I stretched out as much as I could given my current situation. This all started several months ago when I was home alone. The plan was to spend the night with my best and only friend Kim. However that plan changed when she arrived with her boyfriend David and his friend Susan. It turned out Susan's cousin could get them into a party but they needed me to be her date.
Even though I had no interest in girls I was a pushover and reluctantly agreed. In actuality I was the innocent virgin being offered for sacrifice. Susan, not liking the fact I wanted Kim to break up with David, devised a cruel way to get me out of the picture. Knowing that my parents exposed a government backed mental research project, a secret I entrusted with my then friend Kim, Susan blackmailed me into a lesbian relationship with her domant cousin. The alternative of having my parents go to jail left me no choice to but to proclaim that I was a lesbian and become Nicole's 'girlfriend'.
Nicole was so comfortable in herself, so self-assured, a very modern woman, confidant, outgoing, assertive, brazen and sexual. An experienced dominant with a perversion for voyeurism. I, on the other hand, was the exact opposite, sexually inexperienced, shy and introverted, easy prey for the beautiful lesbian. Conceding control of my life, I was a marionette bound by my strings to my mistress who methodically worked to mold me into the perfect lesbian submissive.
Modifying your sexuality to conform to another is a dangerous commitment. Privately I kept telling myself it was all an act. A lecherous performance to meet the demands of my blackmailer. Something I had no interest in pursuing. However, like a dedicated visionary, Nicole planted and cultivated sexual fetishes into my very being, hard wiring them into my subconscious as she purged my hetersexual desires like weeds corrupting my sapphic garden. Compelling me to obey her will and replacing my thoughts with the fictional persona she created.
Surprisingly, everyone accepted the situation. My mother, having been in a female relationship through college, seemed delighted I was in a relationship with a woman and became friends with Nicole and unknown to me, lovers. Nicole even pressed me into additional sapphic relationships: A stripper named April who enjoyed pretending to be my sister, a mother named Annette as well as her secretary Lisa, I even had a fling with a Hooters waitress named Vicky. Not to mention the sexual relations I'm having with Jacklyn, Katie, Hanna, Jessica and Stephanie.
I knew I was, am, hetersexual but attending an all girls school and the lack of boys in my neighborhood made my attraction to males solely theoretical. Meanwhile Nicole ensured my pretend lesbian sexuality was heavy in practical experience. So much so that I'm able to appreciate the beauty and allure of the female body, creating a replacement Alice, a sexual creature that now accepted these desires as her own. Part of me knew this was dangerous and wrong yet it still replaced my thoughts and desires. For an allegedly straight woman I now became aroused from watching the sway of a woman's ass and continually caught myself looking lustfully at their breasts. But my reset back to normal would have to wait until the end of summer.
Freed from the restrictions of school my mistress wanted yet another level of domination, 24/7 control. Nicole had informed me during prom that she convinced her parents to allow her to move into the pool house and somehow convinced my parents to allow me to move in with her.
Nicole's parents were far wealthier than mine, living in what could only be described as a French colonial mansion filled with priceless treasures, I know as I cleaned the house once per week dressed in one of my many maid uniforms. With Phoenix being in the middle of the desert their backyard was an oasis made for relaxing and entertainment with a large stone porch leading to a luxurious swimming pool. On the opposite side was the pool house, designed as a smaller version of the main house; it was two stories and rectangular in shape set back from the pool with a pergola over the stone patio. Each floor was divided into three squares. On the first floor, two sets french doors on the end squares opened to a media room and a den. The middle square consisted of a hallway/ galley kitchen along the front connecting the two rooms, a bathroom and staircase leading to the second floor. The back section of the square being closets for the two rooms.
Nicole kept this floor mainly as it was. The media room still included the original plush leather furniture, a fully stocked bar and a big screen TV, with the many porn videos Nicole shot of me. But now the walls were adorned with some of the more 'restrained' photos Nicole had taken. Behind the bar was a pair of pictures of me posing in a playboy bunny costume as well as a Las Vegas showgirl outfit similar to the one Grace wore in her show. The TV wall was adorned with photos of me wearing the Ariel peasant dress from the party where I met Annette; my Ariel inspired pink prom dress, taken without a flash so my legs were not exposed, as well as the tinkerbell inspired costume I wore on new years eve. The wall was capped off with a photo of myself and Kathy posing in the pro cheer uniforms we wore for the big game when I was raffled off to Trish. On the wall opposite the french doors was a large photo of me dressed in a slave Leia bikini, my chain leash securing me to a bed. The photo looked across the room at the magazine ad of me wearing a latex dress and holding the horse wipe I gifted Nicole for Christmass.
