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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

act, before saying, “I disagree completely.” “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 ...