Becoming a Lesbian Slave 2
Summary:
Pet tries to regain control, but falls deeper into submission.
Note 1:
This is a sequel to a story I wrote eight years ago, and it's resulted in frequent requests for a part two. So after re-reading it, I decided the plot was still pretty hot (even though sometimes I look back upon an older story and cringe), so I decided to pay it another visit. And as usual, what I'd first thought would be a short sequel evolved into a lengthy one.
Note 2:
In Part 1, Cassie (whose attitude at the beginning is 'don't call me that, I'm
Cassandra
, damn it') 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. (Interesting. This story was written eight years ago, but doesn't it sound familiar today?) 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 be a thoroughly submissive pet. Pretty much literally, since by the end of the story Cassie finds herself required to crawl around on the floor in her own former office for she knows not how long, perhaps forever, eating and drinking from doggy bowls on the floor, constantly naked while at work, except for an anally attached doggy tail, and with her verbal communication often restricted to utterences of "Woof!"
Becoming a Lesbian Slave Part 2
Ms. Amber left me alone for the rest of the day, leaving early, granting me the privileges of getting off of my hands and knees and speaking, so she could have me answering phones... and thankfully with the tail no longer in my ass.
Given some time to think between calls, I was mortified by my recent actions.
How the hell had I let that bitch take over my company?
How had I allowed her to fire some of my longest serving and best employees, as well as turning my
very
most loyal employee, who was married even, into an almost twenty-four seven submissive lesbian slave to her?
Fuck, plus how had I allowed her also to turn
me
into her lesbian pet?
And insanely, why the hell did I enjoy it so much? I could still remember Amber's most recent sweet tantalizing taste, and to a lesser extent Nicole's, although hers too was delicious. (Nicole was one of my company's (I still call it mine, if only out of habit) new employees although apparently a longstanding friend and colleague of Amber's, and was definitely not
anybody's
submissive pet, who served as Amber's second-in-command.
Determined to find a way to turn this total disaster around (except for the money still flooding in), I sent a copy of the contract I'd photocopied to a lawyer friend.
I was at home in the bathtub when she called.
It was far from good news. She told me the contract was ironclad, and if I hadn't signed it out of duress, I wouldn't have any case at all for getting it cancelled. But then when I gave her the details of how I'd been rushed into signing it, and then been immediately rushed off to Hawaii for a week of five-star pampering, she said
that
meant I wouldn't have much of a case for duress either... although she did allow that perhaps, although it would be a real Hail Mary, we could
possibly
(that latter word said in a high, squeaky voice) come up with some evidence for fighting it on the grounds of manipulation.
She promised to look into it further by researching Amber's professional history and studying copies of the contracts (fortunately they were on public record) Amber had signed with the other businesses she'd worked for (if the term 'worked for' was even applicable, given her consistently highhanded tactics).
I thanked her profusely, and pleaded for her to find a loophole or some other means... any means at all!... for me to regain control of my company.
That night I had another sex dream, one in a steady stream of them ever since Amber had appeared on the scene. My mind was continuing to betray me.
"Slut, your new role is company pet," Ms. Amber announced, as once again I was naked and on all fours while wearing the butt plug tail, while a crowd of ridiculously pretty and young employees in their five-inch heels (and wearing actual
clothing,
the lucky sods) surrounded me.
"Please," I pleaded, this the ultimate shame... going from the penthouse to the dog house... literally.
"You're
most
welcome to beg," Amber smirked, as all 'my' ladies sat down on chairs, and they all spread their legs to reveal they were all wearing thigh high stockings, while they offered me their unadorned, shaved, glistening pussies.
I ate pussy after pussy after pussy... and was called derogatory name after name after name...
I woke up with wet panties.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
.....
To my surprise... and relief... yet a little bit of frustration... Amber wasn't at work when I arrived.
That said, Sophia was.
As I arrived, dressed in a garter-belt and stockings underneath a nice dress, unsure of what to expect, what horrid job she might give me this time, Sophia greeted me a little sheepishly, "Hi."
"Hi," I responded, this being the first time we two had been alone together since this entire whirlwind had begun.
"How are you doing?" she asked, sounding just like her old, caring self.
"Overwhelmed. Shocked. Bewildered. Regretful. Angry," I listed.
"I can understand why you'd feel all of those."
"How about you?"
"Actually, I feel pretty good," she answered, surprising me.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy," she said, "but Ms. Amber awoke something inside of me I never knew existed, and since then I've never felt more alive."
"But she's made you into her sex slave," I pointed out.
"I know," she agreed. "And I know it's ridiculous, and part of me knows my entire world could come crumbling down in a heartbeat, but I don't even care."
"You don't care?" I asked incredulously. Yes, during the heat of my own humiliation, my own complete and humiliating submission, I too didn't care about anything but serving her... but given some time to think and to recover... to take a step back from my libido... I was once again seeing very clearly.
"No, I really don't," she shrugged. "This awakening into a world filled with sex has been completely liberating."
"It's a lot of things for me," I said, "but liberating isn't one of them."
"Didn't you feel complete tranquility when you just gave in and submitted to Ms. Amber unconditionally?"
"I'm not certain tranquility is the word I'd use," I said, although there'd been some periods of time when I'd just allowed my brain to shut off completely and allowed Ms. Amber (shit, I was even deferring to her as
Ms
. inside my own head) to control me completely, that I
had
felt briefly at ease during the surreal, degrading situation.
"Well, you
looked
like you were enjoying yourself."
"Excuse me? You weren't even
there!"
