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Becoming a Lesbian Slave

Date: 1/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Girls domination, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

continued waiting. Nicole showed up around ten and I asked, my tone clearly annoyed, “Do you know where Amber is?” “No, but Amber lives on Amber time,” Nicole shrugged, as if Amber usually did this. “Well, I can’t have such unreliability at my store,” I said frustrated. “Plus, where is Sophia. She has never just not showed up before.” “I imagine she is still with Amber,” Nicole said. “None of this makes sense,” I said, flabbergasted. “I agree. Amber has an unorthodox style. But she has never failed...at anything,” Nicole explained, before adding, her tone unreadable, “She always gets what she wants.” “No one always gets what they want,” I replied, the statement rather extreme. “Well,” Nicole chuckled, “There is an exception to every rule and Amber is definitely the exception to the rules.” Nicole’s phone buzzed and she answered it. “Oh hi, Amber how was Paris...Two o’clock...Ok, I will send her out...I imagine so...Sunday was pretty busy as well...ok, see you this afternoon...bye.” Once off the phone, “They missed their flight last night and are on their way back as we speak.” “Figures,” I said, again wondering if I was paying for this trip. “She also asked me to send you on an errand,” Nicole added. “I am not her assistant,” I said, coldly. “She wants you to deliver the dress to Ms. Wilson,” Nicole explained. “Oh,” I replied, suddenly no longer defensive. Amber was sending me to meet the celebrity who had obviously had a big part in White Wedding’s overnight resurrection. ... “Well, I guess I can do that.” Nicole gave me the dress and the address and I headed to the hotel she was staying at, just a few blocks away. As I made the brief walk, in my five-inch heels which I had finally got used to, I pondered that maybe Amber was not so bad. She could have sent Nicole to do this, or did it herself when she returned, but sending me clearly made a statement that she still understood it was my store. I had to pass security to get up to the penthouse and then had to wait over three hours before I was allowed up. Hungry and crabby, not a good mix, I headed up the elevator to meet one of the most famous women in the world. I was surprised when Ms. Wilson answered the door herself in a robe. “Excellent, I have been expecting you,” she smiled. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wilson,” I said. “I am sure it is,” she replied, as she said, “Follow me.” I followed her into the penthouse suite which was nice, but much to my chagrin not as impressive as my suite at Relaxation Sensation. We were in the bedroom when she took off her robe, now in only white panties and bra and said, “Grab the stockings from the bed.” “Um, ok,” I said, laying the dress on the bed as I picked up the white stockings. Sitting on a chair, she ordered, as if I was her servant, “Put my stockings on.” “Pardon?” I asked, completely taken aback by her expectations. “I don’t have all day,” she sighed. Mortified by being treated like a servant, yet not wanting to upset my star client, I walked to ...