Chapter 25: Sectional Warping

Alexis squeezed Elizabeth’s hand as she held up the keycard for her hotel room. “It’ll just be a moment… Thank you for being so patient with me during your shift, Elizabeth. I can feel just how eager you’ve been to find out what’s going to happen next.”

Elizabeth shivered, squeezing back at Alexis’s hand in a motion that was purely reflexive. Her whole body shuddered, melting closer to Alexis as she whined.

“Won’t be long now…”

Beep!

Alexis pulled open the door, and released Elizabeth’s hand. It was the first time in so long they hadn’t been in a car and Alexis wasn’t touching Elizabeth.

Should go… should run…

The thought quivered deep inside of Elizabeth’s mind. It was a soft voice, shy and uncertain, but she could feel how important it was. She could feel how critical the decision truly was—a decision that she’d already made to surrender to Alexis.

Even if you said “yes”…

Even if you called her “Mistress”…

That doesn’t mean that you can’t still try to run. It doesn’t mean that since you haven’t turned around and run yet, you can’t… Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered as she stared at the open doorway. Following her, going in there with you… You won’t come out the same person. You might never be the same person again… Elizabeth…

Do you really want that…?

Her pussy answered for her, throbbing with heat and desire so intense her thighs had no choice but to clench. The memory of Alexis’s hands on her shoulders, dutifully kneading and stroking and caressing through so much of her shift, was impossible to escape. It was so recent, and so was the thrill of the other woman’s promises.

It wasn’t just the way Alexis touched her, though none of those many touches hurt at all. Remembering the time no one else had been in the store and Alexis’s nails moved up under the back of her sweater, only for a single nail to claw back down the center of her spine…

It felt like she was making my whole body… Hum and… Shake and….

Vibrate…

It felt like if she kept up that touch… I would have… have… Her cheeks turned a deep, flushed red. Climaxed… it was so intense, but I could barely move, barely even breathe…

“Go inside, Elizabeth.” Alexis rested a hand against the small of Elizabeth’s back. The touch was faint, and through her sweater. It was still enough to send shudders all across the blonde woman’s body. “You’re right here, in front of a doorway that’s going to open up such brand new opportunities for you. Do you really want to back down…?

“Don’t you want to see what…” Alexis trailed her hands to squeeze at Elizabeth’s hips, the full of her body pushing against the woman’s back. “Comes next…?”

Eyes rolled back, and Elizabeth sucked in a sharp gasp.

If she keeps touching me like that, it’s going to be me. That would be less of a shock right now than anything else she might do.

I still can’t believe that I’m calling her ‘Mistress’…

…or how good it feels!

“Well…?” Alexis kissed Elizabeth’s ear, teeth catching and tugging at the sensitive skin. Elizabeth groaned, shaking and pressing back against Alexis’s warmth. “Tell me, Elizabeth. Don’t you want to see what comes next?”

“Y-yes, Mistress…!”

Elizabeth whined. The voice she used to respond was so eager, so excited, and she hadn’t even known what she was going to say until the words themselves tore out of her throat. There hadn’t been any room to think them over. Alexis was touching her, and then she asked a simple, easy to answer question. She’d needed to answer that, and knowing how powerless she was over her own body when Alexis was touching her only dampened Elizabeth’s panties more.

Alexis purred right into Elizabeth’s ear, stroking slowly along her hips. “Then go inside. I won’t hurt you. Like I told you before… You’re precious to Claire, and Claire is family…” Hands slid down from Elizabeth’s hips to stroke along the front of her thighs. “Why would I hurt you? This is to help you…”

Fingers reached back up, stroking towards Elizabeth’s clothed center. Denim did nothing to stop Alexis’s touches, and Elizabeth writhed as she was helpless to do anything less or more than helplessly undulate in the same rhythm as Alexis’s touches. The way Alexis touched her demanded Elizabeth’s body move, and in a very particular way. As alarming as it might have been in another context, the pleasure made everything so hazy.

