Unwilling Lesbian Pt 01

All characters are 18+

I made one mistake in my life. I let Billy finger me in the back of his car. I couldn't help it, I was young and a virgin and he was so beautiful. I was only doing what teenagers were supposed to, exploring. I remember the heat of him pressed against me, his lips against mine, the weight of his body on top of me in the back seat of his car. It was hot. I knew I should have stopped him when I felt his hands sliding up my legs. I definitely should have stopped him when I felt him rubbing my pussy over my panties. It had gone too far when I felt his fingers slip inside my soaked pussy. Truth is, I knew I should have stopped him but I was young and horny and I wanted it just as much as he did. His fingers felt good inside me, I had to stop kissing him to moan. The heavenly pleasure was cut short though as my phone started to ring and I knew it would be my father wondering where I was. It was getting late and Billy knew how strict my father could be so he drove me home and made sure I was through the door before curfew.

That night I lay in bed, drunk on the hazy memory of our all to brief encounter. I wanted more. I wanted more of him and I brought myself to several orgasms in bed fantasising about Billy stripping me naked and having his way with me. My parents were going out of town for a big election rally at the weekend. I would have the place to myself. I decided to invite Billy over and let my fantasies become real. I just had to get through friday.

Friday morning at school was uneventful. Billy was busy with football practice so I didn't get to talk to him much, but he texted me saying he would drive me home. At lunch I told my girls I would meet them in the canteen, I just had to use the bathroom.

I was stood at the mirror checking my makeup when the bathroom door opened. I turned and saw Rebecca walk in. Rebecca was a girl I was aware of but had never spoken to. She was short, big and formless. The exact opposite of me and the stark difference between our bodies was highlighted as she also came to stand in front of the mirror next to me. At first I thought that maybe she needed to wash her hands but she just stood there staring at me.

'Hello?' I said, wondering what the strange girl could possibly want.

'Hello Sarah. I have something to show you.' she replied, an eerie smile spread across her plain face.

'To show me?' I replied, confused but a little curious.

I watched her reach into her jacket pocket and pull out three polaroid pictures. She laid the pictures out on the counter and my stomach flipped when I saw what they were pictures of. All three pictures featured me very prominently loving the feeling of brads fingers inside of me. My face and pussy were both clearly visible. I stared at Rebecca with a dumb look on my face, my mouth hanging open in shock.

'You're dad is running for local government right?' She asked me, clearly already knowing the answer.

I just nodded.

'So if these pictures ever got out, it would probably not only ruin your life, but his as well.'

Again, all I could do was nod.

'Well luckily I don't plan on showing anyone. Don't make any plans tonight princess, I'll be at your house at seven and we can talk about what you're going to do for me.'

I watched her turn and leave the room.

A million thoughts and fears ran through my head for the rest of the day. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Rebecca had said she wouldn't show anyone but I had no idea what she could possibly want from me. In the space of 24 hours I had gone from being on the verge of losing my virginity to my handsome boyfriend to probably being blackmailed by the short dumpy strange girl at school. This wasn't supposed to happen to girls like me. I was beautiful. I was a cheerleader. My family was wealthy. I was supposed to live a blessed life, not end up having my own nudes used against me. All I knew for sure was that I couldn't let those pictures get out. I would just have to do what she wanted and make sure I got those pictures back and destroyed so I could forget any of this had ever happened.

I floated home in a daze. My parents had already left for the rally when I got home so it was just me and my thoughts. I was so worried I could barely eat so I nibbled at a slice of toast before showering and changing into some comfortable pyjamas. I knew Rebecca was coming but I just needed to find any level of comfort I could and my pyjamas had always offered security. At exactly seven there was a knock on my door. I took a deep breath before opening it and sure enough, there was Rebecca in a gross stained t-shirt and a backpack stood on my doorstep. Before I even had a chance to say anything at all to her she shoved past me and into my house.

'Wow princess, your house is even nicer on the inside huh.' She said, walking through into the dining room and putting her backpack on my table. I followed her into the room, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in my short pyjama shorts and loose fitting vest top. She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat. I decided to just cut to the chase with her and get this over with.

