Jeri tapped on the door twice, five times, and twice, the signal to identify herself. The door opened.

Inside was Alexis Mandor, not... whoever was supposed to be here. She was here to... look for a job? It didn’t make any sense for the person she’d just tried to rob to give her a job....

What had happened with that, anyway? All she remembered was being ready to start downloading the data to her memory stick, and then... she was here.

“Hello, darling.” It wasn’t the firm no-nonsense voice she used in her interviews and public appearances. It was a soft seductive purr.

Jeri felt hands take her by the hips. The next thing she knew, she was inside the room. She reflexively looked around to see where she was. There was only her and Alexis and blank walls all around.

“This must be a dream.” If it was a dream it didn’t have to make sense. That made sense. She thought it made sense....

Suddenly, Alexis was leaning into her – and she was leaning into Alexis – in a passionate kiss.

“I... I... I’m not...” That was as coherent as her thoughts got as she felt the other woman’s tongue darting onto her mouth. She felt her own tongue returning the favor.

“You know you want it.” Alexis’s voice was loud and clear, even though her mouth was pressed tight to Jeri’s. It didn’t have to make sense. It was a dream. It had to be a dream. She kept telling herself that.

Why was she having a dream like this? She’d never noticed any lesbian urges before, never experimented, never even did a fakeout-makeout with another girl to get attention from the guys. She was starting to feel a familiar tingle between the thighs.

Maybe she did want this...?

The kiss went on and on. It felt like it could go on forever. She felt Alexis’s hands on her ass, and her own hands on Alexis’s ass, pulling them even closer together, Their tits pressed into each other. Their clothes were all gone somehow. No, not quite all. She felt silk panties under her hands, and then she felt her own panty waistband playfully snapped against her back.

Finally, they pulled apart. Sure enough, Alexis was naked except for red panties with an unmistakable dark wet stain. Jeri took a deep breath. The air was filled with Alexis’s arousal, and her own.

Alexis licked her lips. “You’re a horny lesbian slut, aren’t you?” she purred.

Jeri nodded. “I wouldn’t be having a dream like this unless I wanted to be a horny lesbian slut.” Yes, that made sense....

“Look down and see how wet you’re getting for me.”

She looked down at herself. It was true. Both of them were wet for each other. She didn’t know Alexis Mandor was gay. People gossiped about it, like they did about any powerful woman, but that didn’t mean anything. But now she knew Alexis was gay. And now she knew she was gay, too. They were two lesbians, practically naked, hot and wet for each other....

“You want it. I want it. Let’s do it.”

Of course. That made sense. She wanted to have sex with another woman, with this woman. That’s why she was dreaming about it.

She was having a lesbian wet dream because she was a lesbian. She was having a lesbian wet dream about Alexis Mandor because she hoped the wealthy powerful tycoon might deign to fuck a needy little nobody like her. She was lucky that Alexis seemed agreeable to that.

That was the only way any of this made sense.

They both wanted it. They should do it.

She nodded.

“It’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had!” Alexis beamed as she began sliding her panties down her thighs. She let them fall to the floor, picked them up, and looked at Jeri expectantly.

Jeri took off her panties. As she bent down to pick them up, she felt a gentle slap on her bottom and heard Alexis chuckle. “I have an idea. After I have my way with you, I’m going to wear your panties, and you’re going to wear mine.”

The idea turned Jeri on. There was no doubt about it: she was a kinky horny lesbian slut.

Alexis smiled and took Jeri by the hand. Jeri allowed herself to be let toward a door that hadn’t been there before.

The door opened. Jeri gasped, feeling weak at the knees as a surge of raw lust flooded her body.

Behind the door was an assortment of bondage furniture: chairs with thick leather straps attached to the legs and armrests, beds with a chain and shackle hanging from each corner, frameworks festooned with cords and D-rings, and a scattering of shackles mounted to various spots on the floor and walls and ceiling.

She moaned. The sight of this dungeon playroom, and her mental images of things that could be done there, were making her hornier than she’d ever been.

Alexis tightened her grip on Jeri’s wrist and guided her toward a set of padded stocks. Jeri bent down to place her neck and wrists into the indentations on the lower board and kept still as the upper board was lowered and locked down.

Cheek and chin pads clicked into place, holding her head up and forcing her to face straight ahead. On the wall in front of her was a funhouse-style mirror that showed a magnified view of a display case holding a collection of riding crops and floggers. She squirmed as she imagined them being applied to her naked backside.

Jeri felt something fastened tight around each ankle. Her feet were pulled apart, smoothly and firmly and relentlessly.

The frame binding her neck and wrists descended slightly. She sighed deeply as she realized the position she was in... her legs spread wide and her ass angled upward, ready to be taken doggy-style.

The mirror showed Alexis fiddling with something at waist level. She was fastening a series of flesh tone straps around her hips and upper thighs. They held a large cock and ballsack in place between her legs. After a bit of adjustment, the straps all but disappeared against her skin and the synthetic erection blended with her body as seamlessly as her fingers and toes. It matched her complexion perfectly except for the slick shine of lubricant gel.

Jeri watched her approach. As she moved into position, her image loomed larger and larger in the mirror, until her chest filled the field of view.

Slowly and carefully, she maneuvered the tip of the strap-on until it poked between the bound woman’s pussy lips. She leaned in, took hold of her partner’s hips to brace herself, and pressed forward.

Alexis’s hips rocked back and forth, slightly at first but with gradually increasing speed and force. Jeri felt the rod sliding into her, sliding out of her, sliding a bit deeper in, sliding a bit further out, over and over. The mirror showed Alexis’s big firm tits, jiggling up and down with each advance and retreat.

“Oh, yes... oh, yes, Mistress...!” she gasped.

“Ohhhhh... yessss, Jeri,” Alexis sighed.

Jeri felt a warm glow at the thought of the pleasure she was giving her Mistress.

“I am your Mistress!” she gasped.

“Am I...” Jeri moaned as Alexis’s body pressed tight against hers, driving the full length of the strap-on dick into her wet needy cunt. “Am I pleasing you, Mistress?” she asked when she could speak again.

“Yes, Jeri.” Alexis was composed enough to speak in firm commanding tones. “It pleases me to have you as my plaything, now and forever.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

That was the last coherent thought in Jeri’s head. Alexis fucking her even harder and faster. She was unaware of anything but the sensation of firm relentless penetration and the sight of sexy naked tits. She felt the climax building. She could tell it would be far beyond anything she’d experienced before. She gasped, taking quick deep breaths as she braced herself....