It’s like every time I try to be worried, or that I feel like I should be… o-oohhh… She… touches me and… I… everything… so much easier to enjoy, harder to feel like I should… should…

Ohhh Mistressssss…!

“I want to make things so much better…”

Fingers teased just under the waistband of Elizabeth’s pants. So many of the touches she’d already felt already seemed to bypass the denim she wore, but this touch was different. Touching her so brazenly under her clothing, and having Elizabeth do nothing more than whine and squirm into the touch, was sending a message.

Green eyes hooded.

Want… This… I want… Her… I want Mistress to show me what she brought me here to show me…

Nails teased just under the band of her panties. Elizabeth whined, her eyes falling shut.

“Not… worse…”

At last Alexis drew back her hands. It was a slow withdrawal, and Elizabeth spent the entire time whimpering and groaning. Her eyes fluttered, flashes of green as she panted in the most pleading way. Making actual words come to her lips was difficult, but bucking her hips and yearningly whimpering was relatively simple.

Even better: it didn’t require any conscious thought about what she was feeling, what she wanted, and what all of that meant put together.

“Are you ready now, Elizabeth…?” Alexis again kissed her ear. This time it was softer, gentler, and there was no sensation of teeth to follow it up. There was only the kiss, and arms moving to hug her from behind. “Are you ready for me to give you, and explain to you, why you’ve never felt like you found the right person before? Are you ready to learn what you want?”

So important… want it so much… want… this so much…!

“Yesss… Mistressss…!”

Alexis sighed, giving Elizabeth’s neck a quick kiss before gently shoving at the small of her back. “Then stop hesitating. Go inside.”

“Ohh…” Elizabeth stumbled much further than the force should have pushed her. Arousal twined around her center of balance, making it too slippery and slick to keep a good grasp. “Yes… Yes Mistress I’ll… go inside… I’ll… let you… show me… whatever it is you want to show me…”

The room was dark, but she’d been standing in front of it for so long that Elizabeth could make out a fair bit of the furniture. It wasn’t anything special, no torture devices or bondage racks. That made it easier for her legs to pull her into the room, but came with a new complexity.

Elizabeth couldn’t stop herself from wishing she was walking into a more elaborate setup.

There’s nothing for her to strap me to a wall… to tie me to the bed posts… Her thoughts were still hazy, still driven by submissive lust, but the longings deep inside of her were so much clearer than her prior struggles. Those were busy staining her panties. What are those ‘x’ shaped things that people get tied to…?

I’ve never had the courage to find out…

Elizabeth shivered.

I think I realized that it might turn me on too much, and I was afraid of that feeling when no one… no one ever made me feel like that.. and sex is supposed to be about other people, not…

She shivered again, her eyes rolling back into her head as she stepped deeper into the darkness.

Furniture…

The door closed behind her, and Elizabeth couldn’t even muster up the shock or surprise to squeak. Instead, she shuddered. She was trapped inside

“My apologies for the disappointing environment.” Alexis’s voice was lower now. Firmer. She’d been plenty dominant since her touches to Elizabeth’s hand back at the student store, but now any illusion that Alexis wasn’t in complete control of the situation was forgotten. “This room is only temporary. I could probably ask a local… acquaintance… to utilize their facilities, but then they’d insist on participating. You don’t want that, not right now.”

Hands lifted Elizabeth’s hair, and lips pressed to the back of her neck. She groaned, her eyes fluttering. The kiss didn’t just feel like it ended at her neck. It spread down along her chest, teasing waves of rippling desire along the curves of her breasts.

“Right now, I think you’ll be most comfortable with it just being you…” Lips kissed one side of her neck. Elizabeth groaned. “And me…” Lips kissed the other side, and Elizabeth groaned lower. The waves spread down along her sides, feeling like nails teasing along her sides, only without any sweater or bra in the way at all. Her nipples were hard, throbbing points of desire at her chest as she trembled in the middle of the hotel room.

