#turned lesbian
Sally opened the box as soon as she received it. She had not been expecting a delivery and so she was quietly curious as to what it was. It arrived whilst her husband was at work, but it was clearly addressed to her. Once she got it open though, things became much clearer.
Inside there were two things, buried amid a pile of packaging peanuts. A box and a note. She read the note first.
‘Sally, I can’t stop thinking about our little dalliance of late. I shall be seeing you again, but first I bought a small present for you to try in the meantime. It is small and discrete so you should be able to keep it from your husband, or simply lie about where you got it. Be with you again soon – A’
Inside the box was a small black ring. So small in fact that she could barely even fit it on her pinky finger. As she examined it up close she noticed it had a tiny display on one side. What exactly was this thing? Sally turned the note over and saw an extra line on the back.
‘P.S. it goes on your clit!’
Sally blushed. So it was some kind of sex toy? A vibrator perhaps? She sighed. She had only spent one night with Anastasia. It was a crazy night and she didn’t really know what she was doing. She still wasn’t sure whether she was bi, but she remembered enjoying herself far more than expected. Could it be the excitement of cheating that made it so fun? But it was a mistake. She never intended to contact Anastasia again. And yet here she was receiving such a lewd gift from her…she couldn’t actually be thinking of using it? Could she?
Curiosity is a powerful thing, and it wasn’t long before Sally succumbed to its inescapable pull. She went to her bedroom, pulled her pants and underwear out of the way and slowly slid the ring over her clit.
Click
It tightened around her clit until it was affixed snugly in place. Once it had, the display flashed to life and she saw the number ‘0’ on it. Huh, was that the intensity level or something? It certainly wasn’t vibrating yet. She tried to fiddle with it for a few moments but she couldn’t seem to make it do anything. Frustrated, she tried to tug it off, but to her dismay it clung to her sensitive nub firmly.
“What the hell?”
Sally was disappointed. She had been so excited by the idea of trying out this vibrator. Somehow it had sparked those same naughty feelings she had when she was cheating with Anastasia. ‘Well…I came up here to have some fun and I’m not gonna leave unsatisfied.’ she figured, and began to slowly rub her pussy whilst reclining on her bed. She pictured that night with Anastasia. The hungry look in her eyes as she slipped her hand down her pants. She tried to use the same motions as her lover had back then. It was a completely different technique to how she would touch herself alone, and yet it still felt exquisite. She couldn’t quite do it the same, but it didn’t matter. The fantasy running through her mind was enough to get her slick and aching in no time. Before she knew it she was on the edge.
She pictured Anastasia sliding down her body, flicking her tongue like a viper as she eyed up her prey. She pictured that tongue sliding over her pussy so eagerly. God, she could almost feel it! Her pleasure built and built until she could almost scream…and then, without warning, it faded away in the most frustrating way.
Sally was left panting there, her pussy now wet and aching but with her orgasm nowhere to be seen. She bit her lip and glanced down to her crotch, only to see the display on the clit ring had for some reason changed. It now read ‘1’. She stared at it for a moment in puzzlement. 1 what? Had it done something? If so it hadn’t been very effective because that orgasm had just slipped through her fingers. That didn’t usually happen. It was very annoying, to practically explode with pleasure but then feel that beautiful bliss bomb sadly defused just as the countdown should have ticked down.
Wait…it couldn’t be…Had this ring…no. It was impossible. She was still horny and needy. Her orgasm would come with just a little extra work. She laid back once more and returned to her steamy scene. Anastasia’s tongue was lapping away at her pussy so perfectly. All the while her gaze was fixed up at her, those dazzling eyes, mixed with the sensation of that tongue, running along her folds, flicking and sucking at her clit…oh god. She could feel it again. It hadn’t taken as long this time, since she started from a point of high arousal. Now her hips were gyrating and she was moaning louder and louder.
Then…nothing. Nada. No burst of pleasure. No waves of joy crashing over her body. It just faded. The heat didn’t go away, just dulled slightly. It was still gnawing at her. Begging her to keep touching. And yet, she was starting to realize that even if she did, even if she kept grinding her fingers into her sloppy slit with wanton desire, it would not change a thing.
With horror, she saw the display on the ring. 2. It was true. This thing…this damn device had just stolen her orgasms! This wasn’t fair. What kind of mean prank was Anastasia playing on her? She gave removing the ring another go, harder this time, but she only bit her lip and squealed as her tender clit throbbed in pain. Clearly brute force was not an option. She would have to consult Anastasia on how to remove it. But not right now. She had spent enough time masturbating, she needed to get on with her daily routine and household chores.
