Made Ch. 02

"Hello." said the woman as she sat down next to Jane Wind at the cafe."

"Hi." said Jane. She didn't like talking to strangers and this woman was definitely a stranger. Jane missed her husband but there was nothing to do. He was out at sea.

Suddenly Jane, felt a pressure build in the back of her head.

"Pass me the sugar, sugar." said the woman.

Jane passed the woman the sugar. She didn't like the woman calling her sugar. Jane wasn't gay or anything. Jane was just being kind.

"Good Slut." stated the woman.

Jane was both horrified and proud to have this woman call her a slut. It seemed so right. It seemed so wrong.

"Now get me the cream from across the room." the woman stated again.

Jane again felt compelled to obey the woman. So she walked across the cafe and brought a carafe of cream to the woman.

"Good slut." stated the woman again.

Jane felt her pussy grow wet at her woman's praise.

"Now tell me all about yourself. Sluts, like you, shouldn't have secrets." stated the woman.

Jane realized this woman was right. She should tell her all about her life. Jane told the woman how she was 19 and newly married. Her husband was away at sea. So Jane had the apartment to herself.

"That sounds wonderful my slut. Now clean the table, after I finish it we can go back to MY house." said the woman.

Jane did as the woman bid. She cleaned the table. The strange woman kept asking Jane questions. As Jane answered the questions she felt foggy and strange. Soon Jane noticed that the woman's hand had found its way onto her knee.

As Jane proceeded to tell the woman everything she wanted to know. Jane talked about her personal life. She told the woman about her husband and her general frustration with life. The woman's hand began to slowly caress its way up from Jane's knee. The tips of the woman's perfectly manicured fingers caressed the bare flesh of Jane's inner lower thigh. The woman's fingers moved in slow circles teasing Jane.

Jane's eyes darted down to the woman's hand. Was she staring at it with worry or anticipation? Jane didn't know. The very thought of the woman rubbing leg made her very flesh crawl. Jane wanted to get away from the woman? Jane wanted the woman to push her hand deep into her pussy and claim her.

The woman must have seen the look on Jane's face, as she played with Jane's thigh. So the woman leaned in close and whispered, "Don't worry slut, you love it." Jane found that her body's responses to the woman's touch changed. Jane's mind was still uncertain but Jane's body betrayed her. Jane felt small pulses of pleasure in her pussy. She had to bite her lower lip, to stop a moan of pleasure. To her horror or delight, this seemed to amuse the woman even more.

Jane was terrified that her body was betraying her. Jane was trying to understand what was going on. She had no clue who this woman was, or why she seemed to have control over Jane's body. Jane didn't even know why the woman had chosen her, out of everybody that she could have picked. Jane wasn't a lesbian? Was she? The woman finished her coffee.

"Slut it is time to go." stated the woman.

"Now take me to your house where you can start to learn. You're so lucky that I chose you to serve."

Jane wanted to yell at her off and run far away. She wanted to run as fast as her feet would take her. Yet Jane soon found she wasn't in control of her actions. "Of course, we should go." stated Jane. She got off her chair and led the woman back to her house. Even then a small part of Jane knew she'd never be returning to normal.

Jane found her terror and excitement growing with every step that brought the woman closer to her house. Jane reached the front door and unlocked the front door, holding it open for the woman.

"Good slut." stated the woman. She brushed past Jane without a word as she walked into the living room, looking around. Jane knew she was being judged. Jane found herself hoping that she was worthy. That thought terrified her.

"Close and lock the front door, then come and sit next to be on the sofa," the woman commanded without even turning to look at Jane. Jane did as the woman bid. It was the only thing to do? It was the right thing to do?

Without a word, the woman placed her hand on the inside of Jane's thigh once more, gently caressing the inside of Jane's leg. This still seemed wrong to Jane. It was wrong for another woman to touch her like that? Jane kept her thighs closed tightly together despite wanting to give in.

The woman smirked as Jane attempted to deify.

"Naughty, naughty little slut." The woman pulled her hand back and put it in her lap for the moment.

"You need to know that I can make you do anything I want. Soon you'll want to. Soon you'll beg to. Yet, I'll leave a bit of that defiant spirit in you...for fun." The woman spoke to Jane haughtily as if Jane were less of a being than her.

Jane wanted to punch her? Jane wanted to worship her? For now, Jane decided the best thing to do was to sit still.

