My Interview with a lesbian & how she became a slave 7 of 10

My Interview with a lesbian & how she became a slave 7 of 10


I countered, "I think I have done quite well without flaunting my body."

"Have you?" she asked, last I checked you were near bankruptcy."

"Well, the market killed me," I again defended.

"Excuses, excuses," she waved her hand. "Excuses are for losers."

"Are you calling me a loser?" I asked, anger beginning to simmer.

"I didn't say that," she said softly, before adding, "but you did."

"I will not have you insult me in my office," I said, my anger continued to bubble.

She shrugged, looking at her watch, "Actually the rest of my leadership lesson will have to wait. I am heading out in a few minutes for the weekend to Paris. We will meet Monday morning at 9:00 to discuss my plan for our business," she answered.

"But I..." I started.

"And I have put Nicole in charge while I am gone," Amber said, standing up.

"Nicole?" I repeated.

"Yes, I have worked with her before in business transformations and she knows exactly what I expect," Amber said, lifting her foot up.

I watched in stunned awe as Sophia put Amber's leather boot on for her left foot. "I think I can run the store while you are gone," I said.

"You are welcome to work downstairs, we could use another salesperson we are swamped. But Nicole will be in charge," Amber said.

"But..." I began, as Amber switched feet and Sophia put the other boot on.

"Cassie my dear, trust me. You have put your business in very capable hands. Let me do what I do," she said.

I sighed, realizing I had given her a job to do and although I didn't like her style or blunt personality, the results so far were impossible to ignore. "Ok, but I want to see your whole plan Monday morning," I said, firmly.

Once her boots were on, she smiled and said, "Of course, Cassie."

Sophia stood up and followed Amber silently to the door. Amber stopped, turned and said, "Cassie, we will start YOUR training on Monday."

Before I had time to process her odd statement she was gone and Sophia followed her out. A minute later, I was still standing in my office trying to understand what had just occurred when a young red haired woman walked into my office.

She walked up to me and introduced herself, "Hi, I am Nicole Mc Cafferty.

"I'm Cassandra Williams," I smiled, breaking out of my trance like confusion.

"It is nice to meet you," she smiled, so warm and charming, unlike Amber.

"You as well," I returned.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Nicole moved to my desk and said, "Could you please get that Ms. Williams?"

I assumed Sophia would get it, but when it kept ringing, I moved to my desk and answered it. While I was talking to a customer about directions to our store, Nicole was on my computer.

Once off, I asked, "So how do you know Amber?"

"Sorority sisters," Nicole answered.

"I was never in a sorority," I said, one of my regrets.

"It was a pretty crazy time," Nicole smiled, as if reminiscing.

"I imagine so," I replied, feeling like I was making a connection with Nicole the way I usually do when I meet someone new.

We chatted for the next few minutes about trivial things such as the weather and how my flight had gone. Before she revealed how Amber had gotten Taylor Wilson as a customer through her sorority alumni connections and that all the new hires downstairs were hired on temporary contracts and worked on commission based pay. It was something I had never believed in, commission, instead treating employees like family instead of dollar signs, but when Nicole showed me the sales report for the week I was gone I almost shit myself. The numbers were twenty times what I had made last month and Nicole suggested the numbers were deceivingly low as most of the sales hadn't really started until Tuesday.

As much as I disliked Amber's people skills, I had to admit she had made the impossible, possible in one week.

Nicole suggested, "I hate to be so forward, I understand this is your store and all, but the girls downstairs are swamped, could you go on the floor and help?"

"Sure," I replied, actually liking being on the floor with the customers. I started to leave, but finally remembered to ask where Camree and Tilley were, as they should have been working at this moment. "Where are Camree and Tilley?"
Nicole looked at me apologetically, "Amber let them go."

"What?" I gasped.

"She said they didn't fit into the new White Wedding image," Nicole explained.

"Why, because they aren't a size zero" I said, suddenly angry again.

Nicole stood up and walked towards me, "I am not saying Amber's decisions are always fair, but they are always successful. Plus, both were given very good severance packages."

"I could be sued for wrongful dismissal," I said.

"Amber made sure they signed non-disclosure agreements before they received their severance packages," Nicole said, putting her hand on my arm.