The rest of the day was torturous. Having not managed to cum despite her earlier attempts, her pussy was sensitive and achy all day. Often she became distracted and contemplated rubbing herself once again. Mostly she was able to stay her hand, but a few times her resistance failed and she let her fingers slip between her needy folds. Perhaps this time it would work. Perhaps this time she could cum?
Of course, each time only served to make her wetter and weaker. The display read 5 when she finally went to sleep that night. She felt slightly hazy, as the arousal continuously clouded her mind, but her husband didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.
The next day, after her husband had left for work again and she had made a sixth failed attempt to experience the illusive bliss of an orgasm, Sally finally called Anastasia.
“Sally, my sweet little thing. Are you enjoying your new present?” she said upon answering, as if she had been anticipating this very moment.
“Quite the opposite. I’m not happy at all, and I want you to tell me how to remove it.” she huffed.
“Oh, I’ll do you one better. I will come over and remove it for you. Is now a good time?”
It seemed a little too easy, but Sally figured that Anastasia had had her fun and was possibly feeling a bit bad about it. Not that it showed in her tone. She always sounded playful and…hungry.
“Uh…yes…that will work.”
“Ok hun, see you soon!”
Sally couldn’t sit down as she waited. Her clit was throbbing, she had been rubbing on and off since yesterday and never really recovered from that first missed orgasm. It was like the heat wouldn’t dissipate until she could achieve it. An ember burned in her crotch constantly, an ever present reminder, numbing her focus and daring her to touch. To rub. To scramble pathetically for satisfaction even though she knew it was pointless. Worse than that, counterproductive. Every failed orgasm making her situation worse.
Finally, the doorbell rang and Sally let Anastasia in.
“So, uh…how do I remove it?” she asked, nervous.
Anastasia smiled and shook her head. “You don’t, only I can. Its registered to me with a DNA lock, so only I can remove it.”
“What the fuck? Why?” Sally blurted out in anger.
“Well, it would spoil the fun if you could just take it off yourself. Ok, I will remove it for you now.”
With that, Anastasia leaned in close, close enough that Sally could smell her perfume. It was the same as that night they slept together. Just inhaling made her already soaking cunt throb. Ten Anastasia’s hand slipped beneath Sally’s waistband and she whimpered.
“What are you…”
“Hush, this is the only way to remove it.” she reassured Sally as her slender fingers cupped her crotch.
“My, you are quite wet honey. How many orgasms did you lose huh?”
Sally turned away, face beet red.
“You don’t have to tell me, I will see for myself soon enough.” With that, Anastasia gave Sally’s sopping slit a final caress before her fingers wrapped around the ring and it slid off her clit so easily. It was infuriating, how it came off like the moment Anastasia started pulling, she made it seem so simple. And yet Sally had been entrapped in this thing for nearly 24 hours. Desperate and drowning in arousal.
Anastasia held the damp ring up and read it. “6 huh, and you were already so eager to get it off. I must say I’m a little disappointed, I thought it would be more.”
“Shut up, you’ve had your fun. Now leave so I can finally have mine!”
But Anastasia wasn’t done. “Oh Sally, you have only seen half of what this ring can do. Watch…”
With that, Anastasia took the ring and reached down to her own crotch. She flipped up her skirt, pulled aside her already damp cotton panties and made a clear display of affixing the ring to her own clit right in front of Sally.
“Come on, I know we had sex but I really don’t need to see your…vagina…” Sally could barely say it, and she didn’t want to watch it either. She was still confused about her sexuality, and while being eaten out by a girl had been incredibly hot, she was wary of trying anything so sapphic herself. She still thought it was a bit gross…another woman’s intimate area.
Once it was affixed, Anastasia let her skirt fall back into place and gave a wry smile. “Don’t be such a prude, now comes the fun part!”
Anastasia’s finger pressed into her crotch through her skirt, hitting precisely where her clit, and the ring, were. In a moment Sally watched in shock as the woman’s expression shifted dramatically from a cool and calm expression to the wide eyes and slack jaw of someone who was in the throes of pleasure. She saw Anastasia’s hips writhe and heard explicit moans as she watched the woman cum right there, without any effort whatsoever. But it didn’t stop. Not there. It continued for longer than any orgasm should. For minutes and minutes. Anastasia flopped onto the couch, groaning and eyes rolling back in her skull as she was clearly swimming in sensations. Drowning in orgasmic bliss.
