... one more humiliation. I knew it was pathetic to think this way, to remotely want this, but my body continued to betray me.

I looked at the clock, 11:15.

I was supposed to make sure that Sophia was gone at lunch and text Mom when that occurred and if Amber was here.

Horny and hungry, I was thinking about taking a break and seeing if there was anyone at the lesbian glory hole when Amber stormed into the room.

"Bitch, where the fuck had you been?" she roared, as I got off the chair and dropped to my knees in a hurry, knowing I had to act like nothing had changed.

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, even as I felt a little wetness leak in my panties at just seeing Amber dressed in a sundress, heels and, of course, pantyhose.

"You didn't answer the fucking question," she said, walking to me and slapping me across the face.

"Mom and I went out of town for a day trip," I answered, having practised on the flight home the entire fake agenda yesterday.

"You went on a fucking day trip?" she asked, repeating my words. I always thought it was odd when someone asked a question based on the answer someone just gave.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"And why the fuck did you not inform me?" she questioned, as she roughly grabbed my hands and pulled me up.

"Mom made it an electronics-free day," I answered, as she spun me around and bent me over the front of my desk. I quickly placed my hands on my desk but knocked over a bunch of files and pens.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, her fiery attitude still burning with anger as she flipped my dress up.

"Mom felt it would be good for me to de-stress and get in touch with nature," I said, a response I had practiced on the plane.

"Do you feel de-stressed?" Amber asked as she slapped my ass hard.

"I did yesterday," I replied as pain seared my ass cheek.

"And now?"

"A little less so," I admitted, as she slapped my other ass cheek.

"Because you only feel comfortable when you're a mindless lesbian bimbo fuck slave, isn't that right, Cassie?" she questioned, in full Mistress mode.

"Yes, Mistress Amber," I admitted, liking using that proper address. I couldn't explain it, but even in this humiliating situation, this punishment, I was excited and my pure submissive persona was taking control.

"You understand this betrayal will lead to your mother becoming a completely used fuck toy for my friends?" she asked. Another slap.

"Please, no," I pleaded, although I knew mom could take care of herself, "I just did as my mom asked. She needed it too."

"Why? Because she was already tempted by me?"

As another slap occurred, I answered, trying to give her a false sense of confidence, just as we practised on the flight home, "A little."

"A little?"

"Yes, Mom was quite enamoured with you," I lied.

"Really?" she said, quite easily manipulated because of her incredible ego.

"Yes, she said if you would have tried anything at the restaurant she wasn't sure she could say no." I continued to be Pinocchio.

"Well, that is delicious information," she said, suddenly caressing my ass.

"That is why she suggested the day trip," I added, wanting to make sure I got out all the information I was supposed to.

"Why, again?"

"Because she felt if she stayed in the city another day the temptation would be too great."

"Well," she said, moving around and to my desk, or for the moment still her desk, "that changes everything."

"It does?"

"Yes, while I'm not happy with your behaviour, I understand that listening to your mother is very important," she said, as she lifted up her dress, sat down, spread her legs and snapped her fingers.

I dropped to my knees, eager to taste that perfect pussy one last time, crawled around my desk, between her legs and immediately began licking. This is one thing I would miss. The taste I had become addicted to.

"I should actually call my mother," she said, as I parted her pussy lips and began probing her hole.

My eyes went wide. This was not part of the plan.

I asked, trying to distract her, and secretly looking forward to one more punishment, unable to detach myself from her the way I knew I needed to, "Are you going to punish me for being such a disobedient bimbo?"

"You want to be punished, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, both to distract her and because god my pussy was burning. I hated my weakness. I hated my absolute lust for this woman. Yet, today I could accept it as I knew it was part of the plan to calm her down and be oblivious to any change in me.

"Well, once I'm off the phone with Mom, I have a treat for you," she said, as she grabbed her phone and dialed.

Unable to stop that now and hoping my mom was ready for this possibility I resumed licking.

"Hi, Mom, how are you doing?"

I couldn't hear the response.

"I know, it has been too long," Amber apologized, not at all sounding like a mistress, but just a normal woman. "I've been quite busy."

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Over the next few minutes, she said things like, "Yes, I should come home more," "I know work isn't everything," and "actually why don't you come to New York."

I couldn't help but smile at the irony that her mother actually was in New York and be a little relieved as it seemed her mother was not outing us... as I imagine my mother was right there making sure Eleanor was a good girl.

After Amber said goodbye, she looked down at me and ordered, "Now get me off, slut."

"Yes, Mistress Amber," I said, obeying her command as I accelerated my eager pussy pleasing, wanting to get her off, wanting to taste her cum one last time.

"You are one eager slut," Amber moaned.

"I love your pussy," I responded, feeling my pussy burn doing this submissive task, even as her delicious pussy taste danced on my tongue.

"I know you do," she moaned, "just like your Mom will."

"I can't imagine that," I said, even though not for the reasons Amber would assume.

"Oh, she will fall just like you," she confidently assured.

"Okay," I agreed, no point continuing the discussion and wanting to truthfully continue licking this sweet peach. While I wanted my shop back, and my life back, I would miss this unique pussy taste.

For a few minutes, I licked her pussy and attacked her clit until she grabbed my head, pressed my face roughly against her wetness and ground on my face... coming all over my face just a few seconds later.