What little control Elizabeth still maintained allowed her to nod, even if the force of her head moving up and down was enough to threaten her balance.

Alexis laughed.

She made no move to turn on the light. Instead, she moved over to the couch and sat back onto it with her legs spread. Elizabeth shivered in the dark, adapted but so hazy from Alexis’s attentions that it was hard to actively perceive the world around her.

It was so much easier to shudder and wait for the next time that Mistress spoke to her.

“Now, I could start very gentle. I’m sure that would work—even in a reasonable amount of time.” Alexis sighed, rolling her eyes as she pushed her glasses up her nose. “But you don’t really want that. You might think you do, but that’s only because you’ve been trained to think so. You’ve been trained to think that true romance, true lovemaking, true pleasure that comes from a tender, thoughtful partner needs to be slow, and careful, and build from a quiet whisper to a roaring crescendo.

“I could teach you how to be like that, if you wanted. I’ve certainly done it for enough other women whose fantasies were to be normal so badly they would accept any normality so long as it granted them a feeling of belonging, but…” Alexis sighed. Elizabeth shivered. “That’s not what you want. So we’re going to begin rough, and firm, and raw.”

What does that mean she’s going to do…? Elizabeth mewled, her eyes fluttering as her hands opened and closed uselessly down at her sides. I want to argue, I want to tell her no… that I want gentle, that I… want… to be normal, but…

She remembered how good it felt when Alexis told her what was going to happen, and how much better she’d felt when Alexis was right.

Less than half an hour in to their time together in the store, and Elizabeth had been calling Alexis, a woman she’d known for less than a day, her Mistress. She’d said the word with such an emphasis, such a belief, that there was no room for doubt or uncertainty.

Alexis… Mistress…

One of those words feels… so much better to call her, and I… I don’t want to use the other, even if it’s a pretty name…

The only sound in the room was Elizabeth’s loud breathing. For her, there was also the heavy beating of her heart. It wasn’t loud enough to reach Alexis, but the way that her stance shuddered and shifted made it clear in an entirely different way.

Elizabeth stood waiting, not knowing when the next moment would begin a process that she needed to believe would make so much of her life, her desires, her identity come into focus.

Her pussy was wet, and her eyes felt hazy and heavy. Her scalp tingled. Her skin ached. Simply existing in Alexis’s gaze, in her Mistress’s gaze was a powerful experience. The longer she remained in it, the longer she waited for Alexis to do whatever she was going to do, the weaker she felt.

There’s no leaving now… Elizabeth mewled. Whatever she wants to happen is what’s going to happen. All that I can do is just… wait. Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled, then loosened. When she wants to move, she will… and I’ll go along with it.

Not because she’s making me go along with it.

Not because she has me trapped and I can’t escape.

Not even because I’m so turned on I’m not sure I could use a door knob…

Elizabeth’s hands tightened, and her breathing slowed. The tension drained out of her shoulders, and shew slowly nodded as everything came into complete focus.

I’m going to go along with it because this is what I want…

Full, soft pink lips quirked up into a shy smile as Elizabeth relaxed into the situation. More than a small part of her was waiting on a hair trigger for any sign from Alexis, but her misgivings about the situation were quieted and not simply from Alexis’s touches. She felt truly comfortable in the room, even if she knew whatever came next might be physically strenuous—even painful.

SNAP!

Alexis’s fingers stayed in the air, and Elizabeth’s whole body tightened and clenched. “On your knees, facing me. Whenever I give you an order, you will comply, and respond with ‘Yes, Mistress!’ There will not be punishment if you fail to comply. The ache you desire will be a reward for proper service.”

“Y-yes Mistress!” Elizabeth turned to Alexis, and instantly dropped to her knees. It was so fast that even she was surprised she didn’t hurt her knees in the process.