When it was finally over, Anastasia gave a deep and dreamy sigh and her lazy eyes gazed up at Sally as her lips curled once more into a triumphant smile.
“What the fuck was that?” Sally asked, unsure how to respond to such a lewd display.
“Well, you didn’t think I would let those orgasms go to waste did you? After you put in so much work rubbing your needy slit for me?” she cooed.
“You mean…you just had my orgasms? How the hell does that work?”
“Mmmm…I don’t want to get too technical, but lets just say that this ring can store pleasure and then release it later.”
“You bitch…I have been so frustrated…I…I can’t believe…”
“Shhh, I will make it up to you. I will make you cum. Just like last time. You want that don’t you? To feel my tongue on that tasty pussy of yours…Feel me eat your insides out?” her tongue traced her lips and danced around seductively.
Sally was split. She wanted to kick Anastasia out right now after that stunt. And yet, her crotch was soaking and the only thing she could think about was that tongue. That expert tongue. Lapping away at her. How good it felt…how good it would feel…
Without a word, Sally had already removed her pants and underwear. She crawled onto the couch besides Anastasia and raised her ass, presenting her drooling pussy for the still dreamy looking woman. Anastasia wasted no time in grabbing Sally’s hips firmly and pressing her face directly into her rear as she began to suck and slurp at the pretty pink hole.
Fantasy could never compare to reality. All Sally’s memories of how good it had felt to be eaten out were merely pale imitations. Now that she was here, feeling it in real time, the pleasure was beyond what she could imagine yesterday on the bed. She squirmed and moaned in no time, her pussy already aching so much. As she felt that tongue work its way through her every sensitive spot, her pleasure built and built and she knew she was about to cum once more.
Click
“What was that?” she asked as she felt a pinch around her clit.
But it was too late. Anastasia continued her assault, but just as Sally was ready to reach that plateau, it faded once more. In that familiar and despicable way that it had each time with the ring on. Urgently, Sally pulled away and looked to her crotch. There it was. Glaring back at her. Taunting her. The black ring clung around her clit and the display proudly presented its current count. 1.
“No! No get it off! I was…I just…No!” Sally begged deliriously. Another missed orgasm causing her to sink deeper into that state of horny desperation.
“Sally, I will take it off again. But not now. If you want it to come off, you have to do a few things for me…”
“No…no just take it off! Come on it has to come off…” she tried tugging at it once more, remembering how easily it had slipped off when Anastasia had tried earlier. “Ouch!” she cried as the pain hit her.
“It won’t come off like that. Only I can remove it, and if you want that to happen you need to listen and do exactly what I say.”
Sally was finally able to calm down and she slumped into the couch as she stared up at Anastasia like a deer in the headlights.
“What do I need to do?”
“I just have a couple of requirements. I will give you a week to get them done, if you manage it I will remove the ring for you.”
Sally sobbed. “A whole week…I can’t…”
“Oh but you will, if you ever want this ring to come off that is.”
Sally lowered her head and stared downwards in defeat. “Ok.” she mumbled.
“I hope your attitude will improve after a week. So, firstly I want you to get that counter on the ring to 100 orgasms.”
“100!” Sally gasped in shock. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, I am serious. And there’s more. Not only will you give me 100 of your orgasms, but whilst you are rubbing yourself I want you to Listen to these audio files.” Anastasia produced a USB stick from her pocket and handed it over.
“Audio files…What like music or something?” Sally studied the stick curiously.
“More like…instructions. To prove that you have listened to them, I want you to record yourself repeating what they say whilst you do. And don’t think you can cheat, the ring will be tracking every time you are masturbating so I will know how much audio to expect. Send your recordings the night before so I have time to check that they are legitimate.”
Sally’s head was spinning. This listening and repeating some audio nonsense just seemed weird, but 100 orgasms? 100 devastating, unsatisfying lost orgasms. Could she really do that? She felt so wet and achy after just 6…
“Well, you have what you need. I will be going now.”
With that, Anastasia took her leave. Sally was left there, in disbelief. Was she really going to cum 50 times without any reward? Just the promise of eventually being released from this torment? Could she even trust Anastasia? Well, even if not, she was the only person who could remove this infernal device which had siphoned away her orgasms. She had little choice but to play her twisted game. Or risk never cumming again. How much could 1 week hurt?