The den was furnished with similar furniture, a sofa, loveseat, recliner, coffee table, desk and bookshelves, but was given a bit of a mariners theme. Like the media room the walls were decorated with photos of me. The official prom photos of Nicole and I along with our King and Queen sashes were displayed like trophies while the other photos kept with the aquatic theme. Photos of me topless in the ocean and the leaf hula dress that Clare took when we were in Hawaii as well as the Luau photo of Maya and I and a large photo of me in the mermaid tail and bikini top posing with the ocean behind me. However the main draw and only real change Nicole made was an aquarium, eight feet long, against the back wall looking out to the pool. Being such a large tank it contained very few fish; two eels, a red crab and a yellow and blue angelfish. The reason was the tank contained a secret, second tank in the middle that was kept empty. Nicole loved to lock me in my underwater cell while wearing the mermaid costume surrounded by my aquidic friends and two eel jailors.
The second floor became Nicole's private sanctuary and my perverted keep. This feeling was heightened by the keypad style locks Nicole installed. Now Nicole was the only person who could unlock the doors at the top and bottom of the stairs as well as the two rooms.
As you ascended the staircase the photos become more racey, signaling the change from the more mainstream living space to Nicole's perverted fantasy. Pictures of me in various sexed up versions of my school uniform, Jessica's two cheer uniforms as well as a photo of me in Clare's daughters cheer uniform. The opposite wall was covered in photos of me wearing the bridal lingerie I wore when Nicole took my virginity, me naked holding open my coat at the movies when Nicole and I first started dating, me sitting naked in the restaurant with Nicole on Valentines day, me walking the streets on spring break wearing a body paint bikini, me kissing the statue of Venus, as well as me kissing Clare in Jessica's cheer uniform in Vegas. The upstairs hallway was decorated with a copy of the photo of my face just after an orgasim, a copy of the one that hung in the beauty salon where Nicole took me to get my hair and makeup done.
To the right was Nicole's bed chamber. The queen size iron bed and classical french furniture conferred a sense of normalcy in contrast to the mirror above the bed, the stripper pole and the many erotic photographs decorating the room. Photos of me kissing Holly when she was in her sister's wedding dress, of me wearing the borrowed wedding dress and posing with Jessica at Nicole's prom, the photo of me posing with my prom court, Sally plainly visible under my dress orally pleasuring me. And above the bed a large picture of April and me in black lingerie laying on red satin sheets engaged in a passionate kiss. But that was not the worst. That honor went to the trophy wall opposite the bed. Nicole adorned it with portraits of the many women I had been intimate with. But these were not photos of their faces but close ups of their bodies. Photos of Kathy, Hannah, Jessica, Tamara, and Veronica in their cheer briefs, the portrait of Hannah and Jessica posing together, while the photo of Stephanie, the final cheerleader, was of her bra covered breasts. The wall also included Annette in the yellow latex panties she wore when we first met. Lisa, Annette's secretary, in her chastity belt. Trish and Grace from Vegas, Clare, from Hawaii, in her bikini bottoms. Vicky in her hooter shorts, madam X in black lingerie and many many more. All reminders of the women I pleasured and the attributes I worshiped.
I resided behind the final security door in the room I affectionately called my dungeon. As far as prisons go, mine was tastefully done. The walls were adorned with the BDSM implements Nicole used on me and photos of me restrained by them. The bridal lingerie I wore when I first had sex was no longer hidden in a box but proudly displayed on a dress maker's dummy. The necklace holding my virgin blood hung around its headless neck. Around the perimeter of the room were various bondage fixtures; a saint andrew's cross, a puppy cage, a bondage horse, a queening chair and a spanking machine and my most hated restraint, the one bar prison. The device consisted of a large metal plate and an adjustable pole rising from its center with a phallus at the top. Its design was fiendishly simple. A woman would stand above the pole, in a pair of high heels so her feet would be fully extended. The pole would be raised until the phallus impaled the woman. Once locked in place the captive had no choice but to remain standing, fixed in place by her sex. Nicole loved to dress me in my Ariel prom dress, as it completely concealed my bondage, while I stood demerly by the window overlooking the pool and Nicole's bedroom window. I spent several a night looking out of the darkened room as Nicole spent the evening with other women in her old bedroom.
However the centerpiece of the room was the four foot diameter six leg coffee table with what could only be described as a giant bird cage affixed to the top. Gold plated and rising five feet it had become my gilded cage. Most nights Nicole would secure me in my enclosure locked away safely for the night like a prized pet until it was wanted by its owner.
