Although this is a standalone story, it is the tenth installment of a story depicting the conversion on a straight married professional woman into a submissive lesbian play thing for a family friend. It depicts scenes of non-consent, reluctance and domination. If this is offensive please find another story. If you read on please enjoy. The next three chapters depict the first "Girl's Weekend" events from the perspective of the dominant lesbian, Maria.
I pulled into the Walmart parking lot in Franklin, Wisconsin, the unlikely site of the culmination of my wildest fantasy come true. Every part of me was aflutter with excitement and anticipation. If all went to plan, the most intelligent, focused, gorgeous, sexy woman I ever knew, would be waiting to surrender herself to me for the entire weekend.
Just a few weeks ago, Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donovan, pharmacist, and wife of millionaire-businessman Edmond Donovan, was a close family friend and my pseudo-adopted sister, Sam. We grew up like cousins, since our parents were best friends. When her parents were killed in a car accident, even though she was an adult, my mother Daniela stepped up as if Sam was her own daughter.
That led to jealous feelings and anger on my part, since Sam was smarter, prettier, much more driven, and successful. I felt like the disappointment that dropped out of college and could never live up to Sam. I had a falling out with mama and refused to work at the family pharmacy, where Sam, of course, was the Pharmacist.
Sam had worked hard to pull mama and me back together and got me working at the store again, with plans to learn the business and inherit it someday. Several weeks ago, Sam and I had a terrible argument at the store, where we both said ugly things, culminating in her calling me a 'skanky, tatted freak' and that she 'needed' me to listen to her and to get in line.
I snapped and backed her against the counter and told her what she needed was to be fucked and fucked hard. Then went on to say if her husband couldn't scratch that itch, I could. I had never told her I was gay, and never intended to let that slip. But at that moment, through her shock and distress, I saw something in her eyes, that I had somehow touched a nerve.
I used her guilt against her, and stimulated that nerve every chance I got, until the night of her husband Edmond's birthday party. I was helping her prepare, when she let slip something that revealed she had been masturbating, thinking about me. And I pounced.
I backed her against her kitchen counter this time, and worked her into a frenzy, that I could never have dreamed of. With her on the edge and guests about to arrive for the surprise party, a devious thought came to me. I edged her with a remote-controlled toy and just as the quests were arriving, bent her over the counter, and inserted the toy into her ass, with threats that Edmond might find out if she did not cooperate.
She was shocked and horrified, but I took full advantage, taunting her by turning it on and off, up and down, all night at the party. When she begged for mercy, I made her suck her husband's cock while I watched from her closet and guests were still downstairs. Finally, at the end of her torturous night, I brought her multiple earth-shattering orgasms that had her hooked.
She did not fully believe it after that night, and tried to put all that happened behind her and to move on. But, I soon had her begging for more. After manipulating her into a close call at work, that had her running scared again, I devised the plan for a monthly 'girls' weekend'.
I made her refrain from contact with me outside of family events and work, and forbade her from masturbating without my consent. The understanding was, we would take no risk of getting caught at home, but would confine our activities to our 'girls' weekends' far away, where no one knew us. In exchange for limiting my access to her and reducing risk, she agreed to do whatever I asked of her without question on our weekend. Her complete surrender...
It had been a full two weeks since we had any 'contact'. And given her obsessive masturbation issues, I knew it would be torture for her.
On the other hand, I spent my time planning and obtaining 'items' for the weekend. In an effort to try them out and understand the effect the items would have on BB, I had to perform due diligence, from several perspectives and positions with each. I found the process quite satisfying.
BB is the nickname I gave her when her training began. Mother believes it stems from the nickname I had for my aunt as a child, Bibi. But Sam knows it is an acronym for Bubble Butt or Bimbo Boobs. It brought me particular satisfaction when Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donavan accepted her nickname.
As I got close to our meeting spot, I received a text.
BB: In the parking lot. Left side facing the store, far from the building, next to cart return.
I waited a few moments before I responded.
Me: Almost there. Collect your things. We will leave your car there for the weekend.
BB: Where are we going?
ME: You'll see soon enough.
BB: What if I get towed?
I did not respond.
When I pulled up, she got out of her car, still wearing her work clothes. A white, short-sleeved, button-down blouse and tan skirt that stopped just above the knee. She had on tan heels and skin-colored pantyhose. Her hair was pulled back and twisted into a bun. She was beautiful, even dressed like a librarian; I felt the usual tinge of jealousy toward her looks.
I felt like a one-trick pony, wearing the dress I knew she liked, for the third time. However, the previous times were-- Edmond's party the night I first had her; then two weeks ago, when I devised this plan and made her come in the back seat of an Uber, while our driver, Jackson, recorded it for us.
Her reaction when she saw me in it told me, this pony only needed one trick..
The tight-fitting, royal-blue halter dress had a horizontal oval opening, exposing a big part of my midriff. The back had an open oval that exposed almost my entire back, from just above my ass to an inch below my neck. My purse was small with an extra-long strap draped over my left shoulder, allowing the purse to rest on my right hip. The same purse I pulled the butt plug from, that first night.
I wore black heels and walked heel-toe, accentuating the sway of my hips. With each step, I saw her mouth hang a tiny bit more open as she stared at me. As I approached, I looked her up and down, like a piece of meat, to be savored.
"Hello, BB. I've missed you. Have you missed me?"
She nodded, apparently at a loss for words. My smile deepened, as I saw the longing in her face. I shall never grow tired of knowing that she is at least six inches taller, better tits and ass and with such a commanding presence physically, yet completely submissive to me. I emphasized that fact by walking directly up to her, pressing her against the car and offering my lips for a kiss. She bent down to meet me eagerly, and my tongue slid quickly into her mouth, probing hers.
She whimpered as our tongues swirled, and I gripped her head with both hands, holding her to me, as I kissed her passionately. Then, I broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, as I set the stage.
"You remember the rules for the weekend, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, Miss Maria,"
Her compliance excited me beyond words. "Whatever I ask of you, you will comply." I grinned.
"Yes, Miss Maria." She looked me in the eyes, as she acquiesced.
"Did you bring your itch meds?"
"Yes, Miss Maria, they're in my purse."
"Good, BB. Now, you won't need your suitcase. I have your apparel for the weekend with me. You may bring a bag with makeup and sundries, and I'll take your purse and cell phone. Get whatever personal items you may need from the suitcase and put it in your sundries bag. You can leave your suitcase in the car, and I'll hold onto this, until we return here Sunday." I released her face, took her purse.
She was semi-dazed, and hesitated. I looked at her impatiently, "Is there a problem, BB?"
"Yes, I mean, no, Miss Maria," she stuttered, as she handed her purse and phone to me.
"Suitcase?" My impatience continued.
"Yes, Miss Maria," she replied, tossing her suitcase back in the car.
"Thank you. You'll get them back on Sunday. Let me get our bag." I started to turn away, then turned back. "Tell you what, BB. Go ahead to the ladies' room and freshen up. I'll be in shortly. When you've done what you need to do, I would like you to go to the handicap stall and get out of those clothes. We've seen the last of Dr. Samantha Kaplan-Donavan for the weekend."
"Yes, Miss Maria," she said, shakily.