The woman gave out an impatient sigh. She said, "Naughty girl, pull those pants down around your ankles and spread your legs. Perhaps, if you're not too defiant you'll enjoy your time with me."

Jane blushed a deep red. To her horror, to her excitement she found her hands obeying the woman's command. Still having free will, Jane tried to slow herself. But, she still took off her jeans. As the jeans fell to the floor, Jane revealed her simple white panties to the woman.

"Granny panties." stated the woman. "Not what I wanted but you're here to learn. Now entertain me slut."

Jane wanted to entertain the woman? Jane didn't want to entertain the woman? It seemed so right. It seemed so wrong. Yet, Jane's hands betrayed her. They traveled up and down her thighs. Jane slowly spread her legs for the woman.

The woman was smirking. The woman was enjoying Jane's discomfort. Jane regained her composure. She started pulling up her jeans.

But, the woman spoke condescendingly to Jane. "Oh no, but nice try. We should get down to my lessons. It's time for you to be a good little Naughty school Girl and please me. So leave the jeans on the floor." Jane left the jeans on the floor.

The woman put her fingers back on the inside of Jane's thigh and ran them all the way up and down. Jane found that she'd parted her legs for this woman. Jane wanted to please this woman...didn't she?

Jane could feel the woman's breath on her neck while she was being teased. To her horror, Jane found herself growing wetter and wetter.

"Oh, naughty girl,"the woman teased., "I think you enjoy this more than you want to admit! Perhaps, you have repressed desires."

Jane didn't know what to say. So she said nothing at all.

Jane was horrified. Jane was elated as the woman's fingers began to move from her thigh, slowly, to the crotch of her granny panties. The woman rubbed two fingers over Jane's small, but growing, wet spot. The woman was smirking again in that malevolently way. Not quickly enough for Jane her fingers began to press against her covered but aroused sex. Jane couldn't believe she was just sitting here allowing this woman to caress her pussy! It was so right? It was so wrong? Jane was both terrified and elated.

The woman's fingers pressed harder and rubbed quicker against the wet material of Jane's panties. The woman looked at Jane and said, "My little naughty girl, I'll give you permission to speak freely. For now, that is all you have permission to do. And you will -not- call for help nor will you want to, are we understood?"

Jane nodded meekly. She wondered why she'd wanted to call someone mere seconds ago.

"Good slut." stated the woman. From a purse, which had just materialized, the woman pulled out a small bottle of what appeared to be lotion and a quellazaire cigarette holder. Jane thought it made the woman look like a sexy Cruella DeVille. The thought made her proud. Out poured pink smoke as the woman exhaled.

The woman took her fingers out of Jane's pussy and stopped rubbing. The woman's fingers were coated with Jane's juices. It smelled so wonderful to Jane why had she despised pussy juice before?

Jane wanted the woman to keep finger fucking her. But, it was wrong. Jane still had her defiance. "Now lick my little slut." stated the woman. She put the pussy juice covered fingers near Jane's mouth. Jane practically lunged forward to lick them. "Pussy juice tastes so wonderful to a dyke like you doesn't it?" said the woman. As she blew pink smoke at Jane's face.

"No! I'm not...not really?"said Jane. "I don't know you or why you're doing this to me. I'm not a dyke, and I have a husband! Please, please just leave me alone. I promise I won't tell anybody about this. I swear!"

The woman reached out and gently caressed Jane's cheek with her fingers. "Oh, my slut. I know you won't tell anybody... because you won't be able to. You see, I'm a sorceress. I've been seeking a queendom and I've come her to make it. Right now, you haven't realized you're a lesbian. But, you soon will. I won't let you go. I'm having too much fun. And from the look of things, my little repressed rug muncher. She looked down to the soaked crotch of Jane's panties, "so are you."

Jane blushed a deep red. Sure she had desired girls in high school and sure she had a stack of Playboys that she masturbated to. But, she wasn't gay? She had a husband.

"But why are you doing this? You don't even know my name. I've never seen you before in my life..."

"I don't need to know your name, and you don't need to know mine. You no longer need a name. You'll just be dyke, rug muncher, lickin Lesbo...something along those lines. You'll just call me Mistress. It's time for me to teach you further. As your guide on the road to dykehood, I have to help you accept your true destiny. So the first lesson in becoming my little rug muncher will be to take off your panties." the woman slipped her command suddenly at the end.

Jane found herself obeying. She was mortified as they were briefly stopped by the wetness of her pussy. Yet, she let them fall to the floor.

