Becoming a Lesbian Slavebysilkstockingslover©
"Sorry ma'am, but Amber's instructions were very clear," Bao explained, still between my legs. Without another word, Bao returned between my legs licking me gently, slowly getting me warmed up and wet, a slow burn wake-up call. I lay back and enjoyed the gentleness surprised at just how good having my pussy licked could be. Most men I was intimate with were either terrible pussy lickers, or didn't even bother going down on me, but Bao had obviously done this before.
The slow increasing build up finally came to a crashing wave after an eternity of sweet tease and I came harder than I ever had with a man.
I jolted up and saw that I was alone in my room. I couldn't believe just how real the dream felt and that evidence was prevalent from the wetness between my legs. The dream itself was strange, but stranger was the fact that somehow Amber had again been a part of it.
After a shower and breakfast, where I couldn't help but look at Bao in a different light before I was surprised once again.
Bao said, "Today Ms. Amber has planned a very full last day for you."
The mention of Ms. Amber had my naughty wet dream popping instantly into my head. "She did?" I asked.
Bao nodded, "Yes, please follow me."
I followed Bao to a new room that had a fashion show runway where I met Eleanor, a well dressed woman in, of course, five inch heels.
"Hi, Ms. Williams," the ridiculously beautiful woman greeted.
"Hi," I replied, before asking, "And what do you have in store for me?"
"Cat walk training," she answered, pointing to the runway.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, Ms. Amber insisted you have a couple of hours of practice," Eleanor explained.
"Why?" I questioned, the expectation absurd.
"No idea, but Ms. Amber expects women to dress to impress and to walk the walk," she answered, pointing to her heels, "in five inch heels."
"Why does everyone wear such ludicrous heels?" I asked.
She smiled, as if my question was silly, "Ms. Amber expects all her employees to wear five inch heels."
"But she is my employee," I pointed out.
Eleanor shrugged, "I have no idea about your situation, but here she trained all of us to dress professionally but with a touch of sexiness and five inch heels."
"Oh," was all I could get out.
"Ms. Amber sent over three outfits and a few pairs of heels for you to try on and expects you wearing one of them when you return," Eleanor explained.
"Well, I think I am fine with what I always wear," I replied, turning to leave.
Eleanor's tone shifted to worried as she pleaded, "Ms. Williams, please reconsider. If Ms. Amber has requested it, trust me there is a reason. She turned our near bankrupt spa into the most sought after spa in America. She knows what she is doing."
"Well, it could be fun," I shrugged, not wanting to give in, but seeing an odd fear in Eleanor's tone and demeanor.
Clearly relieved, she said, "Come this way."
The next fifteen minutes I tried on all three outfits and all five pairs of five inch heels. Each outfit was professional and yet sexy at the same time and somehow enhanced perfectly my voluptuous breasts. The heels, however, were ludicrous and I almost killed myself trying them on, never mind trying to walk while wearing them.
Eleanor said, "Up next, high heel walking."
"Don't you mean high heel homicide?" I joked, standing up in the heels that had me wavering like a buoy in rough waters.
She laughed, "Don't worry, it just takes practice."
"I am pretty sure there is not enough time left in my lifetime to survive walking in these things," I replied.
"You would be amazed," she softly encouraged. "It was like when I went to visit a friend in Canada in December last year. I never thought I would survive the blizzard freezing cold, but I did and after a few days my body began to adjust to the biting chill."
"Well, you only die once," I quipped.
"And at least you will have a story for heaven," she quipped right back.
I laughed as I followed her awkwardly in the ludicrous five-inch heels onto what looked to be an actual fashion runway.
I won't get into the details but for the next hour, I strutted my stuff on the runway slowly getting more used to wearing the heels and slowly building confidence as Eleanor complimented me and gave me advice. It was bizarrely exhilarating to walk the runway even if no one was watching other than Eleanor.
When Eleanor announced, "Well time is up," I was actually disappointed and stunned to learn over an hour and a half had flew by.
"Oh, ok," I said, trying not to act disappointed.
Eleanor explained, "Ms. Amber made it clear you are to wear the five inch heels and one of the outfits she choose when you return to the store tomorrow and on the flight."