“Now didn’t that feel nice…?” Alexis chuckled.

Elizabeth shuddered. “Yes, Mistress…!”

Any other answer felt wrong, and it would require fighting past that urge to respond the way Alexis wanted. It comes on so quick that by the time I even know what’s happening… I’m already halfway through the words. I don’t know if I can resist that, not with someone like Alexis. She scared me at first, but now, now that I feel comfortable…

With a sigh, Alexis held out her foot so it rested just in front of Elizabeth’s thighs. “Take off my shoes. Now.”

“Yes Mistress!”

Alexis smiled as she watched Elizabeth quickly tug at the laces for the first short boot, her second ready to rise up at a moment’s notice. “I’ll explain more about you, and what you need, after those are both on the floor. But while you do that… I’m going to ask you in a moment for permission to touch you however I want with my feet.”

All of Elizabeth’s body tightened at once, making even the simple act of tugging at a shoelace impossibly difficult. Oh… oh god… she’s doing it again…! Even with so much arousal and anticipation tingling through her, Elizabeth didn’t stop struggling to obey Alexis.

“When I ask you this, you aren’t going to think about it. You aren’t going to wonder if that means this, or that… or if you do?” Alexis sighed as her first boot was tugged free with a clumsy pull. “You’re going to disregard it. All I want is for you to say ‘Yes Mistress’ and moan. Do you understand, Elizabeth?”

The kneeling woman shuddered and nodded as her twitching fingers failed to keep a good grasp on Alexis’s laces.

“Y-yes Mistreesssss!”

“Mmm… You’re already so good, and I’ve barely even trained you.” Alexis wiggled her hips, rubbing her thighs together as her sock-clad foot rubbed up and down along the top of Elizabeth’s thigh. It was a slow touch, through cotton and denim, but it still made Elizabeth squirm. “Now… Do I have permission to touch you however I want with my fee—”

“Yesssss Mistress!” Elizabeth pulled off her other boot, and quivered as the pleasure drew her thighs tightly together, and then naturally pushed them apart. She arched her back, looking up to Alexis’s face through the darkness. “H-however you want, Mistresss!”

Alexis’s newly freed foot rubbed along Elizabeth’s other thigh. Both of her big toes teased at curving inward, at stroking towards the place where her legs met her thigh, but never quite committed to the motion enough to do anything but make Elizabeth an even needier mess. Her blonde bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her arched breasts were emphasized all the more by her shuddering breaths.

For a long moment there was only silence again, but before Elizabeth had time to adapt to the sensations and either speak again, or form another coherent thought, Alexis’s feet moved between her thighs and pushed them further and further apart. It was a firm push, but not so rough or unyielding that Elizabeth couldn’t adjust. She whimpered and did her best to comply.

Once they were far enough apart, Alexis’s feet trailed up and down along the inside of her thighs, starting from the very height of her thighs down to just before her knees.

Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head.

She’s touching me… but she isn’t just… t-touching me… I can feel her pulling… s-something… something… tight inside of me… makes me feel… weak… makes me feel… o-ohhh… Elizabeth whimpered, and then whined for what felt like a minute as she struggled to breathe again. It’s like Mistress is… is finding the weak parts of me and… t-tying them… wrapping them… up… around her toes, around… her… o-ohhhhh…!

“You aren’t heterosexual, for what it’s worth.” Alexis snorted. “And I mean even before I started working, too. You definitely won’t be by the time I’m done with you, but do you know what you really are, more than anything else?”

“I… I don’t know, Mistress…!” Elizabeth whimpered, her eyes crossing as she felt both toes teasing her knees, pulling so many weak sensations from deep inside of her until all she could do was twitch and whimper. “I wanted to just say yes… but I… I don’t want to lie…!”

Alexis grinned, hooding her eyes so low.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if part of the reason Claire fell in love with you was in part because she could read what you are… even better than you can.” Alexis licked her lips. “Doing that, telling me your truth, so pitifully like that? It’s a hint. I could tease you more, but… I don’t think I will. As much as I think you would respond well to me being mean, that’s not what I want with you.”

