Cathy slumped into a lounge chair, she had been pleased at the departure of her mother and her sister, Jane, on their world trip, but that was almost eleven months ago and apart from a variety of brief lesbian interludes, Cathy had been largely unsuccessful in her main plans for a harem of slaves. Cathy mused to herself that Emily, her pseudo mum, had been left to supervise her for up to two years. Cathy smiled to herself knowing that Emily could never have restricted her activities. Emily, although claiming to be straight and 'in love' with men, was in fact bisexual and very submissive when confronted by a dominatrix. Cathy knew she was the personification of a dominatrix.
Cathy thought the problem was if the authorities did get involved, her mother would return home immediately. Cathy considered that this maybe a major problem, if her fantasies about Miss Julia Carter, her science teacher, were wrong. Cathy imagined her science teacher was a submissive lesbian who secretly wanted Cathy to dominate her but an angry teacher could cause major problems.
However, there were things that Cathy was certain of; firstly Cathy knew that her mother's childhood friend, Kate, together with a woman called Maureen, were exceedingly submissive and ardent lesbians. However, both were married and desperate that their husbands should not find out their real sexual preference; this, she thought, made them easy targets for blackmail. Cathy also knew that an attractive young waitress, named Donna, had a craving to be a dominatrix, but had little or no experience. Cathy guessed she would do anything to learn. However, Kate, Maureen and Donna all lived some distance away across town. Finally, Cathy knew that Sheila, the owner of a local lingerie store, was also a submissive lesbian who liked to be dominated by teenage girls. She also sold sex toys and accessories to her more intimate customers. Julia Carter being one Cathy knew of.
Cathy began planning the seduction of Julia, attempting to find a reliable way to enslave her without the risk of her mother returning. Cathy had quickly concluded that one of three strategies would be safe and possibly effective, she could blackmail the teacher, or, she could arrange for someone else to seduce her, and then take over the task of enslaving her; or she could disguise herself and simply rape her. Cathy's immediate thought was it would be safer and possibly quicker just to rape her.
At that moment Emily returned home and sat on the lounge, she looked distraught, it was apparent that her date with John had not been the beginning of the classic romance she had imagined. Cathy tried her best to ignore her, but when Cathy asked her if she wanted a coffee, Emily burst into tears.
"OK, what's fucking wrong?" Cathy said barely holding her temper and with less interest than she had in the mating habits of goats.
Emily, made to stop crying and replied, "It was awful, even worse than Jim. When I arrived, I tried to seduce him, he looked a bit stunned and said OK, but we had to be quick, the game on television kicks off in ten minutes." Emily burst out crying again.
Trying to be light-hearted Cathy said, "Was he annoyed when you missed the whole of the first half?"
Crying uncontrollably, Emily muttered something that sounded like John's idea of the perfect fuck, was to hammer away, ejaculate, and still have time for a beer before the kick-off.
Really, Cathy did know that Emily had a very good reason to be upset, but to her the whole situation was inconceivable and frankly, it sounded hilarious! Cathy was in fact struggling not to laugh, when to her astonishment Emily burst out laughing.
"Men!" Cathy said, "Fucking morons", and then, unable to control herself any longer, she burst out laughing.
They both laughed raucously.
Cathy handed Emily her coffee, sat down opposite her, and smiled.
Eventually; Emily looked at her and said, "I am so frustrated and I know you are a lesbian dom. Will you take me? I mean make me your slave!"
"Yes. Get changed!" Cathy replied aggressively.
Emily, walking towards her bedroom, said, "How slutty should I dress?"
"Dress stylishly" Cathy said, "Imagine you are going to an important interview. Except your bra, your bra should be half cup, the one that leaves your nipples exposed. Now go get dressed, don't forget your dog collar and sit at the table and await your Mistress."
Cathy had to admit she was quickly getting wet from the image presented and went to her room, deciding to try out a disguise she had thought up for the rape of Julia. Cathy was sure she could make Emily tell her if it was an effective disguise. Cathy put on her skintight leather crutch-less pants, skintight leather top with two openings, which allowed her tits to protrude. She wore her leather boots with four-inch heels. After fitting the leather face mask with holes for the eyes, nose and mouth, Cathy smiled to herself, the only skin showing, apart from her cunt and tits, were her arms which appeared taught and strong. Cathy was surprised to find the outfit was very comfortable and, looking at herself in the mirror, she concluded that no one could possibly know who she was.
Picking up a riding crop and dog lead, Cathy returned to the table; Emily was sat there, stylishly but demurely dressed. Cathy sat on the edge of the table, thinking Emily would make the perfect slave.
Cathy looked at her and said, "Apart from my voice, would you recognize me if I had just walked through the door?"
Emily nodded.
"How?" Cathy demanded.
Emily, lowering her head, whispered, "Your eyes, they are very distinctive Mistress, your whole family have the same eyes."
Fuck, Cathy thought. She is right; her nickname at school is 'wild eyes' for god's sake. Cathy was so mad at herself for making such an elementary mistake. She had dressed and concentrated on disguising her body, she had never scrutinized her own face; how stupid, many of the teachers and pupils at school would recognize her eyes almost instantly.
Cathy told Emily to stand and taking a piece of string, Cathy gathered up the back of her skirt to display the crack of her arse. Cathy tied the material to her waistband. She then did the same to the front. Emily's skirt now had two inverted v shaped openings, which gave unrestricted access to the cracks of her arse and cunt. Cathy then gathered the front of Emily's top up to her throat and tied it to her dog collar, again it created and inverted v, exposing her nipples and upper breasts resting on the platform of her half cupped bra. Emily looked most uncomfortable, all her sexual organs exposed, the stylish clothes overpowered by images of female depravity. Cathy took a blindfold, ball gag, and fitted them over Emily's eyes and mouth. Finally, Cathy manacled Emily's elbows behind her back, forcing her double D tits to stick out obscenely.
Cathy attached the dog lead and yanked. Emily stumbled forward and meekly followed. Cathy led her down to the cellar, which was fitted out as a gym. It had many different pieces of equipment including a bike, rowing machine and step machine, but Cathy's interest was in the Smith machine and weights squat cage, which she intended to use in a way the designers never intended.