"Why?" I asked, thinking such an outfit and heels very inconvenient for such a flight.
"Ms. Amber always has a purpose," Eleanor replied, as if Amber was Yoda.
"Well, we will see," I replied, not planning to obey the silly expectation.
"Please, do," Eleanor said, "You don't want to get on Ms. Amber's bad side."
Her tone again alarmed me and I wondered what Amber had over her. To pacify her I agreed, "Ok, I will wear one of the outfits."
"And the heels?" she questioned.
"And the heels," I agreed.
"Great," Eleanor said, suddenly her chipper self again. She gave me a hug and said, "Now for the best part of your week."
"I can't fathom what could possibly be left," I replied, meaning it.
She smiled, "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet.
And she was right. A three hour personal flight tour over Hawaii was the most thrilling moment of my life. I have never seen such beauty as I did during those three hours as it was just a chance to revel in the awe of the natural beauty of the world.
I never wanted it to end, but of course all good things do and I spent the evening packing and then watching the sunset while laying leisurely on the beach, reflecting on my bucket list and everything I wanted from my life. I decided I would work with Amber once I returned to make my business successful again, but I also would not be the workaholic I had been. It was time to start enjoying the small pleasures in life and I knew that this week of seclusion had forever changed me.
My last night I had yet another intense sex dream, my most intense yet.
I was walking the runway, finally getting pretty good with the ridiculous five inch heels when Amber sauntered in.
"On your knees," Amber ordered.
Eleanor instantly fell to her knees.
Amber glared at me and demanded, her tone ice cold, "You too, Cassie."
I had no intention of obeying yet I felt my body lowering itself to the floor.
"Good girl," she purred as she slipped out of her skirt revealing she was wearing a big strap-on. I watched hypnotized by her big cock as she said, "Hmmmm, does my little slut want my cock?"
I didn't respond, although the dampness in my pussy spoke volumes.
"Crawl to me my slut," Amber instructed, stepping onto the runway.
"Again I wanted to stop myself, but instead felt my body crawling towards her.
"Good girl," she purred smiling. "You want me to fuck you?"
I admitted as I reached her feet, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" she questioned as she tapped my head with her rubber cock, adding to the humiliation which somehow made me even wetter.
"Yes, Mistress," I reworded, submitting to her, giving her the power.
"Suck my cock, get it ready for your cunt," Amber demanded.
She shoved the plastic cock in my mouth and began slowly fucking my mouth. I responded by sucking it like I would a real cock. A couple of minutes of sucking the distasteful rubber cock, and she pulled out and demanded, "Turn around, slut."
I didn't hesitate as I turned around. She lifted my skirt up, yanked my panties aside, and thrust her cock in me without any warning.
She fucked me like a man, hard and fast, just how I liked it. I whimpered, "Fuuuuuck, yes."
"You like being my slut?" she asked, spanking my ass.
"Yes, Mistress, I love being your slut," I moaned, as she continued thrusting into me.
"Come slut, come on my cock like the dirty dyke whore you are," Amber demanded.
"Oh yes, oh, oh, oh, uh yes, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm comiiiiiiing," I screamed as my humiliating orgasm came flooding through me.
I woke up with my fingers in my cunt and my juices leaking out liberally. I shook my head frustrated by my inner mind's obsession with Amber. I was determined to deal with her once and for all when I returned tomorrow; yet, I had no idea what was waiting for me once I returned to the real world after my sojourn of tranquility.
4. MY RETURN
My morning flight left at 6 in the morning and thus I was up at 3:30, dressed according to Amber's expectations figuring it was not worth the fight.
I actually slept during the flight, something I never usually do and arrived home relatively refreshed after the flight (thank God for first class).
I waited for my luggage and was watching CNN on a television in the baggage area for a few minutes where I heard the newscaster announce that Taylor Wilson, the super movie star, was apparently getting married. I couldn't care less about celebrity gossip or their lives and was just about to turn away from the television when I saw her in a wedding dress in what was definitely my store.
Suddenly Amber was being interviewed but the volume was off and I couldn't understand what she was saying. I watched stunned as I saw a couple of very pretty young women seemingly helping other customers that were definitely not my employees. The store seemed packed and at the bottom of the television screen was Amber Anderson CEO of White Wedding (Ironic because my store was too small to have a CEO). Taylor Wilson was also interviewed seemingly gushing over the dress.
