Becoming a Lesbian Slave Ch. 04

Summary: Cassie submits to her mother at a lesbian club.

Note 1: In Part 1, Cassie is the owner of a bridal shop, which although in the past it’s been very successful, its sales, and thus its profits, have recently been declining severely during a recent recession. She hires a young woman with a stellar reputation for taking on failing businesses and turning them around into wildly successful ones. But she always demands total control of a business, at least temporarily, before she’ll do anything at all for it. Cassie agrees in desperation, signs a contract, and from that moment on, even though within a week the customers and the money are flooding in, she watches her world falling apart as the young woman (consistently referred to or addressed as Ms. Amber by absolutely everyone, far and wide) assumes iron control not only of Cassie’s business, but also of her sex life, by training her to become a thoroughly submissive pet.

In Part 2, Cassie desperately tries to find her way out of her predicament, but instead she falls deeper into submission, including becoming her secretary’s pet, servicing a stranger at a hair salon, wearing a vibrating egg in public, and the surprising arrival of her mother accompanying Amber.

In Part 3, Cassie is worried that her mother may get drawn into her wicked ways, but she is surprised to learn her mother isn’t who she thinks she is… she is a dominant lesbian and maybe, just maybe, she has a solution to Cassie’s predicament. In part to reintroduce herself to her daughter, she takes her daughter to an upscale lesbian club called Le Cygne, where she learns to her astonishment that totally unlike her experiences with Amber, submitting to a Mistress can be delightful.

Becoming a Lesbian Slave Ch. 04

Continued immediately after a wild submission session, where it wasn’t about complete humiliation for a change, while she is at a party club for lesbians.

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It was odd.

As I perused the busy bar, I felt comfortable about being naked except for my stockings, and about who I was becoming.

Mistress Beth had restored a confidence in myself I’d totally lost in the crazy whirlwind of submission to Amber. Being with Amber and Beth I was obedient, and I enjoyed feeling the rush of that obedience. But unlike the utter shame I always felt after having sex with Amber, I felt no shame at all this time, just contented tranquility following this evening’s sexual encounter with Beth.

I now also accepted the obvious… I was undoubtedly a lesbian.

One hundred percent!

I watched my Mom. She was fucking a redhead who looked to be no older than twenty-one, while a very large black woman fucked my Mom… it was a very sexy position… my Mom the meat filling in the middle of a sex sandwich.

Other sex acts were occurring all around the club, too many of them to describe. For instance a woman old enough to be my grandmother was sitting on someone’s face. A petite Asian was spanking a chubby Latina. A black woman was bent over a table getting either her ass or her pussy eaten… I couldn’t tell from my viewpoint. Two women were rubbing their pussies together to the beat of the song playing on the sound system.

Horny, I hurried over to Jillian, who was as naked as I was, meaning stockings only, and reported, “Mistress Beth instructed me to tell you Approach 4B.”

“Mmmmmm, she did, did she?” Jillian asked with a wicked grin.

“She did,” I confirmed, wondering how many different approaches there were, and how many prior variations had been established before they reached 4B.

“You’re very cute,” she said, admiring my naked body.

“You’re very beautiful,” I said to the younger girl.

She took my hand and led me to the dance floor, right past my Mom. Feeling a rush of sexual confidence, I quipped, “Looking good, Mom.”

“You too, baby,” Mom replied. “Nice butt!”

“You brought your daughter here?” The black woman asked.

“Yeah, it’s her first time,” Mom said, just as Jillian tugged me out of earshot of the conversation… about me.

Jillian pulled me close and said, “So! You want to be my little plaything, uh… what’s your name, anyway?”

“Cassandra,” I answered, with her hands on my ass. It was so nice to use my full name instead of Amber’s shortened condescending version of it. I hated the name Cass with a passion, which was surely why she insisted on calling me that.

“Cas-san-dra,” she repeated slowly and softly, as if she were learning the taste of my succulent name. She then leaned in and kissed me while we slow danced to a song that was anything but slow.

I melted into her body and into her lips, as I returned the kiss… feeling that sense of safety Beth had taught me about.

We kissed for a couple of minutes before she moved a hand to my pussy and began rubbing.

“Oooooh,” I moaned into her mouth.

“Tonight, this pussy is mine,” Jillian explained, as she rubbed me right there on the dance floor filled with other women, many of whom were similarly engaged with each other .

“Okay,” I agreed weakly.