Strangely, her touch sent a spark inside me. Nicole was easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in person and my week of self-discovery had made me reconsider my sexuality. I stammered, "W-w-well, I will talk to Amber about this on Monday."

Nicole squeezed my arm gently, "You are welcome to do as you wish, but I suggest you let Amber do what Amber does."

"I don't know," I sighed.

"Well think about it," Nicole said, returning to my desk. "But the girls downstairs could really use another body."

I left my office and noticed that Sophia was not there which was odd. Did she go with Amber? That seemed unlikely, but the more I learned about Amber the more the unlikely seemed likely. The next three hours flew by as I assisted customers, met my three new employees I didn't hire (each seemingly very nice) and watched my merchandise fly off the racks.

Exhausted, I went home and texted Sophia.

Where are u?

The reply came three hours later while I was in the bath tub right before bed. Getting out, I gasped when I saw the answer.

In Paris with Ms. Amber

I instantly texted back.

What? Why?

I got in my pajamas and flipped on the television waiting for a reply.

Amber wanted me to come with her as her personal assistant as she met with fashion designers this weekend.

I couldn't believe what I read. Was I paying for this sojourn to Paris for the weekend?

What? What about Jack and the kids?

She responded almost immediately.

The kids are with Mom and Jack is thrilled to have the house to himself for a weekend. Sorry, the taxi has arrived I have to go.

Deciding I had no control over the situation and it seemed Sophia had decided to go with Amber on her own cognition. Although I was worried about her, Amber seemed to be manipulating her; I pretended to support her decision.

Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

She didn't respond back.

That night, even though back in my own bed, I had another wet dream.

Amber's legs were wide open and propped on my desk and I was under the desk between her legs licking her pussy; then I was licking Nicole's pussy; back and forth like a yo-yo as I pleased them both, a collar around my neck with an attached leash being held by Amber.

Amber explained, speaking as if I wasn't there, "You see Nicole, women like Cassie here are all the same. They think they are feminists, they think they are in control, and they don't even realize what they are missing out on until someone like me puts them in their place."

"Which is?" Nicole asked.

"On their knees eating cunt, of course," Amber laughed, "Isn't that right, Cassie?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, while I continued licking Nicole's pussy.

"What are you, Cassie?" Amber questioned, testing me.

"A slut, your slut, Mistress," I answered without hesitation.

"And what do slut's do?" Amber added.

"Obey," I answered.

Waking up, I kept repeating the word obey over and over again. My panties were drenched as I tried to understand my mental obsession with Amber, a woman I detested. Yet, there was something about her that had drawn my subconscious into a new world, one that I couldn't quite get my head around yet.

The rest of the weekend flew by as I went to work on Saturday and worked on the floor all day and actually had a night where I didn't have a wet dream. Sunday I went in and tried to go through the weekly receipts, only to find they were all gone. I texted Sophia to have her ask Amber where the receipts were.

She replied:

Ms. Amber told me to tell you that Nicole is in charge of the store in her absence.

Amber on Monday, So I enjoyed a leisurely Sunday as I prepared for Monday's meeting...a conversation I played in my mind again and again.

I went to bed thinking of Amber and what was sure to be another power struggle and not surprisingly I had another frustrating wet dream.

This time it was me massaging Amber's stocking-clad feet.

"You look good on your knees, Cassie," Amber complimented.

"Thank you," I replied, her comment meant to humiliate, yet somehow making me proud.

"You want to fuck yourself with my foot, don't you, slut?" Amber asked, moving her stocking-clad foot to my face.

"What?" I asked, not sure I heard the question.

"You want to get off on my foot, say it, Cassie," Amber ordered.

The thought had not even remotely popped into my head, yet now that it was there, the idea was all I could think of. "Yes, Mistress," I admitted.

"Straddle my foot, slut," Amber offered, moving her foot straight up, her nylon toes standing up.

Embarrassed, but horny, I awkwardly straddled her leg and foot and hesitated not sure what to do.

Well go fuck your self, dummy," Amber said, condescendingly.

I lowered my pussy directly onto her foot, the scene absurd, and used her toes as tiny cocks. I began to slowly buck back and forth, my wet pussy, opening up wanting more.

"Shit, your cunt is soaked, slut. You love being a little submissive slave, don't you," Amber smirked.