It was later that day, when she decided to get started that she began to find out just what she was in for. She connected her headphones to her computer and plugged in the USB so that she could listen to the files. Then she set up her phone to record. If she was going to do this, she had to follow Anastasia’s peculiar rules. There was no way she was going to be denied her freedom because she couldn’t listen to a few audio files.
But as she reached into her panties and slowly started stroking and heard the audio start, Sally began to question everything. They started with an odd, echoey noise. Something between a tune and some kind of interference. Whatever it was, it seemed to reverberate around inside her head. Next, she heard Anastasia’s voice, in a hushed and sultry tone it spoke.
“Okay Sally, I take it you have your fingers on your pussy right now? Good. While you rub yourself for me, you are going to repeat everything I say. Make sure you are recording for me, I want to hear every moment of your conditioning.”
It gave Sally the creeps. Not only did Anastasia want to siphon 50 of her orgasms from her, but she also wanted countless hours of weird fap material where Sally would say whatever she wanted. This was so disgusting and abusive. Yet Sally had no choice.
“I can’t cum.” the recording said.
“I…can’t cum…” Sally repeated, her fingers slowly working her soft flesh.
“I don’t want to cum.”
Sally frowned as she repeated. “I don’t want to cum.” It wasn’t true, she had just started and already all she could think about was how much she wanted to cum. Her pussy was already throbbing. She needed it.
“I don’t deserve to cum.”
“I…I…” Sally sighed and forced herself to say it. “I don’t deserve…to cum.” it was a humiliating thing to say. And now she had just recorded it. Though, she would be saying many more humiliating things over the course of this week, she feared.
“My pussy belongs to Anastasia.”
Fuck. Each phrase was going to be more audacious than the last wasn’t it? She hesitated for a moment but her trembling lips finally parroted the degrading phrase. “My pussy belongs to Anastasia.”
“My orgasms belong to Anastasia.”
She whimpered. Her fingers constantly pumping in and out of her pussy were growing faster. She could hear the sloppy sounds of her wetness, they would surely be caught on the recording. She blushed, she needed to keep repeating the phrases. No matter how bad they were. She would get through this.
“My orgasms belong to Anastasia.” she droned, between ragged breaths.
At this point her pussy was ready to boil over. She knew an orgasm was close, and her fingers dug in. Here it came. Here it came. There it went. Gone, without any release. Just like every other time. And now she was just wetter and needier. Weaker and more pathetic.
“Anastasia is my Mistress.”
That word. Of course. This whole thing was some domination play. Anastasia was one of those types. She enjoyed controlling and demeaning her partners. Being called ‘Mistress’ by a subservient little slave girl. Sally didn’t want to play along, but she knew all she could do was continue to obey and repeat as she fruitlessly fingered her aching cunt.
“Anastasia is my Mistress.” Sally said meekly.
“My pussy belongs to my Mistress.”
Of course. Now she would have to go through those last phrases with Anastasia replaced with Mistress. Just to double down on the humiliation. “My pussy belongs to my Mistress.”
“My orgasms belong to my Mistress.”
“My orgasms belong to my Mistress.” she repeated.
On it went. For hours. Every phrase as disgusting, debasing and embarrassing as the last. “I am a slave. I love to edge my achy cunt. I can never cum. My greedy cunt controls me. My Mistress controls my cunt. Anastasia is so beautiful. Mistress is so beautiful. Anastasia is so sexy. Mistress is so sexy. My cunt drools over Mistress. I must obey my Mistress. I must edge for my Mistress. I must never cum. I am too weak to cum. I am too eager to cum. I am too dumb to cum. I am too pathetic to cum. I am my Mistress’ pet. I am my Mistress’ toy. I rub my pussy for my Mistress. I obey. I cannot resist. I have no free will. I don’t even remember what cumming feels like.”
The phrases swirled and mingled inside Sally’s arousal soaked mind as she continued to repeat them. Even as countless orgasms approached and then slipped through her fingers. As the count went up on the ring. It was only when she heard her husband get home that she was snapped out of her trance-like state. She shook herself off and scolded herself for getting so lost in that state. She must have been like that for hours. She looked down and saw the number 11 on the ring and bit her lip. 9 orgasms. Part of her was surprised. She had never orgasmed 9 times in one day before. Of course, she hadn’t actually had a single one. And she knew she still had 91 more to go. This was going to be one hell of a week!
