With Strings Attached Ch. 24

A deep groan escaped my lips as the corset dug into my stomach as I leaned forward to exit my car. Straightening up, I breathe a sigh of relief as the corset returned to its natural shape.

Rubbing my hands over my sides I reach gown to grasp the hem of the skirt and wiggle to pull it back over my ass. Nicole loved to dress me in revealing outfits and my current ensemble was no exception. Tonight, for my date with Lisa, I was costumed as a dominatrix. A strapless red leather corset encased my torso like a piece of leather armor. The figure hugging black leather skirt, with a tendency to slide up my hips, did more to show off my legs then protect my modesty. And the knee-high black leather boots highlighted my legs more than cover them.

Bending at the knees, to keep the corset from pinching my waist again I feel the leather skirt tighten against my ass as I reach into the car for my duffle bag. Straightening up I once again have to pull at the hem before turning towards Lisa's apartment.

As I walk I could not help but ponder my situation. Here I was a heterosexual female being ordered by her mistress to dom another straight woman. This whole ordeal started a few months back when Susan tricked me into being the date for her cousin Nicole. By the end of the night, Susan had blackmailed me into a submissive relationship. Now everyone thought I was a lesbian and my only hope was to make it the end of summer when Nicole and I would go to separate colleges and I could start rebuilding my life.

But even after I escaped I would not be completely free. This persona I've been forced to live was very different from the real me, or at least the me I used to be; a shy introverted heterosexual. Just a normal unassuming schoolgirl who had never kissed a boy. Now I lived the life of some kinky lesbian with a tattoo over my crotch and ass proclaiming me a lesbian sex slave. I'm even being used to seduce other heterosexual women to become lesbians, which is how I got into this present situation.

It started when Susan ordered me to seduce Annette to fulfill Nicole's desire for me to have a sexual relationship with a woman older than my mother. A 45-year-old widow, Annette could not bring herself to cheat on her deceased husband's memory with another man but her repressed sex drive was open to having a relationship with a woman. A loophole I was able to exploit to start a cougar/cub relationship. It was when Annette took me to her office for 'bring your daughter to work day' that I met Lisa, her secretary.

Since I started 'dating' Nicole I had to assess the attributes of every woman I met and while I had always admired beautiful women I now found myself looking a little more appreciatively. Due to my own small breasts and lack of curves my conditioning towards women morphed my envy into an attraction to breasts and plump asses. Thus, when Annette introduced me to Lisa, I could not pull my eyes away from the swell of her chest. Caught looking, Annette made the assumption that I was attracted to Lisa and because our age difference and open relationship Annette decided to play matchmaker. While Lisa and I were talking she noticed the rope marks on my wrists from when Nicole tied me up. Having told her earlier that I was not in a relationship Lisa concluded that I must have tied myself up and admitted she also practiced self bondage due to the lack of a partner and expressed her desire for a playmate even if it was a female one.

When Nicole saw Lisa's texts she directed me to fulfill Lisa's desires, an order Susan delighted to twist in her own perverted way. Susan, pretending to be me, convinced Lisa to secure herself to her bed for our first date. She then directed me to tease Lisa, making her orally pleasure me, and agree to allow me to convert her to lesbianism. Before releasing her, Susan directed me to embed a remote controlled vibrator in her vagina and secure her in a chastity belt; effectively putting her under my control 24/7. Nicole even had me place cameras in Lisa's living room and bedroom so 'I' could monitor her compliance.

It had been two weeks since I imprisoned her sex. 14 days of being tormented remotely by Nicole and Susan in my name. Now I was heading to Lisa's apartment to implement Nicole's newest plan; to have me bring Annette and Lisa together. Lisa would become Annette's Girl Friday in the office and her pet pussy at home.

When someone is desperate, it's easy to train them to do something they normally wouldn't. Then it's just a matter of conditioning them to associate a desired action with receiving the release they crave. I would continue to train Lisa to accept performing oral sex on women as part of her bondage fetish, condition her to accept women as lovers or one specific woman, Annette. Meanwhile, I would morph Annette's love of cosplay into a more dom/sub theme. The first step now required me to clean Annette's home dressed in one of my many maid outfits and orally pleasure her. I would also encourage more dominant behavior by Annette. Making her to crave having a woman orally pleasure her but not requiring her to reciprocate. Getting her used to the dominant role and keeping another woman in bondage. In effect, I was to make Annette a pillow princess with her pet kitty Lisa kneeling between her legs.