"Yes, Mistress, I love being your whooooore," I moaned, as more of her toes slipped between my pussy lips.

"Get all my foot in," she demanded.

"Yeeeees, Mistress," I whimpered, wiggling back and forth like a slutty porn star as all five toes disappeared inside me.

Now ride my foot cock she ordered, the smirk on her face one of utter amusement at just how desperate I was to obey, to come.

"Fuuuuuuck," I moaned, as I began to fuck myself with her foot. It was utterly humiliating and doubly satisfying.

A couple of minutes of fucking myself, Amber finally demanded, "Come my pet, my whore, my slave, my pussy pleaser, my slut."

Each derogatory name triggered a sensational pulsation of pleasure in my body and my orgasm exploded through me.

I woke up sweating and my pussy again leaking from a very vivid wet dream. What the hell? What was happening to me? Why was I continually having such stupid, yet authentic feeling dreams? I concluded whether it was good for business or not, Amber had to go.

I arrived early for my so-called meeting with Amber. I wasn't the least bit shocked that neither her or Sophia were there around 9:30 I texted Sophia.

Where are you?

I got no answer and sighed as I continued waiting. Nicole showed up around ten and I asked, my tone clearly annoyed, "Do you know where Amber is?"

"No, but Amber lives on Amber time," Nicole shrugged, as if Amber usually did this.

"Well, I can't have such unreliability at my store," I said frustrated. "Plus, where is Sophia. She has never, just not showed up before."

"I imagine she is still with Amber," Nicole said.

"None of this makes sense," I said, flabbergasted.

"I agree. Amber has an unorthodox style. But she has never failed...at anything," Nicole explained, before adding, her tone unreadable, "She always gets what she wants."

"No one always gets what they want," I replied, the statement rather extreme.

"Well," Nicole chuckled, "There is an exception to every rule and Amber is definitely the exception to the rules."

Nicole's phone buzzed and she answered it. "Oh hi, Amber how was Paris...Two o'clock...Ok, I will send her out...I imagine so...Sunday was pretty busy as well...ok, see you this afternoon...bye." Once off the phone, "They missed their flight last night and are on their way back as we speak."

"Figures," I said, again wondering if I was paying for this trip.

"She also asked me to send you on an errand," Nicole added.

"I am not her assistant," I said, coldly.

"She wants you to deliver the dress to Ms. Wilson," Nicole explained.

"Oh," I replied, suddenly no longer defensive. Amber was sending me to meet the celebrity who had obviously had a big part in White Wedding's overnight resurrection. "Well, I guess I can do that."

Nicole gave me the dress and the address and I headed to the hotel she was staying at, just a few blocks away. As I made the brief walk, in my five-inch heels which I had finally got used to, I pondered that maybe Amber was not so bad. She could have sent Nicole to do this, or did it herself when she returned, but sending me clearly made a statement that she still understood it was my store.

I had to pass security to get up to the penthouse and then had to wait over three hours before I was allowed up. Hungry and crabby, not a good mix, I headed up the elevator to meet one of the most famous women in the world. I was surprised when Ms. Wilson answered the door herself in a robe. "Excellent, I have been expecting you," she smiled.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wilson," I said.

"I am sure it is," she replied, as she said, "Follow me."

I followed her into the penthouse suite which was nice, but much to my chagrin not as impressive as my suite at Relaxation Sensation.

We were in the bedroom when she took off her robe, now in only white panties and bra and said, "Grab the stockings from the bed."

"Um, ok," I said, laying the dress on the bed as I picked up the white stockings.

Sitting on a chair, she ordered, as if I was her servant, "Put my stockings on."

"Pardon" I asked, completely taken aback by her expectations.

"I don't have all day," she sighed.

Mortified by being treated like a servant, yet not wanting to upset my star client, I walked to her, dropped to my knees and slowly rolled the first stocking up her leg. I couldn't believe what I was doing, nor could I believe that my mind stared at her panty covered pussy as I finished putting the first stocking on.

Noticing I was staring, Ms. Wilson laughed, "Hungry are we?"

W-w-what, No, I was just distracted by your beauty," I admitted, which was true but hopefully hid my brief naughty thought.

"Sure, sure," she waved, clearly not buying my reply. I put the other stocking on her before standing up. "The dress," she said.

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