'Rebecca, I need you to destroy those pictures. I don't know why you took them and I don't care. If you destroy those pictures right now, I'll forget any of this even happened.'

A moment of silence passed where I foolishly started to believe that maybe she would do what I would say.

'Okay. Here's my alternative deal, you do what I want for one evening and I will destroy the pictures.'

'You will?' I asked, hesitant to trust how easy this had been.

'Sure. I will destroy them and never talk about them ever again. You just have to go along with what I say for one evening.'

One evening didn't sound too bad but I had no idea what it was she had in mind and the way she looked at me made me fear the worst. I think she must have been able to tell what I was thinking as she then quickly added 'I'm not a lesbian. I know people at school think that but I'm not. I don't want to do anything sexual with you. Actually I just want your help with two things.'

'You want my help?'

'Sure. It's no secret that I don't have any friends. I know how I look and I know that me being poor means no one wants to hang out with me. I'm used to it. I only live with my dad and he's hardly ever around. It's kind of embarrassing but I don't know how to be pretty like you. No one ever showed me how.'

She blushed as she said it. Like she was aware of how pitiful what she had just confessed was. But I didn't pity her. Actually I found it endearing. It felt like for the first time Rebecca had gone from being a strange cartoon character to be laughed at and mocked at school to being a real person. I saw her, I respected her vulnerability and I even liked her a little bit.

'You're the prettiest girl in school. I was hoping that if you could show me how to do makeup and get dressed up all nice, then maybe the other kids wouldn't laugh at me so much.'

'And what was the other thing you wanted help with?' I asked. Rebecca got quiet then and looked at the ground.

'Well, like I said. It's just me and my dad at home. He hunts a lot and isn't home all that much. I kind of figured that if I could get good at hunting, then maybe he would take me along and we could actually get along. Look, I know what I'm doing is wrong but you don't understand what my life is like. I have no one and I have nothing. This is the only way someone like you would ever even look at me let alone talk to me.'

She was right, I realised. If she didn't have power over me I would never have given her the time of day. I was mad at her for what she had done but I understood why she had done it.

'Okay' I said, 'I'll help you.'

I took her upstairs. I could only imagine the dump she must have lived in with the way she was staring in wonder at every little detail of my house. It was honestly like she had never seen a chandelier before. She followed me into my bedroom and I told her to sit on my bed while I sat down at my dressing table. I talked her through what everything was, what it did and how to apply it. I showed her my favourite shades and how the colours can complement each other. She watched with rapt attention as I applied a smokey eye and a red lipstick. We even started to laugh and joke along as we went. She asked great questions and learned relatively quickly.

When my makeup and hair were done she very sheepishly asked me to show her how to choose and style clothes and by that point the dynamic honestly just felt like friends at a sleepover so I felt happy to help her out. She politely turned away while I chose some underwear and put them on. I wanted her to see how clothes could help accentuate a body or hide undesirable bits so I chose a nice pushup bra to highlight my perfect tits and a thong to frame my cute little ass. When she turned back around she couldn't believe what she saw.

'I'm not a lesbian princess but you look incredible!' she said

'The right clothes can give anyone a boost. I'm attractive, sure, but this underwear set? Makes me stunning. Hey, why do you call me that by the way?'

'Princess?'

'Yeah.'

'Because you remind me of all the princesses from the books I used to read as a kid. I always wanted to grow up to be a beautiful princess whisked away by a prince but instead I became an ugly stepsister. The first time I ever saw you I thought you looked like cinderella.'

I decided right then that I liked Rebecca. She was a refreshingly open book and spoke about the things others might try to hide. It never seemed like she wanted your pity or sadness though, she just wanted to be understood.

'Well ugly stepsister, with Cinderella's help you too shall go to the ball. I'm sure that with a little assistance from me you'll find your look and you'll feel like a princess too.'

'Thanks.' She said, and I could tell she really meant it. She was genuinely grateful. 'But princess?'

'Yes?'

'Would you mind putting some clothes on?'

We both burst out laughing as I looked down and realised I was still wearing nothing but my sexy underwear.

