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Becoming A Lesbian Sex Slave (Natasha Taylor)

Becoming A Lesbian Sex Slave by Natasha Taylor

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When Cassandra's business started to flounder, she hired Amber to get her business back on track. Unfortunately for her, Amber had other plans. The moment Amber set foot in office, she had her eyes set on Cassie and started the scheme of making Cassie her pet sex slave.

Little did Cassie know about the control, degradation and humiliation that was in store for her all the while providing her with exhilarating pleasure. It's a journey that will transform Cassandra from a strong willed, beautiful, successful businesswoman to a degraded, humiliated and hungry lesbian sex slave of the busty beauty, Amber.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 2 / 2019

No. words: 25277

Style: Erotic Domination - F/F, GLBT

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Chapter 1: A trivial beginning

I couldn't believe it had come to this...getting outside help. I had run this business for almost twenty years as the owner and main decision maker and we had been successful throughout our run. My small, but amazing staff ran like clockwork and I had not hired anyone new in over five years.
But since the recession hit, sales had plummeted and after many failed attempts of rebuilding my business I was desperate.
I own a bridal shop called White Wedding in downtown New York City and although a small shop in comparison to the massive corporate takeover of today's society, it had always been quite successful. I believed in creating an experience for my customers so I hired only amazing people and treated them exceptionally well. We sold everything needed for the bride and her party: wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses, veils, pantyhose and stockings (depending on the bride's preference), matching shoes, garters and so forth. Many of my customers were referrals from previous satisfied brides or family members. We had opportunities to grow over the years, but I liked the family setting and avoided becoming a big corporate non-feeling identity like so many others had become.
The domino effect that would change my life and my business started like I suppose it always does with a casual conversation and no hint of what was to come.
I was chatting with my hosiery supplier on the phone when I asked, "Who did your restructuring last year?" My exclusive hosiery supplier had their own financial issues and I recalled Ariel telling me they had hired some big shot restructuring guru to assess every aspect of their business.
Ariel replied her tone changing slightly, "Amber Anderson."
"Was she worth it?" I asked, thinking the name Amber Anderson sounded like a stripper at some sleazy strip-joint written all over it.
"Well, our profits have quadrupled and many celebrities are wearing our products now?" Ariel said.
"She got the celebrities?" I asked.
"She is a very powerful and cunning woman who does not take no for an answer," Ariel explained.
That seemed like exactly the type of person I needed to turn around the steady decline in my profit margins, which had hit below the breakeven point for the past eight straight quarters, even after I had made various changes to get out of the slow decline. "Is she available?" I asked, seeing the potential to turn this sinking ship around.
"I don't know, she left here a couple of months ago, but shows up every week or two. She was given ten percent of profits in the company as part of her contract," Ariel revealed.
"Isn't that a lot?" I asked, thinking that was a crazy amount.
"Well, I thought so at first, but based on our most recent numbers, I would say it was well worth it. We just had our best quarter in twenty years."
"Wow," she seems to be a miracle worker."
"That she is," Ariel replied, before adding, "But be warned she will drastically change how your store is run and she will want total control while she works with you."
"That seems pretty extreme," I said, hesitantly, having always been the soul decision maker.
"I suppose so, but she gets results," Ariel said.
"So you would recommend her," I asked.
"Wholeheartedly," Ariel said.
"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures," I joked and after getting the woman's contact information I hung up the phone.
Did I need a restructuring person? I didn't think so, but if she was available, it wouldn't hurt to at least hear what she had to say.
After contacting her, she sent me her references which were the most glowing references I had ever read. This woman had seemingly turned around several other financially troubled businesses in the past five years. But I have never put much stock in paper references and thus called each of her references, which, in a rarity in a still male dominated business world, were all women.
Each woman, they were all women ran business's I realized, raved about this miracle worker who not only stopped the steady decline in sales, but turned their businesses into such successes that each quarter since Amber's assistance had bested the quarter before. Although all three ladies praised her lavishly, I thought it odd that each referred to her as Ms. Amber and not Ms. Anderson which would have seemed like the logical way to address her.
Confident that the references checked out and desperate that if I didn't do something soon I would lose the store I had spent years building, I decided to make the call.
She was on a holiday in Europe, but agreed to fly back a couple of days early to meet with me on Friday.
Content with my decision, even though asking for help was not a trait I was usually comfortable with, I continued on with my day to day responsibilities.