A toe pressed firmly between Elizabeth’s legs.

Her mouth fell open, and she howled as she arched all that she was into the friction. Her hips bucked, and her arms swayed at her sides as she rubbed forward with pitiful groans dribbling past her trembling lips.

“Not this first time, anyway. If later tonight, you still want that? I’ll give it to you. Eagerly.” Alexis clenched her thighs, slowing her foot. “You’re a slave, Elizabeth. Some women want flowers and roses, and so do you. Being what you are, who you are, doesn’t make those options impossible… no. It just means that when the date is over, and it’s time for a last kiss goodnight…?”

Alexis’s toe rubbed higher, up over Elizabeth’s sweater-clad belly, between her breasts, and then toes curled around the collar and tugged. Elizabeth groaned, slumping forward much lower than Alexis would have made her bend with the swift force.

“You want a leash hooked around your neck. You don’t just want them to give you a peck on the cheek. You want your collar tugged.” Alexis tugged again, lower, and Elizabeth bent down until her ass was jutting up in the air. “You want to be dominated. You want to be controlled. Decisions might be fun for other people, being in control might be fun for them, too… but you…?” Alexis shook her head. “You want to be used. You want to be directed. It just so happens that these drives for you are so strong that you’ve never felt the right spark to ever feel safe enough with anyone who would ever try to make you feel what you want…

“That means you’ve been going through life, waiting for the right man… clueless that you ever could want anything else.” Alexis purred, her toes curling repeatedly to stroke at Elizabeth’s neck. “But I’m not going to leave you like this. I’ll help you learn to enjoy your natural submissive urges… but I don’t just want you as a submissive. I want you as my eager, lesbian supplicant. And the best part is, even if you don’t want that…?”

Elizabeth shuddered as Alexis’s feet withdrew.

Wh… what’s she going to do to me…? If I’m not a lesbian, then… then how…? Then what… Elizabeth’s thighs squeezed tightly around her drenched pussy. What’s going to happen to me…?

“Your desires for me to control you, to use you, to make you what I want?” Alexis sneered. “They’re stronger than your desires to stay the possibly asexual little thing that you are. It’s nothing personal or anything… I just want you to be my little pussy-starved slut, and by the time I’m done, you’re going to be that because it’s what I want. I’m going to ask you a question, now….”

Oh… Oh god again…

Elizabeth’s whole body tightened in anticipation. Her eyes turned glassier still as she squirmed with her ass still held up as an offering. Her forehead was down against the carpet. When Alexis’s foot pushed down atop it, pressing at some place she’d never felt at the back of her head, she wasn’t able to kneel anymore. Her legs splayed out, and she fell onto her front with a loud groan.

From, the top of her head down to the tips of her toes, the irresistible feeling of Alexis’s will twining around her, tightening, pulling taut just like the leash she’d imagined brought Elizabeth down so low.

“This time I’m not going to tell you what it’s going to be.” Alexis’s toe rubbed a tight spiral against whatever magical place existed in the back of Elizabeth’s skull. With her mouth twisting and contorting at every touch, Elizabeth couldn’t stop moaning and gasping as the spiraling pressed her forehead down against the carpet painfully enough to feel but not enough to feel painful in any way that wasn’t nice. “You’re still going to give me the same two words. I don’t care if you want to agree, Elizabeth. You will.

“You’re going to answer me like that, and you’re going to believe it. You’re going to make me believe it…” Alexis fluttered her gray eyes, thighs squeezing tight ass her whole body rolled in euphoric delight. “You might think you know what it is. Maybe you do. You won’t let it change what you’re going to do.”