The woman noticed and smirked. She blew more pink smoke at Jane.

"Very good dyke! However, the proper response would be yes mistress. But, I'll let that go for now." the woman stated. She moved her manicured hand up Jane's thigh, with her fingers heading straight for Jane's exposed sex. The woman wasted no time running the tips of her fingers along Jane's wet slit, teasingly plunging them in and out of her opening.

"Now, my slut," the woman said as she plunged her fingers deeper into Jane. Jane moaned despite herself. She wasn't gay?

"A little dyke like you will always obey me and other dominates I introduce you too.. You will always respond to our touches and my wishes. You will never, ever try to harm us, or yourself. Nor will you try to run away or tell anybody about this. I'm kind so I'll let you keep your defiant attitude. Remember, the more you obey, the more you please me the better your orgasms will me. You want to be a good rug muncher for me, right?"

Jane knew she was powerless to fight what the sorceress was doing to her. She nodded a quick yes. Jane was afraid to speak. She was terrified at her future. All Jane could do was moan as the woman plunged her fingers deeper into her pussy.

"Take your shirt off." the woman said. Jane found herself taking off her t-shirt. Her breasts were now exposed to the woman. The woman cupped them in her hands.

"What size are you tits dyke?" she questioned.

"32 A!" Jane stated. She knew they were small. But, that was something she'd always been proud of. It meant she wasn't a slut like other girls. After all, the bigger the breasts the sluttier the girl. She'd learned something from all the lesbian porn she'd watched!

"Well, luckily I've invented ChangeX, so my magic can change that. It'll be my present to you from now on, you will not wear clothing in MY home. I want to be able to get to your holes whenever I need to." The woman paused, "Since I'm your Mistress I own your body and your orgasms. SO never cum without my permission. You've also forgotten how to pleasure yourself. In case you're tempted to try."

To her disappointment, Jane found herself less full. The woman had taken her fingers out of her pussy. Jane had been right on edge and let out a groan of dismay.

The woman just malevolently laughed. Jane flushed a deep red. How could she be wanting this woman to finger her. She wasn't gay?

"Fetch me a whiskey, slut." stated the woman.

Jane obeyed. She rose to fetch the woman a whiskey. She was embarrassed as she left a stain of pussy juice upon the sofa. As Jane rose to fetch the whiskey she could feel her breasts slowly expanding. She knew the woman was staring at her. Jane was starting to feel proud that she was pleasing her teacher.

Jane got the whiskey and handed it to her.

"Good slut." stated the woman. Jane went to sit down.

"No slut, kneel...worship me. I don't want you to become too used to sitting on MY furniture."

Jane wanted to yell. She wanted to say that she wasn't a rug muncher. This was her house. Still as she looked at the woman she grew wet.

"Yes, Mistress," said Jane. She sank down to her knees. Jane had to admit to herself from the floor she got an amazing view of the woman's...no Mistress' pussy. It looked beautiful. Jane had to remind herself it wasn't beautiful. She wasn't a dyke?

"You're accepting your fate more and more. Still you haven't begged to eat my pussy. A Slut like you should always crave girl cream all over her face. You know you have an exhibitionism streak, Slut. Start fingering yourself for me." stated the woman.

Jane suddenly found herself wanting to obey the woman. She knew she always loved to show off. Her fingers went to work, two plunged inside of her tight hole with as her thumb worked mercilessly on her clit. Jane was already close to the edge from all that the woman had done. Still no matter how long Jane finger fucked herself she just couldn't cum. That's when Jane remembered that the woman had forbidden her to cum without permission. Jane looked at the woman. Her Mistress?

The woman didn't say anything, but Jane knew what was going to happen. The woman was going to make Jane ask, to beg her for her orgasm. But Jane wasn't a dyke was she? Jane put all her energy into not being a lesbian. She tried to hold out as long as she could. It seemed like hours when it was merely minutes. All too soon, Jane spoke with her voice just above a whisper.

"Mistress... may I please... cum? She questioned. Her voice was thick with need.

"What did you say Slut? I can barely hear you." The woman was laughing at Jane's situation.

Jane bit down on her bottom lip, trying not to moan. She wasn't gay?

"Mistress, may I please cum? Please?" It was hard for Jane to talk now. She was moaning. Her pussy was dripping and Jane's fingers made squishing sounds.

"If my little Slut wants to cum, I think she'll have to do better than that for her teacher. You do want to please me. I am your ideal woman after all."