Chapter 2. The Interview

It wasn't an auspicious start. This production guru was four hours late, with no phone call. I had given up on her arriving when Sophia, my secretary, came into my office, which she didn't usually do.
"Your 10 o'clock appointment is here, Cassandra," Sophia announced her tone hinting a warning. All my employees called me by my first name, I felt it built friendships and trust and an equal playing field between employer and employee.
I looked at my clock, I sighed, it was 2:12.
I was just about to tell Sophia to make her wait when a young, blonde haired, woman, in a checkered mini-skirt, a white blouse with two buttons opened that allowed her ample cleavage to be the center of attention, sauntered into my office unannounced.
She sat down on the chair across from me sitting her briefcase beside the chair and opened with, "So your little store is in trouble."
I was shocked by her abrupt opening and the fact that she didn't look to be older than twenty, not to mention referring to my store as little. Her hair in a ponytail made her look like a college freshman and not the elite restructuring guru I was expecting.
She sighed as if reading my mind. "I am twenty-five and my age is irrelevant. What is important is analyzing how you allowed your business to fade into potential oblivion."
"Excuse me?" I asked, insulted by her implication.
"That is why I am here is it not?" she asked, impatiently.
"Yes...no. You are here to help me rebrand my store after the economic downturn," I countered, shifting the blame away from me and to the market crash.
"Excuses, excuses," she responded with a roll of the eyes and a flippant wave of the hand. "The reality is your business is falling apart and I am here to fix it, yes or no?"
"Yes," I admitted, slightly rattled by being treated so disrespectfully, especially by such a younger woman.
"And you need me to fix it?" the smug young blonde asked, surprising me again by planting her five-inch black heels on my desk, her legs encased in black pantyhose.
I was flabbergasted by the gall of this young woman, but attempted to hide my growing anger. "Yes, I guess," I answered.
"You guess," she mocked. "Either you need me or you don't."
I hated to admit it, disliking this cocky bitch and her pretentious and condescending attitude, but I was desperate, so I swallowed my pride. "Yes, I need you."
"Good, and Ariel explained my terms?" she asked, blowing a bubble with the gum she so rudely had been chewing.
Part of me couldn't believe I was willing to give my store's fate and reputation over to this bitch, but again my fear of my store going bankrupt overruled my dislike for her. "Somewhat," I answered, wanting to be able to set my own terms.
"Well listen closely," she said, her tone implying she was speaking to a child, which pissed me off even more, "because these are non-negotiable."
"Ok," I replied, although I was very nervous over what I was saying ok too.
"Good, first I get ten percent of all profits, based on the assumption that your earnings improve under my leadership," she explained, standing up and walking behind me.
I'd read books on the power of leadership and knew exactly what she was up to...positional power. Yet, hearing the number of ten percent seemed awfully high. I said, looking up from my still seated position and having to crane my neck to make eye contact which I knew was important in what was clearly becoming a pissing match, "Ten percent is a bit steep from my perspective."
"Take it or leave it," she responded, her tone implying she really didn't care one way or another. "But keep in mind I only get paid if I am successful. If I fail and make your profits any worse than you already have, which is practically impossible, I don't get paid. Therefore your earnings will go up even while paying me my reasonable fee."
Although I hated her tone, hated her attitude and hated her implications that I was to blame, her explanation was tough to argue. All of a sudden, it was a win-win situation for her and me. If she was successful, my store would increase its profit margin even while paying her, much more than I pay my long-time employees, but would not hurt my bottom line. Alas, if she failed, I was back where I started from and I could enjoy tarnishing her name through my many powerful contacts. "Fair enough," I agreed, happy with my internal rationale.
