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My Interview with a lesbian & how she became a slave 6 of 10

My Interview with a lesbian & how she became a slave 6 of 10


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, strutting 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.

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.

Sophia answered.

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.

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