I grabbed my luggage and headed to the taxi lane. As I waited impatiently for a taxi, I grabbed my phone, which I remembered I could now use, and called the office.
I interrupted her usual greeting we had established as our phone protocol years ago and said, "Hi Sophia, it's me Cassandra."
"Hi, Cassie," she replied.
I was surprised by her using 'Cassie' something she knew I hated and something she had never in all our years working together had ever used. Yet, I ignored it as I wanted to know what was going on. "How was the week without me?"
"Life changing," Sophia answered, without any hint of sarcasm.
"I saw Amber on the news while I was waiting for my luggage," I said.
Sophia replied, "Yes, Ms. Amber and Ms. Wilson called a press conference yesterday to announce her upcoming wedding."
"At my store?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Yes, Cassie," Sophia said again.
"Why are you calling me Cassie?" I asked, now annoyed, just as a taxi rolled up.
"That is what Ms. Amber insisted you be called now," my best friend answered.
"But why did you agree to do so?" I asked, as the taxi driver took my luggage and I stepped into the taxi.
"There is only obeying Ms. Amber," Sophia explained, as if that answered everything.
"Well, please don't do it anymore," I instructed.
Suddenly I heard Amber's voice in the background, "Get in here, Sophia."
"I have to go," Sophia quickly blurted out and hung up the phone.
I was furious. Clearly Amber had bullied Sophia and was now treating her with disrespect. That is not how I ran my store, even if it meant being successful.
On the taxi ride to my store, I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for news on Taylor Wilson and White Wedding, but very little showed up.
I had the taxi take me directly to White Wedding curious to see what the so-called miracle worker could do in a week and yet more focused on putting the bitch in her place, no one treated my employees with such disrespect. Yet, the moment I walked into my store I knew instantly she was indeed a miracle worker. There were customers everywhere and I had a few new employees, each ridiculously attractive and all dressed in attractive, yet classy outfits that showcased their large breasts and long legs. Not surprisingly, each young woman was also wearing five inch heels. Also, the store had been completely re-organized. The walls were newly painted, the lay-out was more open and even the cashier area had been rebuilt. It was like I was walking into a brand new store and not one I had spent the past fifteen years building with blood, sweat and tears.
I walked through my store in awe of how busy it was; busier than it ever had been even when we were relatively successful. I got to the back, climbed the stairs and was surprised when Sophia was not at her desk.
I walked into my office and Amber was at my desk on the phone while Sophia was on the floor on her knees massaging Amber's pantyhose-clad foot. Amber put her hand up in the air, implying I should wait until she was done on the phone.
I stared at Sophia who did not make eye contact with me as she resumed her odd menial task.
"Sophia what are you..." I began to say but was hushed by Amber.
Covering up the mouthpiece Amber glared at me and said her tone condoning, "I am on the phone."
My calmness was already fading, as I kept looking at Sophia who continued massaging Amber's foot while refusing to look my way. I impatiently waited as I surveyed my office, which was surprisingly, after seeing the massive renovations downstairs, still exactly the same as when I left.
Amber hung up the phone after a couple more minutes before asking, acting as if it wasn't absurd that my secretary was giving her a foot massage. "Welcome back, Cassie, how was your sojourn?"
"It was surprisingly relaxing," I replied, playing nice, before asking, "What is going on here?"
"Sophia is giving me a foot massage," Amber responded as if that explained everything.
"I see that," I said frustrated. "I mean why is she giving you a foot massage?"
"Because I told her to," Amber answered, again responding as if this wasn't strange.
I sighed and realizing quickly Amber was playing a game, I re-worded my question. "Why is Sophia not at her desk?"
Ignoring my question completely, she asked, "Do you like our stores' new look?"
The word 'our' pissed me off too, but I remained calm, my trip to Relaxation Sensation apparently paying off. "I have to admit it is very impressive, shocking actually."
"I am a magic worker," Amber quipped back, before adding, "I see you wore one of the outfits I chose for you?"