Oh…

Oh please…

Elizabeth shuddered. All of her worries when she stood before the doorway felt justified, but she no longer felt compelled to dredge up her repressed fear. Even with Alexis promising to make Elizabeth a lesbian, to twist her identity, her desires, anything that Alexis wanted to change, Elizabeth didn’t want to rise up to her feet.

Alexis didn’t need to weave that truth into place. Knots that were long tied into place by urges, life experience, and long repressed desires

Say it… Say it… Say whatever you want, say that, I don’t care…!

Make me say it for you…!

“Do I have permission to make you into my helplessly enslaved little lesbian plaything, desperate to crawl between my legs at the slightest hint I want you there?”

“Yes Mistress…!” Elizabeth yelled the words, her whole body shaking as she desperately clutched at the floor underneath her. “P-p-please… It’s what I want… what I need… Yes Mistress… Do that to me… make me… change me… t-turn me into… into that…!”

Alexis’s sneer vanished, replaced with a much warmer, pleased smile.

“You’re making me so very happy. As a reward, I’m going to give you exactly what I know you want” She pulled back her foot and rose her hand up into the air.

After waiting just long enough for a dramatic flourish, she snapped her fingers.

“Strip. Now.”

Her voice was firm and unyielding like reinforced steel. The warmth drained away, leaving even less of anything besides pure raw dominance. It swept across Elizabeth, and echoed through each of her many threads, vibrating through them as if each were carefully prepared.

“Yes, yes, yes Mistress!” Elizabeth could barely move, as she tore her sweater over her head, and then tossed her bra off without any care for where it ended up. A moment later she was straining to tear off her pants, and then her panties underneath.

None of her motions were in any attempt to make a sexy show of it, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t being told to dance.

Alexis wanted her naked, and that desire was communicated to her on levels Elizabeth couldn’t resist or deny. She could only comply, and give herself as completely to Alexis as her Mistress desired.

That was what she desired, too.

When she was done removing her clothing, Elizabeth naturally knelt down in the same kneeling position she’d maintained before her head was shoved down. With her legs spread apart it was easy to catch sight of her tamed blonde bush between her thighs, so much of her gorgeous, smooth skin, and her large breasts that, while being so full and heavy in a way that screamed so many mature things, still had the right hint of perkiness to make them decidedly younger.

Alexis lifted her palm up, and swiftly pointed her fingers to the ceiling.

“Now, stand up.”

Elizabeth rose without a second, or first thought. The meaning of the words hit her brain, and Elizabeth was standing, arms at her sides, back arched, legs apart.

“Mm.” Alexis’s eyes slowly scanned from the blonde’s feet to her hair, drinking in every last little detail that she could. “So many little beauty marks… but I think my favorite…” Alexis reached out her foot, and gently teased her toe up Elizabeth’s thigh until the edge grazed her labia. “The one right here… just to the left of your slit… or I suppose to the right, but I’m going to use my perspective. You’re a slave now, Elizabeth… your perspective exists to serve mine.

“Say it.”

Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head as her thighs clenched.

“I’m… I’m a slave now…” Her hips jerked. Her thighs parted further. Her teeth closed around her bottom lip, squeezing just long enough or a pause. “My perspective… exists to serve yours…”

Alexis smiled.

“Mistress…”

Alexis smiled wider.

“Your submission really is knotted up so tight… I think if I loosened it up enough for you to let it out, tied it back so you could just enjoy it all the time… it wouldn’t take much to make you a girl crazy slut.” Alexis rose to her feet, slowly moving behind Elizabeth to stroke her hips.

Elizabeth trembled, rubbing into those touches with a low groan.

This feels… so much like… when I was in the doorway… when she pushed me inside… Her toes curled into the carpet again. O-only now… even if I left… I’ve already changed…

Knowing this is what I want, what I’ve always wanted…

She moaned, only held up from falling to her knees by the arms around her waist and the feminine warmth at her back. Without those things she would have strained to stay standing because Alexis hadn’t instructed her to fall but it would not have been a simple task.