Jane shook her head. She wasn't gay. She wasn't a dyke. She didn't want to do it, but her body was beyond the point of no return now.

"Please please, Mistress. Please let your little slave cum. Please, my fingers have me so wet! Please, please let your rug muncher cum!" begged Jane. She was desperate.

The woman smirked. She inserted her fingers into Jane's pussy and began pumping them in and out. "Well, since you asked so kindly... just this once, cum for Mistress. Just remember it was a woman who got you off."

As soon as the words left her mouth, it was over for Jane. With a loud scream, the most powerful orgasm of her life hit her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She fell to the ground. Jane was panting for breath.

Suddenly, her pussy began gushing juice. More juice poured out of Jane's cunt than she'd ever thought possible. It must have been a gallon! By the time her orgasm had stopped, the carpet was soaked with Jane's juices.

From Jane's vantage point on the carpet, she noticed the woman was soaking wet as well. Yet, the woman knew she had a job to do. The sorceress had ChangeX but she still had a Queendom to make. One slut at a time.

Calming herself, the woman extended her hand to Jane and simply said, "Clean MY carpet up slut."

Jane's pussy clenched again as the woman called her slut. She didn't cum of course. Jane was starting to understand she didn't have a choice. She had to serve this woman. It was now her job. It was now her fate. She wanted to do what this woman said? She wanted to be a dyke?

"Lick!" ordered the woman.

Jane obeyed. She pressed her mouth onto the carpet. Desperate to taste the sweet liquid. She wanted to gag, She wanted to spit it out... but she obediently licked up every last drop. Jane even licked her lips clean. Pussy juice wasn't that bad? She could go for some more. In fact, the woman's pussy was right in front of her. If only, Jane could put her mouth against that hot box. Jane quickly banished that thought from her head. She wasn't gay or anything?

The woman just smirked. "Dyke, press your tits together for me. You've been so busy I'm guessing you haven't noticed they've blown up like beach balls. Thanks to my ChangeX. It's very pleasing." Jane rose unsteadily due to her beach ball size tits. She pressed her large, perky breasts together. On instinct, Jane began to toy with her nipples for the woman. As the woman looked at her. She seemed to be pleased. Jane was glad that she was pleasing this woman?

"You've done so good, my little dyke," the woman said. She pulled on rings that had appeared on Jane's nipples. The sensation made Jane whimper, both from the pain and the humiliation of craving more the woman's touch. Jane desperately wanted the woman. She wanted the woman to keep rolling Jane's hardened nubs between her fingers until cum gushed down her thighs. Jane found herself wanting to become the woman's slutty plaything. It wasn't like she had anything going for her anyway. Her husband was gone most of the time. She was just a society lady.

The woman moved back to the couch. "I'm so proud of how far my little rug muncher has come.

With the word "Come", Jane let out a little scream. Her body trembled in a violent orgasm. It was so wonderful. It was amazing having another woman watch her coming. Not just any woman but this woman. Her Mistress.

"Clean up MY carpet dyke!" ordered the woman again.

"Yes Mistress." stated Jane. She lapped up the cum more eagerly than before. Jane showed her tits off to her Mistress. Hoping her Mistress would be pleased.

The woman sat on the couch and finger fucked herself. The smell from her Mistress' pussy made Jane grow wet. Pussy juice was trailing down her leg. It was a detail the woman didn't miss.

"Eat me dyke!" the woman ordered.

Jane buried her face deep in her Mistress' hot sex. She had never tasted another woman before and she found that the salty musky taste was wonderful. Her hands wrapped around Mistress's hips in order to hold on and keep in contact with her pussy as Mistress began to buck and bounce. Mistress's moans and grunts had been replaced with cries and screams as she approached her climax.

"Oh fuck rug muncher!" Mistress screamed as her back arched and slammed her cunt into Jane's face. "I'm gonna cum!" Mistress tightly wrapped her legs around Jane's head in an attempt to have as much pleasure as possible.

A wave of thicker, muskier juice flooded out the woman onto Jane's pretty face as the woman went over the edge. Screams of pleasure filled the house as the thin but busty blonde tried to hold on and continue licking up her Mistress' wonderful cum.

After a few seconds Jane felt her own body pass the point of no return and she went over the edge as well. Her fingernails dug into the soft skin of her Mistress's ass as a wave of burning hot ecstasy exploded through her. She screamed into the woman's dripping pussy as the bliss assaulted her trembling body.