"Good, you are smarter than I initially took you for," Amber said, her hand going to my shoulder.
It lingered there as I tried to understand the purpose of this move and tried not to snap at yet another insult thrown my way.
"Second, I have complete authority to make any changes I feel necessary to save this little store from the bankruptcy abyss it is currently spinning towards," she revealed, squeezing my tight shoulders.
Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? She was making herself temporary CEO, not that my store was big enough to have a CEO, a store I had created and built for the past nineteen years. Not over my dead body I thought.
As I fumed over this absurd second condition, the younger woman assessed, "You seem tense, maybe you need to get away for a week. I know just the place for you to go and relax while I save your business."
I stammered, "W-w-what?"
"Sophia get in here right now," she demanded her tone impatient as if Sophia should have known she was about to be beckoned.
Sophia rushed in concerned that something was wrong, not being accustomed to being called in such a manner.
"Pretty quick, Sophia, you may be worth keeping," Amber assessed, her version it seemed of flattery.
"Thank you, ma'am," Sophia responded, being polite like she always was with all guests to the store.
"You are welcome," Amber replied before asking, "could you please look up the number for Relaxation Sensation."
"Yes, ma'am," Sophia replied, while giving me a look of what the hell?
I just gave a slight nod that implied just do it, a very subtle facial expression I had used before, Sophia and I having our own facial language after all these years, which we both understood.
"And Sophia," Amber added, Sophia stopping at the door, "You will refer to me as Ms. Amber, is that understood?"
Sophia again looked my way, but Amber interrupted. "Sophia from now on I am in charge, so you need not look to Cassie."
"That would be Ms. Williams, or at the very least Cassandra," I shot back, hating both her pretentious attitude and people's willingness to shorten my name. If I wanted to be called Cassie I would say so, it is Cassandra.
"Whatever," she waved me off trivially, not even looking my way as she instructed MY secretary to do her biding. "Get me that number, now!"
Sophia replied, avoiding eye contact with me this time, "Yes, Ms. Amber."
"Good girl," she replied, as if my secretary was a dog.
I was furious and had decided that she wasn't worth it when she turned to me a smile on her face for the first time as she addressed me by my shortened first name. "You see, Cassie, the key to success has three pieces."
"Oh this I am dying to hear," I quipped, sarcastically.
"You really are a stubborn mule aren't you, that should make this way more fun," she said, her words clearly full of intent I couldn't fathom.
"Please, speak to me with respect," I replied, attempting to sound tough, although the power shift lost some in the please translation.
"I am," she said, seemingly surprised by my accusation.
"It doesn't feel that way," I answered.
"Sorry," she began her tone suddenly sounding sincere. "I can come off as brash, aggressive and well, let's be honest here among friends, an utter bitch. I was called the ice bitch throughout high school, which I graduated at sixteen and even worse in college which I graduated at twenty, with full honors. The reality is I don't lose...ever...and if that is perceived as me being a bitch, so be it."
Suddenly I felt bad. She had been judged solely on the basis she is a very smart woman and extremely attractive. "I see your point. I too had been judged harshly because of my dedication to this store over having a man in my life." I realized I was getting too personal something I did a good job of usually avoiding.
Her next words shocked me.
"Are you a dyke?" Amber asked, her social filter clearly not on.


Well-written short story of the domination and humiliation of a middle-aged businesswoman by a younger woman. Good at depicting emotional and verbal as well as physical, sexual aspects. I'd love to see a sequel. 5 out of 5 (Vanessa)

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Natasha Taylor is a prolific erotica author living in America. She loves Stanley Kubrick and Roman Polanski movies and tries to incorporate their dark erotic style in her writings.


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