A deep groan escaped my lips as the corset dug into my stomach as I leaned forward to exit my car. Straightening up, I breathe a sigh of relief as the corset returned to its natural shape.
Rubbing my hands over my sides I reach gown to grasp the hem of the skirt and wiggle to pull it back over my ass. Nicole loved to dress me in revealing outfits and my current ensemble was no exception. Tonight, for my date with Lisa, I was costumed as a dominatrix. A strapless red leather corset encased my torso like a piece of leather armor. The figure hugging black leather skirt, with a tendency to slide up my hips, did more to show off my legs then protect my modesty. And the knee-high black leather boots highlighted my legs more than cover them.
Bending at the knees, to keep the corset from pinching my waist again I feel the leather skirt tighten against my ass as I reach into the car for my duffle bag. Straightening up I once again have to pull at the hem before turning towards Lisa's apartment.
As I walk I could not help but ponder my situation. Here I was a heterosexual female being ordered by her mistress to dom another straight woman. This whole ordeal started a few months back when Susan tricked me into being the date for her cousin Nicole. By the end of the night, Susan had blackmailed me into a submissive relationship. Now everyone thought I was a lesbian and my only hope was to make it the end of summer when Nicole and I would go to separate colleges and I could start rebuilding my life.
But even after I escaped I would not be completely free. This persona I've been forced to live was very different from the real me, or at least the me I used to be; a shy introverted heterosexual. Just a normal unassuming schoolgirl who had never kissed a boy. Now I lived the life of some kinky lesbian with a tattoo over my crotch and ass proclaiming me a lesbian sex slave. I'm even being used to seduce other heterosexual women to become lesbians, which is how I got into this present situation.
It started when Susan ordered me to seduce Annette to fulfill Nicole's desire for me to have a sexual relationship with a woman older than my mother. A 45-year-old widow, Annette could not bring herself to cheat on her deceased husband's memory with another man but her repressed sex drive was open to having a relationship with a woman. A loophole I was able to exploit to start a cougar/cub relationship. It was when Annette took me to her office for 'bring your daughter to work day' that I met Lisa, her secretary.
Since I started 'dating' Nicole I had to assess the attributes of every woman I met and while I had always admired beautiful women I now found myself looking a little more appreciatively. Due to my own small breasts and lack of curves my conditioning towards women morphed my envy into an attraction to breasts and plump asses. Thus, when Annette introduced me to Lisa, I could not pull my eyes away from the swell of her chest. Caught looking, Annette made the assumption that I was attracted to Lisa and because our age difference and open relationship Annette decided to play matchmaker. While Lisa and I were talking she noticed the rope marks on my wrists from when Nicole tied me up. Having told her earlier that I was not in a relationship Lisa concluded that I must have tied myself up and admitted she also practiced self bondage due to the lack of a partner and expressed her desire for a playmate even if it was a female one.
When Nicole saw Lisa's texts she directed me to fulfill Lisa's desires, an order Susan delighted to twist in her own perverted way. Susan, pretending to be me, convinced Lisa to secure herself to her bed for our first date. She then directed me to tease Lisa, making her orally pleasure me, and agree to allow me to convert her to lesbianism. Before releasing her, Susan directed me to embed a remote controlled vibrator in her vagina and secure her in a chastity belt; effectively putting her under my control 24/7. Nicole even had me place cameras in Lisa's living room and bedroom so 'I' could monitor her compliance.
It had been two weeks since I imprisoned her sex. 14 days of being tormented remotely by Nicole and Susan in my name. Now I was heading to Lisa's apartment to implement Nicole's newest plan; to have me bring Annette and Lisa together. Lisa would become Annette's Girl Friday in the office and her pet pussy at home.
When someone is desperate, it's easy to train them to do something they normally wouldn't. Then it's just a matter of conditioning them to associate a desired action with receiving the release they crave. I would continue to train Lisa to accept performing oral sex on women as part of her bondage fetish, condition her to accept women as lovers or one specific woman, Annette. Meanwhile, I would morph Annette's love of cosplay into a more dom/sub theme. The first step now required me to clean Annette's home dressed in one of my many maid outfits and orally pleasure her. I would also encourage more dominant behavior by Annette. Making her to crave having a woman orally pleasure her but not requiring her to reciprocate. Getting her used to the dominant role and keeping another woman in bondage. In effect, I was to make Annette a pillow princess with her pet kitty Lisa kneeling between her legs.
Having the key to Lisa's apartment I quickly enter, relieved to escape potential exposure. Focusing my eyes I come face to face with a surprised Lisa. After I trapped her in chastity Susan had ordered me give Lisa certain laws she was required to follow.
Like myself the threat of being spotted on camera not following the rules made Lisa follow them religiously. She made sure she was dressed sexy at all times. Hair and make-up done up as if she was planning to meet her lover at any moment and always wearing some symbol of a cat. Viewing the cameras I knew she was cleaning her apartment dressed per my rules, but I was still taken aback by the image.
After tormenting her for weeks, Lisa was desperate and obeyed my commands in hope of release. Release I had promised for tomorrow if I determined she was behaving correctly. Not knowing when to expect me she was cleaning to be prepared for an early morning visit. The body lace of the little black dress clung to her chest, highlighting her cleavage while the skirt hung loosely over her hips leaving the tops of her black stockings exposed. The dress had been re appropriated to match my kinky demands. Paired with a white waist apron her elegant evening wear was turned into a sexy maids uniform. Complete with a cat embroidered on the corner of the apron, a headband with cat ears and of course her black leather collar with a little cat ornament. And even though she expected to remain at home alone her hair and makeup were done for an evening out, all at my request.
"Alice," stuttered Lisa. "Wow!. You look, wow."
As we appraised each other our appearances clearly defined our relationship, yet mine was not my own. Being Nicole's puppet she was in constant control of my strings, directing my movements. Lisa and Annette would never know of Nicole, but she very much directed their lives.
The shock from my arrival slowly disappeared from Lisa's face, replaced by a flirtatious smile as she realized we were about to play. "I didn't expect you until tomorrow," purred Lisa, and she straightened up pushing her chest out.
"I said you were not going to cum until tomorrow," I replied dropping the bag to the floor, and knowing that Nicole and Susan were watching the camera, strutted closer to my prey. "I did not say anything about then I would come."
Lisa stood at attention and her eyes stayed focused on the leather collar around my neck and the small key hanging from it. As I approached I reached out to cup her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she pushed her chest into my hands. Her breasts felt so sensual and I started to become aroused as I now associated the soft curves of a woman with sex. I knew Nicole's conditioning had changed me and the longer I went down this sapphic path the more entrenched these changes became. Evolving from acquiescence to willingness to inclination to preference to desire to lust to love. How far was I on this scale, when would I reach the tipping point where these feelings would be permanent or did I already pass it. Would I ever want to change back from something I had been conditioned to love.
"You like this don't you?" I whispered as I continued to grope her chest. "You like being under the control of another woman. It makes you wet knowing that I, a woman own your most intimate of places."
"Oh yes," gasped Lisa as I pulled her in for a kiss. My hands moving to grasp her neck and wrap around her waist forcing our bodies together. In complete control I slide my hand down her back. A muffled moan escaped her lips as my fingers made contact with the metal band of the chastity belt.
"So has my pet pussy been behaving?" I ask as my fingers sliding along the metal.