Having the key to Lisa's apartment I quickly enter, relieved to escape potential exposure. Focusing my eyes I come face to face with a surprised Lisa. After I trapped her in chastity Susan had ordered me give Lisa certain laws she was required to follow.

Like myself the threat of being spotted on camera not following the rules made Lisa follow them religiously. She made sure she was dressed sexy at all times. Hair and make-up done up as if she was planning to meet her lover at any moment and always wearing some symbol of a cat. Viewing the cameras I knew she was cleaning her apartment dressed per my rules, but I was still taken aback by the image.

After tormenting her for weeks, Lisa was desperate and obeyed my commands in hope of release. Release I had promised for tomorrow if I determined she was behaving correctly. Not knowing when to expect me she was cleaning to be prepared for an early morning visit. The body lace of the little black dress clung to her chest, highlighting her cleavage while the skirt hung loosely over her hips leaving the tops of her black stockings exposed. The dress had been re appropriated to match my kinky demands. Paired with a white waist apron her elegant evening wear was turned into a sexy maids uniform. Complete with a cat embroidered on the corner of the apron, a headband with cat ears and of course her black leather collar with a little cat ornament. And even though she expected to remain at home alone her hair and makeup were done for an evening out, all at my request.

"Alice," stuttered Lisa. "Wow!. You look, wow."

As we appraised each other our appearances clearly defined our relationship, yet mine was not my own. Being Nicole's puppet she was in constant control of my strings, directing my movements. Lisa and Annette would never know of Nicole, but she very much directed their lives.

The shock from my arrival slowly disappeared from Lisa's face, replaced by a flirtatious smile as she realized we were about to play. "I didn't expect you until tomorrow," purred Lisa, and she straightened up pushing her chest out.

"I said you were not going to cum until tomorrow," I replied dropping the bag to the floor, and knowing that Nicole and Susan were watching the camera, strutted closer to my prey. "I did not say anything about then I would come."

Lisa stood at attention and her eyes stayed focused on the leather collar around my neck and the small key hanging from it. As I approached I reached out to cup her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips as she pushed her chest into my hands. Her breasts felt so sensual and I started to become aroused as I now associated the soft curves of a woman with sex. I knew Nicole's conditioning had changed me and the longer I went down this sapphic path the more entrenched these changes became. Evolving from acquiescence to willingness to inclination to preference to desire to lust to love. How far was I on this scale, when would I reach the tipping point where these feelings would be permanent or did I already pass it. Would I ever want to change back from something I had been conditioned to love.

"You like this don't you?" I whispered as I continued to grope her chest. "You like being under the control of another woman. It makes you wet knowing that I, a woman own your most intimate of places."

"Oh yes," gasped Lisa as I pulled her in for a kiss. My hands moving to grasp her neck and wrap around her waist forcing our bodies together. In complete control I slide my hand down her back. A muffled moan escaped her lips as my fingers made contact with the metal band of the chastity belt.

"So has my pet pussy been behaving?" I ask as my fingers sliding along the metal.

"Yes Alice," whimpered Lisa in response.

"Have you been thinking about me?" I playfully inquire.

"Your all I can think about," responded Lisa rubbing the front shield on my thigh. "Your the last thing I think about when I go to sleep and the first when I wake up. You have even taken over my dreams. Very, very erotic dreams."

"So you haven't thought of boys?" I ask.

"No," replied Lisa. "Your the only person I can think about now. You've captured my full attention and are the only person I want to satisfy me."