Next I showed her my clothes. I showed her a few different everyday outfits and how to mix and match colours and styles to create maximum effect. We spoke about types of clothing that she might like and would suit her and where to buy nice clothes at the most affordable prices. By the end of it she had a shopping list and I had agreed to go to the mall with her to help her out. Lastly, I decided to show her some more fancy clothes. I showed her a couple of conservative dresses before finally I slipped into a little black dress that hugged my figure in all the right places. Her jaw literally dropped when I stepped out of my walk-in wardrobe wearing it.

'Oh my god princess. I will never ever look that good!'

'Nonsense, with my help we'll have every boy at school dropping their jaw for you.'

'I don't believe you but I am willing to try' she chuckled.

When the fashion show was done we sat on the bed and talked for a bit. We looked kind of absurd, this short dumpy chick sat across from me looking like a movie star but it was comfortable. We made jokes and laughed. I discovered that we had the same taste in movies and tv shows and she told me about her life. Then she asked about the second thing she wanted help with.

'I don't really know anything about hunting.' I said. 'I'm not really sure how I can help.'

'Well it might feel weird but I found a book at the library about knots. I don't have a gun or anything but I figured if I could learn some knots to capture rabbits and things then maybe my dad would teach me the rest.' a sheepish tone had returned to her voice.

'And what do you need from me?' I asked, half suspecting her answer.

'See I don't really have anything to practise on. I wanted to practise a few knots on you, see if they hold and then I'll be able to practise for real in the woods.'

'You want to tie me up?' I asked, a mocking tone in my voice.

'Not in a weird way! I just need to practise!'

'Okay okay,' I laughed. 'I don't see why not'.

I watched Rebecca race back downstairs to retrieve her bag with her practice ropes in. I did for a second think how strange this evening had turned out. A girl had tried to blackmail me into teaching her makeup and letting her tie me up and instead of being angry we had become friends. Looking back it seems stupid. I should have known that wasn't normal but at the time it kind of felt good. Like I was doing some charity work and besides, I actually enjoyed her company. She was funny and humble which was in stark contrast to my pretty but generally empty headed friends. She trotted back into my room and started pulling red ropes out of her bag.

'Where do you want me?' I asked.

And that was how I sealed my fate.

She directed me to stand at the foot of my bed. She said that she could use the bed frame to mimic the role a tree might have and I didn't know enough about hunting to know better. I felt her tie some rope around each of my wrists and then they were both pulled up towards the corners of my four poster bed. She pulled until I almost had to go on tiptoes before tying me in place. She got off the bed and came and stood facing me.

'Okay princess, how's that?' she asked.

'Fine I guess? The rope is surprisingly soft.' I replied, not sure what she wanted me to tell her.

'Okay cool. Try pulling on it, I need to know that an animal couldn't escape. My dad won't be impressed by animals I nearly caught.'

I pulled on the ropes hard but they didn't budge. I tugged harder and harder, trying to really wrench my restraints free but there was absolutely no give.

'I'd say you've done a pretty good job here. Can I be untied now?' I asked, not especially enjoying the lack of mobility I now had.'

'In a minute.' She replied, ' I just need to do one more thing.'

She grabbed some more rope and bent by my ankles mirroring what she had done to my wrists so that I was effectively standing in a cross formation. The way my legs had spread had caused my silky black dress to ride up a little and I became acutely aware that Rebecca was now merely inches away from my thong covered pussy.

Rebecca stood again.

'Okay, try to break out of that.' she said.

I once again tried my absolute hardest to tear myself free with zero success. 'Looks like you're a natural. So shall we call it a win, untie me and then order a pizza?' I asked.

'No princess. I have other plans for the evening.'

The jovial tone in her voice had gone, replaced with something significantly more sinister. She reached into her bag again and pulled out an old looking polaroid camera.

'Rebecca, I don't want any more pictures taken.' I said, trying to bring the tone back to the friendly vibe we had been enjoying.

'I'm not sure it matters anymore what you want princess. And don't call me Rebecca. Call me Mistress' She said as she took her first picture. I watched as the photo popped out and began to develop, showing me dressed to impress and tied to my bed like some kind of slut. Anyone who saw that picture would immediately assume I was just into kinky things.