So it continued like that. As soon as her husband left for work she was masturbating with the audio files playing in her ears. She reached the end of the files and started to loop through the same phrases over and over. It became easier and easier as she did. That echoey tone seemed calming. Her mind was numb and slick with arousal. Her pussy was aching like never before. Every moment was torture. And yet she pressed on. Groaning and pleading to no-one as if it would change the fact that she simply could not cum. Watching that number tick up with every lost moment of bliss. All the while listening. Repeating.
She was terrified to notice that even when she went to bed, she could hear those phrases swirling inside her head. All those hazy hours were clearly affecting her. Anastasia and Mistress had already become synonymous in her head after two nights. By her third night she was muttering the phrases in her sleep. Dreaming that she was still rubbing. Still trying and failing to cum. Even in her dreams she couldn’t cum. Even in her dreams she was a slave to her mistress.
She had sex with her husband on the fourth night. He was pleasantly surprised to find her already soaking wet, and he asked about the ring.
“Oh its just something my Mist…uh…something I bought to make myself more sensitive. I was eager to try it out, that’s why I’m so excited down there…” she lied.
Her husband wasn’t going to question it and went ahead and pumped his cum into her pussy in a sweaty and sloppy session which only served to drive Sally even crazier.
“Was that good for you? You seemed to be enjoying it more than usual…” he noted.
“Yeah…yeah…” she groaned. Still unable to cum, even around her husband’s cock.
When the 6th day came she was up to 94 orgasms. She was actually close to doing it. And yet, she felt like her mind was no longer her own. Her thoughts were subdued and scrambled. Her normal life was crumbling and fading. All she could focus on was her Mistress’ insidious mantras and her own aching pussy. She needed to edge. She couldn’t cum. She could never cum. If she quit now, that would definitely be true.
That session was the most maddening. After almost a week of this torment, her mind was too susceptible. Her body was trained. She knew how to get herself to the edge quickly and how long it took before the next missed orgasm. She edged and enshrined her programming like a good girl for Mistress. Over and over.
When her husband finally came home, the count was 110. She had gone a whole ten orgasms over, that was how brainless and pathetic she was. How disheveled and dazed and weak she had become. She breathed a sigh of relief, though it was a hollow one. Her task was complete, and she went to work sending the final recording to Mistress to prove she had followed the rules. Yet she would not get the ring removed until tomorrow.
After another night of wet and explicit dreams about edging and degrading herself for her Mistress, the day finally came. When Anastasia walked through the door once more, Sally was dancing with her thighs clenched as if she needed to pee.
“Please. Please take it off!” she begged urgently.
“Please what?”
“Please…Mistress!”
Anastasia smiled and reached once more into Sally’s panties. With one fluid motion she pulled the ring off once more and looked at it. “111 huh? It was 110 when I checked my data last night” she commented.
“Yes Mistress, I couldn’t help myself.” Sally responded meekly.
Without hesitation, Sally reached down to her crotch and began to stroke her pussy and gyrate her hips like a mindless slut.
“What are you doing Sally?” Mistress asked.
“Um…I’m going to cum, Mistress.” she said, confused.
“Did I give you permission to cum?” Mistress asked, sternly.
“No…Mistress.”
“Who owns your orgasms?”
“You do Mistress.”
“Good. What are you?”
“Your slave, Mistress. Your pet. Your toy.”
“And do you deserve to cum, slave?”
“No…mistress. I don’t deserve to cum. I can never cum.” Sally knew that everything she had said was true. These thoughts were so embedded now in her brain that she believed every word of every degrading phrase.
“Good. So get on your knees and eat me out.” Anastasia orders, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs to reveal that she was not wearing any panties underneath her skirt this time. Her pussy was undeniably glistening and she was clearly horny.
“I…I’ve never…Mistress…I…”
“You will obey me.” Mistress said plainly.
“I will obey you.”
With that, Sally’s will crumbled and she sank to her knees. She leaned in close, smelling Mistress’ lovey perfume mixed with the new but obvious scent of her arousal. Of her dribbling pussy waiting for Sally’s service. She leaned forward, head now dizzier than ever. A concoction of heat and conditioning overtook her mind and turned her into an eager and hungry little cunt licking slave in no time. As she buried her face in Mistress’ pink slit and sucked the salty and slick flesh with utter devotion, Mistress reached down and stroked her head. After a while she saw Mistress slip the ring around her clit and turn it on.