"I am the only person who can satisfy you," I stated as I gave a tug on the belt imprisoning her sex as I sealed her lips with a long passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss we both breathe deeply. Even though Lisa and I were straight we were aroused by our actions. Lisa, or my pet pussy, was willing to sexually surrender to me. A small amount of metal and a simple lock had effectively made her my possession. But our lust was not our own. Nicole was the true driver, the woman who owned me and by proxy Lisa. Even though my brain still loathed the idea of having sex with women, Nicole had made the thought of having sex with a woman arousing and kissing Lisa sent a shiver through my body. It was this understanding that I had to obey Nicole's commands that guided me as I let my hand slide over the hem of her dress. Lisa closed her eyes and let out another moan as my hand made its journey up her smooth thigh lifting the hem. Her breath turned ragged as I came into contact with the metal bands of the chastity belt. Lisa's eyes snapped open as I abruptly pulled away, looking at me nervously.

"Come my pussy," I commanded, "it's time for you to earn your release."

Taking her hand I lead Lisa towards the bedroom. Positioning her at the foot of the bed I slowly began circling her. Lisa remained frozen at attention, face locked forward breasts push out. Her breathing heavy, like a colt ready to bolt. I stopped behind her and untied the knot of her little white apron transforming her sexy maid uniform back into a sensual evening dress.

Pressing my chest into her back I run my hands over her hips along the metal bands of the belt and around her torso coming to rest on her impressive breasts, her nipples pressing against the fabric trying to force their way through. Returning my hands to her back I grasp the zipper, pulling it down revealing her back to me. Reaching her ass I slide my hands up her exposed skin pushing the cloth apart and off of her shoulders, letting the dress drop to her feet.

Turning her around I stare at her breasts mere inches from my face. The black lace push up bra a stark contrast to her pale white orbs. Unconsciously my hands return to her luscious mounds, groping her soft flesh as she reaches behind her back releasing the clasp of her bra causing her breasts to spring free giggling a little before settling into a natural position. Lisa playfully twisted her body making her breasts sway back and forth. My eyes focused on their movement like some hypnotists charm. It was now my turn to moan.

Pushing her to the bed I make her sit as I kneel between her spread legs and slide my hands over her thigh feeling her soft skin inches away from the metal band imprisoning her sex. The cable for the vibrator sticking out the side. Reaching up I pull one stocking off then the other, making her as naked as she could make herself.

"Get into position," I breathe as I return to my feet.

Lisa moved to the center of the bed and stretched out her arms and legs in preparation for the next step. The simple auto release restraints that were once attached to the corners of her bed now replaced with steel locking cuffs. With a final ratchet Lisa is secured.

She looked so helpless and needy locked up and under my control. So willing to surrender her freedom to me in exchange for releasing her sex. Lisa, my pet pussy, was now my pleasure slave. A cute pet whose only purpose was to look pretty and provide sexual pleasure her mistress.

Without saying a word, I get up and strut across the room. Reaching my bag I bend at the waist to present my leather covered ass even though I knew the corset would resist. Returning to the bed I reveal a sleep mask with the image of cat eyes. Lisa watched me wide-eyed as I placed the mask over her face removing her vision.

Highly aroused and breathing heavily I could see Lisa's naked breasts moving up and down. With her sight removed I was able to stare at her body unashamed. Her nipples looking like two cherries atop luscious mounds. Lowering my eyes to the stainless steel bands running over her skin imprisoning her sex I catch myself licking my lips and rubbing my hand over my stomach just before it slid down. Looking up I could see Lisa laying perfectly still craving my touch. A slight whimper escaping her lips as I pull at the hair trapped under the mask.

"Does my pussy want to cum," I purred as my hand caressed the side of her face like one would do with a pet cat.

"Yes," answered Lisa the desperation evident in her voice.

"You want another woman to make you cum," I inquire as I gaze over Lisa's naked body.

"Yes, I want another woman to make me cum!" Lisa proclaimed, her desire clearly in control.

Having a dancers body I couldn't help but be drawn to Lisa's. It being so different from my own. Her breasts stood up from her chest like large soft mounds of creamy white skin. Her waist flowing into the curve of her hips. She reminded me so much of Vicky, the well-endowed hooters waitress. Even though I was, am, a heterosexual I was infatuated by her breasts and ass. The fact that my infatuation turned into sexual attraction was an outcome of that. When Vicky and I stopped seeing each other I was more saddened than relieved as I would no longer have access to her body. But now I had Lisa's curves.