I again could tell she was playing me, trying to control the situation. So I shrugged, sloughing off the fact that I obeyed her, "The heels were a bit much."
"Oh no, the heels are the most important part," she smiled. "It is the first part of my success theory; I began to tell you about the other day."
I recalled that smug attitude that first day and the theory she hinted at but never revealed. I feigned curiosity, "I do recall you mentioning something about three keys to success."
"Do you want to hear it?" she asked, as she dramatically shifted her legs giving Sophia her other foot.
"Why not?" I shrugged, curious of her so-called success plan and distracted by Sophia's treatment.
"Well the first key is rather simple, dress for success. As a woman we must use every asset we have," she explained.
I countered, "I think I have done quite well without flaunting my body."
"Have you?" she asked, "last I checked you were near bankruptcy."
"Well, the market killed me," I again defended.
"Excuses, excuses," she waved her hand. "Excuses are for losers."
"Are you calling me a loser?" I asked, anger beginning to simmer.
"I didn't say that," she said softly, before adding, "but you did."
"I will not have you insult me in my office," I said, my anger continued to bubble.
She shrugged, looking at her watch, "Actually the rest of my leadership lesson will have to wait. I am heading out in a few minutes for the weekend to Paris. We will meet Monday morning at 9:00 to discuss my plan for our business," she answered.
"But I..." I started.
"And I have put Nicole in charge while I am gone," Amber said, standing up.
"Nicole?" I repeated.
"Yes, I have worked with her before in business transformations and she knows exactly what I expect," Amber said, lifting her foot up.
I watched in stunned awe as Sophia put Amber's leather boot on for her left foot. "I think I can run the store while you are gone," I said.
"You are welcome to work downstairs, we could use another salesperson we are swamped. But Nicole will be in charge," Amber said.
"But..." I began, as Amber switched feet and Sophia put the other boot on.
"Cassie my dear, trust me. You have put your business in very capable hands. Let me do what I do," she said.
I sighed, realizing I had given her a job to do and although I didn't like her style or blunt personality, the results so far were impossible to ignore. "Ok, but I want to see your whole plan Monday morning," I said, firmly.
Once her boots were on, she smiled and said, "Of course, Cassie."
Sophia stood up and followed Amber silently to the door. Amber stopped, turned and said, "Cassie, we will start YOUR training on Monday."
Before I had time to process her odd statement she was gone and Sophia followed her out. A minute later, I was still standing in my office trying to understand what had just occurred when a young red haired woman walked into my office.
She walked up to me and introduced herself, "Hi, I am Nicole McCafferty."
"I'm Cassandra Williams," I smiled, breaking out of my trance like confusion.
"It is nice to meet you," she smiled, so warm and charming, unlike Amber.
"You as well," I returned.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Nicole moved to my desk and said, "Could you please get that Ms. Williams?"
I assumed Sophia would get it, but when it kept ringing, I moved to my desk and answered it. While I was talking to a customer about directions to our store, Nicole was on my computer.
Once off, I asked, "So how do you know Amber?"
"Sorority sisters," Nicole answered.
"I was never in a sorority," I said, one of my regrets.
"It was a pretty crazy time," Nicole smiled, as if reminiscing.
"I imagine so," I replied, feeling like I was making a connection with Nicole the way I usually do when I meet someone new.
We chatted for the next few minutes about trivial things such as the weather and how my flight had gone. Before she revealed how Amber had gotten Taylor Wilson as a customer through her sorority alumni connections and that all the new hires downstairs were hired on temporary contracts and worked on commission based pay. It was something I had never believed in, commission, instead treating employees like family instead of dollar signs, but when Nicole showed me the sales report for the week I was gone I almost shit myself. The numbers were twenty times what I had made last month and Nicole suggested the numbers were deceivingly low as most of the sales hadn't really started until Tuesday.
As much as I disliked Amber's people skills, I had to admit she had made the impossible, possible in one week.
Nicole suggested, "I hate to be so forward, I understand this is your store and all, but the girls downstairs are swamped, could you go on the floor and help?"
"Sure," I replied, actually liking being on the floor with the customers. I started to leave, but finally remembered to ask where Camree and Tilley were, as they should have been working at this moment. "Where are Camree and Tilley?"