Her juices flowed and her hips bucked like crazy as Mistress held Sally’s head in place. She humped Sally’s face, slathering her in her fluids and turning her into a sloppy and sopping mess. Over and over. It seemed to last for nearly an hour. An hour of pure bliss for Mistress as she experience over 100 orgasms. Meanwhile, Sally was gagging on her pussy as she herself ached and ebbed with a burning need which she knew she could not satisfy. It didn’t matter that the ring was not on her. She couldn’t cum. She could never cum. She didn’t want to cum.
When the dazed and dripping Sally was finally released, Mistress was twitching and groaning on the couch. It was clearly soaked. How on earth would Sally explain that? A spill? It didn’t really matter. She had just had her face fucked for an hour as she felt and even tasted her Mistress enjoy all of those orgasms which she had laboured over for a week. She was trembling and muttering about what a pathetic slave she was and how she could never cum when Mistress finally regained the strength to sit up and look at her slave.
“Whew. I won’t be walking home after that. Guess you will have to drive me. But before you do, one last thing.” Mistress removed the ring once more, handing it to Sally. “Put that back on. We will do this again next week.”
Sally took the ring and glanced at the number 0 on the display. She couldn’t resist her Mistress’ will. She slipped the ring back on her still aching cunt and looked up at her Mistress.
“Yes Mistress. I don’t want to cum.” she said as the ring clicked into place, guaranteeing that she would not cum. Not for another week. Or the next one after that. Or ever again.
It took a while but June had finally decided on her new roommate and was helping her move in to what was now officially their shared apartment. Callista immediately captured June’s attention when she applied for the spare room, there was something so beguiling and charming about her that June simply forgot all of the other people who contacted her. Callista seemed to be the obvious choice, June was happy to have her as a roommate and eagerly offered to help move her stuff in.
Once the last of Callista’s things had been carried into the building and unpacked she stretched out, sighing in relief. It had been quite a lot of work and it felt good to be finished, June thought. She rested on the sofa, inhaling deeply and slowly breathing out as she relaxed and let her tense muscles loosen up after her hard work hauling those hefty boxes up the stairs. It took a few moments for her to notice Callista had taken off her shirt and was removing her bra too.
“Um, what are you doing?” June asked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with another woman stripping right in front of her, despite how beautiful her body was….supple skin, curves which made her blush with jealousy…why was June staring at another woman’s body like that? It was just weird. She scalded herself for it mentally.
“Oh, just making myself more comfortable. Settling in to my new place. It’s so stifling being covered up all the time isn’t it?” Callista purred in a soft, enticing voice.
June wasn’t sure what to say to that. Just a second ago it had seemed so inappropriate that someone who she barely knew would be pulling off her bra right in front of her but all of a sudden it seemed to bother her less. Was it really a big deal? This was her apartment too now and it made sense that she should be able to relax and feel comfortable in her own place. Not to mention that bras are so stifling. The way they squeeze your breasts and the straps start to dig into your shoulders, especially after all that lifting of boxes earlier…June felt tempted to take hers off too.
It wasn’t weird was it? They were both women and there’s really nothing wrong with freeing your breasts in the privacy of your own living room. It’s not like June was a lesbian or anything so it shouldn’t be weird. She gazed at Callista, whose firm, round breasts were now completely exposed as her bra had been slid off and thrown to the ground. It was difficult to keep her eyes from drifting to her gorgeous pink nipples, standing erect like little pink bullets, they were so delicate but oddly transfixing.
“You should take your top off, June, you seem to be getting rather…hot with it on.” Callista suggested in her gentle yet irresistible tone that made June’s eyes lose their focus and her mind wander.
Callista was right. She was getting hot in this top. It would be nice to take it off. June began to slowly pull her top over her head and lazily dropped it to the ground, feeling her mind getting fuzzy and her motions sluggish and kind of robotic as she sunk into a deepening state of relaxation.
“Good girl. It feels freeing doesn’t it?” June nodded dimly, staring once again at Callista’s soft, entrancing breasts with her mouth hanging open slightly. “It would be even better if you didn’t have that restrictive bra covering your poor sensitive breasts, wouldn’t it?” June listened happily to Callista’s words with her mind now hazy and receptive and without even consciously understanding what she was told she nodded once again, feeling a strong compulsion to simply agree with her confident roommate’s suggestions.