Reaching out I gently run my fingers over her collar bone before the draw became too much and my hand moved down sliding through the valley between her breasts. Lisa's whimpers masking my own soft moan as my hand reacquainted itself with her firm mounds. Spherical in shape they sat atop her chest like two halves of a soccer ball. Far larger than my own, I ran my hand over their smooth curves brushing over her areolas and her hardened nipples. For all intents and purposes I controlled Lisa's sex so in effect her lovely breasts were mine to explore.

Knowing Lisa was completely under my control, I let my fingers move over her stomach studying her body before tracing the upper edge of the metal belt and then down to her leg. Her thighs felt soft but firm, and I was surprised how much caressing them turned me on. Nicole's actions had been very effective at manipulating my arousal. Training I was now using on Lisa's body. My mind felt a bit of betrayal as I still followed Nicole's commands. Like I truly had become her puppet with her pulling my wires from afar as I corrupted another innocent heterosexual for her enjoyment.

This conclusion became my justification as I focused on my ordered task. Leaning up I slide my hand along her hip causing a lustful sigh from Lisa. "How far are you willing to go?" I asked in a low voice, "Would you be willing to let me sit on your face as you eat me out?"

"Yes," responded Lisa squirming in her bindings.

"It will also no longer be a one for one," I continue my hand moving back to her breasts. "No tit-for-tat. Are you willing to eat your key holder out just to please her without a release of your own?"

Lisa let out a whimper her breathing was hard and fast. "Yes," she replied.

Moving up, I let my hair brush against her chest as I placed my face above hers, my breath signaling the approaching kiss. "Good kitty," I state just before our lips make contact. Lisa remained passive as I kissed her forcing my tongue deep into her mouth.

As our kiss became more passionate my mind couldn't help but be reminded of how immoral this was. Here we were, two heterosexual women making out in what could only be described as highly erotic. Both hesitant but made to give in to the manipulation of our primal urges in lesbian fashion succumbing to our desires and accepting the scenario. It was kind of surreal, neither of us were lesbian, and yet we were participating in very kinky lesbian play. Both being driven by elements beyond our control. I was a puppet to my mistress and Lisa was fast becoming my pet. Like me, her body was being tamed, domesticated and trained to accept and crave the sexual touch of another woman.

Moving my hand along her waist I slid it over her hip and press against the metal plate covering her sex. Moaning into my mouth, Lisa pulled on her restraints and arched her back as if she tried to force my hand through the barrier. Straightening up I lift my hands to the leather collar around my neck releasing the small key that hung like some trinket. Lisa remained perfectly still as I maneuvered to release her sex from its prison. With a click the straps of the belt popped free and I worked the metal contraption from her hips. The smell of Lisa's arousal filled the room and her pussy glistened from her secretions covering the pubic hair that grew over the past two weeks.

"Looks like my pussy is ready to play," I purred as I brush my fingers through her stubbly hairs.

"Yes," moaned Lisa as she wiggled her hips to my touch. "Please!"

"Patience my little kitty," I respond. First my pet pussy needs some grooming" With that I reach into the bag for a razor and shaving cream.

Lisa let out a hiss as I started to pull the vibrator from where it had been trapped for the last two weeks. A slurping sound accompanying its removal as I pulled it from her body allowing her juices to pore from between her lips.

Mixing the shaving cream with Lisa's own juices I lather up her groin. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret," I state nervously. "Ms. Belle is not really my aunt."

"She's not," Lisa inquired as she tried to focus on what I was saying.

"No," I reply. "She's actually my lover."

"You're having sex with Annette!" Lisa shouted as the impact of my statement overloaded her lust. "Was she the one who tied you up?"

"Yes," I respond. Knowing that Lisa believing that Annette was a dom would help me reset their relationship. I place a finger against her swollen labia to hold it in place as I position the razor against her groin causing Lisa to become motionless. "And you shall refer to her as Ms. Belle from now on."

"She knows we are seeing each other," Lisa babbled.

"That's Ms. Belle," I correct, "and yes she is okay with it. In fact, she told me to seduce you."

"Ms. Belle wanted you to have sex with me" asked Lisa, switching to Annette's formal name.

"Yes," I confirm. "She, like me, always thought you had a great ass. Why do you think she ordered you a special chair that placed your butt on display."