“Do you want to be mine tonight?” Jillian asked.

“Yes please,” I nodded, as she really rubbed my pussy… my orgasm rising quickly.

“And you’ll obey me without hesitation?”

“Yes ma’am,” I agreed, trusting her in a way I never trusted Amber.

“Good,” she nodded, as she continued rubbing me.

“That feels so good,” I moaned.

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life,” Jillian assured me confidently.

“I imagine you really can,” I said, that orgasm feeling rather imminent.

Then suddenly, she stopped.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, my twat on fire.

“You need to earn your orgasm,” Jillian explained.

“If you say so,” I said, feeling disappointed.

“Don’t worry,” she said, seeing and hearing my disappointment, “They say, ‘All good things come to those who wait.’ Except in this case, all those things come to those who obey.”

“Then you’re the boss,” I agreed, trusting her.

“Knees,” she ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, comfortably obeying her order, and not at all uncomfortable that I was going down on my knees in a club full of people. Of course it helped that I wasn’t the only one in such a compromised position… actually, many women and girls were doing far more scandalous things than I was.

Which meant my face was now at the same elevation as her pussy, which had a reasonable amount of hair on it. I automatically leaned forward, but she placed the palm of her hand against my forehead. “Did I instruct you to eat me?”

“No, ma’am. I just assumed,” I admitted, since I really did want to taste her pussy… even following my very satisfying encounter with Mistress Beth, I was still craving more pussy.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” Jillian said, “you’ll get the opportunity to eat my pussy, but first I have a few other tasks for you.”

“Um, okay,” I said, now feeling a little nervous.

“First, we need to get you a collar,” Jillian said.

“Oh,” I said.

“Yes, tonight you’re a club pet, so you need to be garbed as one,” she explained. “Now crawl behind me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, that word coming out of my mouth with such natural need. I needed to have a Mistress. I needed someone to protect me. I needed someone to use me.

“Good girl,” Jillian said, walking back past where my mother had been.

I noticed her stockings had sexy seams down the back. I needed some of those. I crawled behind her, feeling my cheeks burning, yet not really feeling embarrassed… like I’d been whenever I was molested in public by Amber.

I crawled past my mother again, who was now sitting on someone’s face.

“I see you’re making some friends,” she smiled.

“You too,” I smiled back.

“Well, have fun,” she said, as I kept crawling.

“You already seem to be having fun,” I replied.

“Lots of fun,” she agreed, as she reached down and pulled a redhead’s face deeper into her wetness.

I couldn’t believe my mother wasn’t only a lesbian… but a dominant lesbian… and that she was setting herself up against Amber with absolute confidence… so did that mean maybe she really could get me out of this wicked web of submission I’d gotten myself into?

The idea was intriguing, but every other time I’d gotten my hopes up, it had resulted in even more humiliation being heaped on top of me, and my situation had even gotten other undeserving people involved.

We reached the bar, and I waited for a moment, both excited and nervous. Being on all fours like a pet was becoming second nature to me, but people seeing me doing it right next to a crowded bar was upping the ante.

Jillian bent down and fastened a collar around my neck. She then attached a leash to it, and silently tugged me back towards the dance floor. She stopped along the way at a table and asked, “Do any of you lovely ladies want your pussy pleased? My pet is quite hungry.”

“I could use a pussy munching,” a large Latina woman piped up.

“Crawl under the table and service her, my pet,” Jillian instructed, speaking in a firm yet compassionate fashion that was very different from Amber’s constant humiliation.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, feeling so much safer with this relative stranger, even though she was ordering me to crawl under a table to service a total stranger.

“Is she new?” The woman asked as I crawled towards her, and she helpfully parted her legs.

“Yes, it’s her first time here,” Jillian answered. “Her mother, however, is a long-time member of one of our affiliated clubs.”

“Nice,” the woman said, as I arrived at her pussy. No one seemed to wear panties here, which seemed a logical approach, and I began licking her trimmed pussy… her scent quite strong.

“So how’s Jane?” Jillian asked.

“Good, good,” the woman said as I continued to lick her, “you know how it is. She’s twelve going on twenty-one.”

“I was a hellion when I was twelve,” Jillian shared.

“I bet you were,” the woman said, as I kept licking her. For some reason, learning she had a twelve-year-old daughter and was here seemed weird to me. Although I wasn’t sure why it would… I was learning that behind just about every woman’s façade of respectability was a collection of wicked kinks.