June moved her arms up gradually and began absentmindedly fiddling with the straps of her bra. Something so simple and ingrained as removing her own bra should have been no issue to her but with her mind now sluggish and unable to process properly her unguided fingers became confused and useless.
“Let me help you with that.” Callista offered as she moved closer to June and her slender fingers glided past June’s, teasing her as they brushed against her own struggling digits, and swiftly undid her bra and helped her to slide it off with ease.
As her bra popped off and was dropped to the floor, June felt a rush of warmth and comfort as her breasts were freed and she felt the air on her tender nipples. Callista was pressed up behind her now, hands wandering forward to snake around her breasts until she was cupping them entirely, caressing her small, exposed nipples with the tips of her fingers as she leaned in until her lips were almost touching June’s ear and began to whisper.
“Feels so good doesn’t it? Tell me, have you ever wondered what it’s like to be intimate with another woman?” Callista whispered in a breathy voice, filling June’s ears with her hot breath until her earlobe was tingling with warmth.
June’s suppressed, bewildered mind found it difficult to reply. There was a strong compulsion once again to just moan and say yes but something inside her felt uneasy about it and she stuttered out a quiet “n-no.”
“So you’re only into guys, June?” Callista asked, a little surprised that her thoroughly entranced prey had been able to do anything other than moan out a sloppy, horny ‘yessss’.
June gazed forward with glassy eyes, mouth hanging wide open now and drooling as she enjoyed the sensation of Callista’s fingers stroking her rapidly erecting nipples and squeezing her fleshy breasts sensually. It took her a while to formulate her response.
“Yeah…I only…like…guyyyyyyssssss” she groaned out as she savoured Callista’s wonderful touch on her sensitive breasts sending tingling feelings shooting from her chest right through her body, down to her hips as she felt a familiar heat growing in her crotch.
“So you like to suck on their cocks right? You like to suck, June? I know you like to suck. Tell me, June. You like to suck and lick and have your mouth filled right?” Callista asked, unfazed by June’s feeble, ineffective attempt to resist her advances.
“Yeah…I like to suck and lick and uhhh…” June murmured as her thoughts slipped further back in her head and her breasts tingled and heaved more under Callista’s erotic assault.
“Good girl. So you won’t mind sucking on my fingers for me.” Callista said as she raised one hand up to June’s mouth and guided her fingers past her parted lips and slid them inside. “It’s just like sucking a man’s cock. It’s perfectly normal for a straight girl like you to enjoy this, don’t worry, just suck on them like you would a guy.” Callista ordered.
Confused but unable to argue, June let the feminine fingers push into her throat and began to moan around them as she wrapped her lips around them and sucked obediently. She started to roll her tongue along them and closed her eyes as she swallowed the length of her fingers and suckled on them eagerly.
“Good girl. Get them slick and ready. I can tell you’re enjoying this.” Callista whispered with a smile.
June was losing her mind as all she could do was obey and every word Callista spoke invaded her mind and replaced her own thoughts. She was becoming quickly aroused as she slurped on Callista’s fingers mindlessly until Callista slipped them out of her mouth, now dripping with saliva, and trailed them down June’s chest. She flicked her nipple with a wet digit before continuing downwards.
“I’m going to slip them in you now. If you’re still clinging on to that silly idea that you’re still straight you can just imagine it’s a nice dick. It doesn’t matter, you’ll be moaning and humping them soon no matter what. Won’t you June?” Callista teased as her slippery fingers were pushing down into June’s underwear and reaching towards her already slick pussy.
June’s couldn’t think, her only response was a needy moan as she felt the intense urge to feel those fingers slip into her and press onto her throbbing clit. She wasn’t sure anymore whether she was straight at all. It didn’t seem to matter as she couldn’t think of anything but obeying her beautiful and dominant roommate.
Callista ran her fingers along June’s lower lips in circles until she was whining and dripping, wordlessly begging for those fingers to finally penetrate her. Then as they slid inside she couldn’t help but clench around them and push her hips into Callista’s hand as she found herself desperately humping the woman’s hand for release.
“Do you like this June? It feels amazing doesn’t it? You know what will happen don’t you? You’re too far gone now, you’ll never be able to resist my commands. I’ll be your new mistress and you can be my horny, obedient slave. That sounds so perfect doesn’t it? You aren’t straight anymore either, you’re a needy lesbian who craves my pussy. You know it’s true, the way you’re humping my fingers and screaming it’s clear, you’re a dribbling, mindless slave to my pussy and you can’t even remember being straight. Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Ugh! Yesssssss! Yes mistresssssss!” Slave replied as she felt her pussy twitch and squirt around her wonderful mistress’ fingers as she was hit with an intense orgasm. An orgasm that blasted her mind over and over with waves of pleasure, hammering in her mistress’ words until her previous life as June became utterly insignificant. She was a slave now, a wet and needy lesbian slave.