I’m a slave…

I’ve… always been a slave… waiting for her owner to find her…

“Good girl, Elizabeth…” Fingers trailed down to her thighs, slowly mimicking the same path they’d taken before. The praise made Elizabeth’s clit throb even more than the touch, but one and the other were interlinked. A woman’s touch, rapidly approaching her quivering sex, was coming from the same source, at the same time, as such lovely celebration of her surrender.

All that Elizabeth could do was writhe.

“You’re a plaything for lesbians to use…” Alexis’s fingers stroked along her slit, not delving deeper, nor focusing in on her clit. The touch was slow and deliberate. Agonizingly slow and casual, it was easy for Elizabeth to be so overwhelmed by the submissive bliss that she couldn’t even feel the way that Alexis’s fingers gathered together all of the threads that moved through her body to lead between her thighs. “You’re a slave to the right women… the women that I chose… the women ready to use you…”

Elizabeth groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head again as Alexis’s fingers curled inside of her. “Y-yesss Mistress… women… women you choose…!”

“That means all that a woman needs to do… to get you to spread your legs for her, or to end up between hers…?” Alexis curled her fingers, and Elizabeth’s eyes moved forward only to cross. “Is me wanting it. Me liking her. Me… telling you to satisfy her. That’s what you are now, Elizabeth. You’re such a slave to lesbian lust that if I want you to… you’ll throw yourself at anyone…

“Belinda… Michelle…” Alexis grinned. “Or even Claire.”

Elizabeth whimpered. She tried to flutter her eyes, to move her fingers, to do anything to fight past the haze.

C-can’t… can’t make it easier to concentrate, my mind is just so… o-ohhh…! Alexis’s fingers squirmed inside of her, and Elizabeth clenched helplessly around them. T-too… thick… fog… wrapping me up… tighter and… tighter and…

“B-but…”

“Mmm…?” Alexis slowed her touches, gently kissing Elizabeth’s cheek from behind. “A girl like you would only try to resist if you were worried this would be something that would make me unhappy… so what is it…?”

Elizabeth sighed in relief.

Being given permission to have the thought, to express it, that made things much easier.

“Claire… has feelings for me. She wanted to be my girlfriend.” She mewled, squeezing tighter around the fingers still curled inside of her. “I wouldn’t… wouldn’t want to hurt her… I told her I was straight, told her… no…”

Alexis laughed, her other hand finally moving down to stroke just alongside Elizabeth’s clit. She blew into her ear, and savored as Elizabeth shuddered. “Don’t you worry about that, mm? I’m not here to be mean to her. She wanted you, didn’t she? I’m just going to give her an opportunity to experience that. I knew what you wanted… trust me to know how to make sure that she gets what she wants, too…?”

Elizabeth sighed in relief.

“Yes, Mistress…” A simple smile spread across her lips. Her eyes fell shut. “I’ll trust you… “

Alexis grinned.

“Now it’s time to start actually changing you.”

Her fingers moved, pulling taut the many threads she’d gathered. Elizabeth’s clit, her nipples, the pace behind her eyes, places deep inside of her body that were so sensitive to touch, all of them were tugged at once. Like a leash that grasped Elizabeth’s libido directly, Alexis pulled her down and Elizabeth came screaming.

“You’re a lesbian slave.” Alexis didn’t stop pulling those threads tighter and tighter, twisting them together as Elizabeth’s everything shuddered and shook. “Your pussy wants women.” Alexis’s tongue teased Elizabeth’s ear, coaxing yet more pleasure out of her and the threads between her legs even as her orgasm continued as though it were endless. “Your mouth wants women. Say it. Make me believe it. Make yourself believe it.”