"Stand up and bend over the desk, slut," she ordered, roughly pushing me away from her pussy after she finished coming... making me fall back onto the floor.

I stood up and bent over the desk, waiting for my punishment... whatever it was... perversely excited to be punished.

"You really want this, don't you?" Amber mused as she went to a bag she had brought with her.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, even though I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to.

"Tell me what you are," she ordered.

"A slut, a slave, a bimbo, a pussy-eating pet, an anal-taking whore," I listed off, each of these descriptions making my pussy burn... even as shame cascaded through me. I thought I could control these submissive feelings, I thought my mom's plan would allow me to deny this shameful lust and I thought my newfound relationship with Petra would give me the strength to regain the pride I once had.

"And you want me to fuck both your slut holes?" Amber asked, pulling out a strap-on harness that had two dicks.

"Oh my," I said, both of them ten inches long.

"Answer the fucking question, you dumb twat," Amber ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Amber, I'd love to have both my fuck holes pounded," I answered, the contraption quite intriguing.

"I'm going to use this exact toy in your mother," she said, taking off her dress and putting the harness around her waist.

I couldn't help but admire Amber's body. Yes, she was an utter bitch and that should have made her unattractive, but her body was pure perfection.

I didn't respond because there was nothing to say even as my pussy tingled with anticipation of the impending double penetration.

"Yeah, I'm going to turn your mother into a mindless fuck toy," she added, as she tightened the harness.

Still, I remained speechless... bent over.

She walked behind me, "While I forgive you for yesterday's disobedience and radio silence, you must still be punished."

"Yes, Mistress Amber," I nodded, as I could feel the dicks poking at both my vulnerable holes.

"So, there won't be any lube for this asshole of yours," Amber said, pushing her body forward and after a brief resistance in my tight rosebud the double dick slid inside both my holes.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," I grimaced, the lack of lube making my ass burn with excruciating pain.

"This is your purpose," Amber said, "nothing more than a fuck toy."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I clenched my teeth as the combined dicks went deeper inside me.

"You like this dry-ass fuck?"

"I love it," I responded, knowing that was what she wanted to hear, even though the burn was intense.

"Yeah, you are my best fuck toy," she said, as I felt her body resting against me letting me know she was all in and I had twenty inches of cock combined in my two holes.

"Thank you, Mistress," I responded, trying to get used to this dick in my ass, while I was oddly flattered by the complimentary words I was her best fuck toy.

"Yeah, my mindless slut," she added, as she pulled out and slid back in.

"Oooooh," I moaned, the pleasure in my pussy combating with the pain in my ass.

"You want it?" she asked. "You want me to fuck both your pussy and ass?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, wanting to feel her pounding me and hoping some hard fucking would get my asshole adjusted to the unlined cock and my pussy's pleasure would consume the pain. "Please fuck my slut holes hard."

"Beg bitch," Amber answered, as she slammed the double duck in me.

"Fuuuuuck," I screamed, as the burn of pleasure and pain coursed through my body. "Please fuck your useless fuck toy, pound her shit hole dry, hammer her holes like a cheap slut and show her who is queen."

"That's better," she said as she began to fuck me.

"Oooooh, yes," I moaned, desperately needing to be fucked, be used. I didn't realize how much I missed this humiliation, needed this domination and craved this utter submission.

"Yeah, you missed this yesterday, didn't you, Cass?"

"Yeah, Mistress, my holes are empty without you," I replied, as she pumped both of them smoothly and fully... the pleasure beginning to override the pain.

"I'll be putting a tracker in your phone from now on." She said, "I own you and I come before anyone including your soon-to-be enslaved mother."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, thinking that wouldn't matter because her reign as queen was almost over, yet as the pleasure of the double dicking rose inside me and I succumbed completely to my dark submissive nature apparently pushing away the more romantic pleasure I experienced with Petra, I began to think of warning her of mom's plan. Letting her know we had her mother.

"Yes, you want me to seduce your mother, don't you?" she asked, her hands were firmly on my hips as she slammed into me deeply with each forward thrust.

Part of me deep down did want to see my mom submit to Amber, part of me wanted my mother to understand how I fell from grace, so I played along, desperately trying not to reveal the truth, "Maybe."

She pulled out, a popping sound echoing when she did, "Answer the fucking question right now?"

Needing those dicks back in me, I responded without hesitation, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" she asked, slamming hard back into me and then back out again.

"Yes, I want you to seduce my mother," I declared.

"And make her a cunt slave?"

As she slammed into me and back out again, driving me absolutely crazy with desperate lust, "Yes, make her a cunt slave, Mistress Amber."

"And a three-hole fuck toy?" she continued the relentless nasty talk and the incredibly mean deep dive and pull out.

"Yea, fuck all Mommy's holes with your dicks," I responded, controlling the growing desire to let her know that her mom was already a three-hole fuck toy.

"You nasty bitch," Amber purred with a wicked laugh, "who the fuck sells out their mother so willingly?"

"I do, Mistress, I do," I answered, as she resumed fucking me. "I'll do anything to please my Mistress."

"You'll help me turn your mother?" she asked.

"Yes, anything," I agreed, so overwhelmed with growing pleasure, my orgasm imminent, that I wasn't thinking straight.

"God, I'm going to make you two family fuck toys," she said, hammering my holes.

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