'I'm not going to call you mistress, now untie me. This isn't funny anymore.' I said, trying to regain control of the situation.

'One more warning princess, I am to be called mistress and you will do as you are told.'

'This is my house damnit! Let me down-' I was cut short as I felt her hand slap me across the face. My cheek stung with the pain of the blow. I had never been hit before and I didn't much care for it.

'This will be much easier for you princess if you just do as you're told. I don't like having to hurt you but if you disobey like a naughty little slave then I will have to discipline you.'

'Slave?' was all I could mutter as I watched Rebecca move around me so that she was once again on the bed behind me.

'That's right, you are now my slave. From now until I get bored of you, you will do as I say when I say or you will suffer the consequences.'

Her words stunned me into silence.

I felt her fingers suddenly placed on my inner thigh and lightly stroke the skin. I hated that the sensation was pleasant. Brad would sometimes touch me like that.

'But if you do as I say.'

I shuddered as her fingers began to slowly dance higher and higher, my young body betraying me by reacting to her actions.

'Then you will be rewarded.'

As she said the last word her hand reached up from behind to cup my mound, her fingers pressing into my now wet pussy and I couldn't help but gasp from the sensation. And then her hand was gone.

'First though, you need to be punished for refusing to use my title.' She got up and retrieved her backpack and returned to the bed behind me where I couldn't see her.

'Please Rebecca. I don't want this. I'm not gay. Please just untie me and let me go.' I tried to plead with her, hoping this nightmare could end. Instead her hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just tight enough to let me know she was serious as she snarled in my ear, 'you talk too much.' and then I felt a rubber ball shoved into my mouth and then a strap fastened behind my head. She had gagged me! This was really going to happen and I was now utterly powerless to stop it!

Something cold and sharp touched my skin and then I heard the sound of fabric tearing. I realised she was cutting my pretty dress off and I whimpered as I also remembered I had put on sexy underwear to try and help her. I felt so foolish.My dress fell off my body and landed in a pile on the floor and I saw a flash as she took another picture of me. I pulled against my restraints but once again felt no give.

'You really are beautiful princess, even if you're not too smart. Brad was lucky to have had you. Unlucky for him that you aren't his girlfriend anymore.'

I tried to make a noise and ask what she meant.

'You're going to break up with him on monday. Or else everyone is going to see all the lovely pictures we've taken together.'

I felt her body press against the back of mine and realised that at some point she had stripped. I could feel her pudgy body pressed up against me and I saw the polaroid appear in front of me, pointed at us as she took a selfie of our embrace. The incriminating picture slid out of the polaroid and disappeared back behind me.

'Okay now let's get you punished.'

There was some rummaging behind me and then I felt something cold against my left ass cheek.

'Do you know what this is?' She asked me. I shook my head.

'It's a riding crop. I think ten hits should help you learn my title, what do you think?'

I shook my head more violently but it was no use. There was an awful swish through the air and then a sharp stinging pain as the cold leather hit my soft skin. The pain was hideous. I would have already done anything at that point to not feel the pain again but I knew another nine were coming. She counted them down as she struck me. At four I was pulling with all my might at my restraints. Six had me actively screaming around my gag. She stopped at 9 and I waited in unbearable anticipation of the last blow.

'Now princess, as I was trying to tell you, if you misbehave you get punished but if you're good you get rewarded. This was your first punishment so i'm willing to let you off of your last strike if you are willing to be a good girl and admit that I am your mistress. What do you say?'

I nodded very enthusiastically.

'Good girl.'

She once again appeared in front of me and reached behind my head. I felt the buckle of the gag being undone and felt great relief at being able to close my jaw again. She stood back and looked at me expectantly. Her body disgusted me. She was short and chubby and I could see that she didn't shave. I knew what she wanted from me but looking at her and saying it made me feel disgusting. My ass cheek still burned from the riding crop and it was only in fear of that pain that I managed to look at her and say 'Th-Thank you, M-m-Mistress.'