She slumped into Callista’s arms, a sticky, sweaty tired mess. Still wriggling and moaning happily. “Good girl” Callista praised as she planned what to do first with her new slave.
“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Suzi? Isn’t this everything you ever wanted. Don’t you just love the way Anna teases your clit? Don’t you just adore how Haley sucks your beautiful breasts? I know you want to be one of us.” Tiffany whispered into the ear of the confused and dazed Suzanne as she struggled to survive the three pronged lesbian assault on her body.
“N-no I don’t want this…I’m not into girls…p-please stop…I’m straight!” She said through ragged breaths as her whole body seemed to be melting under their expert manipulation. Suzanne was flushed and quivering and unable to keep her head straight as her most intimate area was totally at the mercy of Anna’s wet pink tongue which was undeniably perfect for pleasuring her sensitive pussy.
“I like it when they fight. I want you to fight. You’ll taste so much sweeter that way. See how long you can stay straight, Suzi. See how long you can keep that adorable pussy of yours from squirting all over Anna’s face. She’s really good at making girls squirt…especially ‘straight’ girls…” Tiffany whispered with a feminine giggle before she gently nibbled on Suzanne’s ear and caressed her right breast eagerly.
“I won’t…mmm…I won’t become….I…I’m not gonna…s-stop that…uhhh” Suzanne’s words stuttered out between soft moans which were escaping form her mouth against her will. Her head was swimming and the unending stimulation of her breasts from the pair of skilled lesbian lovers wasn’t helping. It was very hard to argue when her body was burning with arousal and she had to stop her hands from wandering over their bodies in response.
“Lots of girls think they’re straight, but they always succumb. They all end up begging for more. Hooked on pussy. You want to be hooked on pussy don’t you? You can already feel the craving. You’re a slutty lesbian whore and you know it. Say it. Say ‘I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy’, Suzi” Tiffany teased as she ran her hand tenderly along Suzanne’s cheeks in a way that made Suzanne feel oddly relaxed and horny.
“Stop it. Ssssssss…..mmmm….stop doing this.” Suzanne said as she felt her resistance sapping away from her uncontrollably. Leaking out like her pussy juices as Anna’s cunnilingus corrupted her to the core. She was shivering and biting her lip and wriggling in a sweaty mess as she felt the inevitable build of an intense orgasm that was about to hit her. She could tell it would be more powerful than any orgasm she had ever had before. She didn’t know how she would stay strong and fight them if something like that hit her. Her whole body was humming with sexual desire, it was the kind of orgasm that would mess with her mind…maybe even turn her gay.
Tiffany’s lips locked with hers and despite trying to will herself to break away from the kiss, Suzanne instead found her tongue eagerly being offered up as they began a passionate sloppy kiss. Slurping sounds and moans were intermixed with greedy tongue sucking and the taste of Tiffany’s saliva invaded Suzanne’s mouth. She was strangely enjoying it. Her saliva was sweet and delicious, Suzanne couldn’t stop herself wanting more, and she certainly got more as they continued kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths desperately. If saliva was this good Suzanne couldn’t wait to sample her pussy juice…
Before she could scold herself for the thoughts that she knew weren’t what she would normally think, Suzanne’s head was blanked by the immense pleasure of orgasm washing over her. She twitched and writhed in delightful agony as Anna attacked her clit mercilessly and drew out the longest, most blissful orgasmic quakes which overtook her very being and overwrote Suzi’s mind with filthy, slutty, depraved desires and ideas.
When the spasming and twitching finally subsided Tiffany whispered once again in Suzi’s ear. “Say it now. Say 'I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy’. Beg me for a taste.”
Instantly the newly corrupted Suzi complied and moaned out with ragged breaths “I’m a lesbian slut and I love pussy! Please mistress Tiffany let Suzi lick your pussy please I need it I nnnnnnngg!”
With a sinister smile Tiffany pushed the still dizzied slut’s head down to her crotch and inhaled deeply as she began to lap away at her sticky, soaking pussy with such hunger and thought to herself, 'straight girls really are the best slaves’.