“Yes, Mistress…! I-I’m a lesbian slave…!” Elizabeth’s voice was breathless, her whole body shaking and trembling from the sounds of her own voice, and the unending touches between her legs. “M-my pussy wants women…!” Saying those words with so much certainty as Alexis sent her endlessly over the edge tied knots in deep parts of her mind, knots she couldn’t understand but could only helplessly obey. Her fingers twitched, her thighs shook, and her ass tightened around nothing as she rubbed back against Alexis. “My mouth wants women…!”

“Good.” Alexis kissed one of Elizabeth’s ears. “Girl.” She kissed the other, and smiled.

Elizabeth’s breathing was hoarse. Her hips shook wildly. Her legs struggled to find some way to keep herself standing even as the strength drained away. The sustained orgasm was taking more and more from her, and even with all of her obedience focused on the task it was no small ask to stand.

Alexis’s praise gave her strength, but the betrayal of her body over who Elizabeth had been when she entered the room was so much stronger and prolonged.

Lips pressed to her neck. “I’m sensing a masochistic streak, but If you want that… you’ll need to be patient. I don’t want to rush you through this. I want to take our time…”

“Th-then… t-take our time, Mistresssss…!” Elizabeth whined pitifully. “P-p-pleeeease… do what you want…! I’m… a lesbian… slave…! I-I… I trust you… I want you to… change me… control me… fuck me… however you want to fuck me…!”

Alexis grinned.

“You’re so perfect that it makes it hard to not just indulge what I know you want, but… I think I’ll do what you say and not what your body wants.”

Alexis pulled her hands back, and Elizabeth helplessly fell down to her knees.

Elizabeth nuzzled into her leg, kissing and cooing. A hunger burned in her eyes that hadn’t been there before, a desire that was insatiably pleading to be fulfilled. Whether through being denied or indulged, Elizabeth’s desires centered more around Alexis and what she wanted than her own.

This and roses would be… perfect…

“What a perfect little lesbian plaything. I’m going to make you scream…” Alexis hooded her eyes and purred. “And you’re going to love every moment of it…”

“Yesss, Missstresss… I’ll… I’ll love every moment of it… Whatever you say…!” Elizabeth clenched her thighs as she stared blankly ahead of herself. It was so dark and her eyes refused to adjust to the darkness enough to make anything she saw more than a vague edge or a corner. She stared ahead because she didn’t care about looking at or doing anything that Mistress didn’t command and she seemed content to have Elizabeth blank on her knees.

Licking her lips, Alexis gazed down at the kneeling woman at her feet.

“You caring about Claire enough to want to protect her from me being mean to her…?” Alexis grinned. “It makes me really happy—happier than I can put into words. It makes you a little sexier to me, too…” She reached down, spreading her slick and dry nails out across Elizabeth’s scalp.

The moans that followed were enough to make Alexis clench her thighs and flutter her eyes. Her own legs stayed far more solid than Elizabeth’s, but she enjoyed the sight of Elizabeth’s drenched body quivering beneath her too much to fall.

Her grin, and the genuine delight in her eyes made that clear.

“So don’t worry… I’m not upset you spoke up about that at all. In fact… later tonight, early tomorrow…? You and I are going to have a long talk about Claire…” Alexis licked her lips. “And tomorrow… let’s see… tomorrow is…” She counted on her fingertips, and then grinned. “Friday…? Do you usually see her on Fridays…?”

“Y-yesss Mistress…” Elizabeth panted her reply, savoring the opportunity for yet another act of submission. “Haven’t seen her for a couple days, but… think I should tomorrow… Hope so… been worried…”

Alexis grinned.

“Good girl!”

Elizabeth groaned, bucking as another jolt of pleasure rode her spine.

“We’re going to have a nice long chat then, about how you’re going to make her Friday very special…” Alexis sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. “When I meet her, I want it to be… special. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing, an introduction… and you’re going to help make it perfect for me, aren’t you…?”

“Yes Mistress!”

Alexis sighed and stepped around Elizabeth. She held out her hand, and purred. “Then take my hand. As much as you might belong on the floor, I want to fuck you on the bed.”