by Sasha Bond
As Melanie ran up to her room, she began tearing up. When Elena called her that night, she somehow knew about Melanie's problem.
"Is something bothering you, Maddy?"
Melanie didn't really trust Elena but she confided her problem to her nonetheless. "I had an argument with my mom today. It was hectic."
"What was it about?"
"My new looks. She said that I've changed too much and for the worst."
"But, you look much better in your with your new looks."
"I just want to be a normal girl! Elena, may I dress like I used to, please?"
"No, you will continue being the girl I want you to be. As for the problem with your mom, I'll talk with her one-on-one and make her change her perspective."
"I don't think it'll work. My mom's kind of strict and conservative."
"It will work, I promise."
On late Friday night, Melanie watched some videos on lesbian BDSM that Elena had given her. She was told to focus especially on the dominatrixes in the videos because she was going to become one herself. For over two hours, Melanie had watched women dressed in latex or PVC engaging in kinky and rough lesbian sex. There were rarely any displays of overt affection. It was all dominance and exploitation of women by women. Prior to the start of the video, Melanie herself had dressed in a BDSM outfit, which consisted of a shiny black latex corset mini dress that had a short pleated skirt, fishnet stockings, and glossy black strappy platform heels. Just days ago, Melanie had felt nothing but disgust at the various kinky clothing that Elena ordered her to wear, but now she was starting to feel a bit aroused by them in spite of her conscious denial.
Following Elena's instructions, Melanie imagined herself as a dominant participant amongst the women in the videos she was watching. This visualization was helped by the fact that the dommes of the videos were often not shown, except for parts of their bodies, but never the faces. Various keywords and phrases such as "dominate", "control", "enslave", and "pleasure in pain" would be occasionally uttered by an unseen female narrator. Each word seemed to bore into her pliant mind as it was being spoken. Though the sound of each individual word was soft, it echoed loudly in her mind like an obnoxious earworm.
Another requirement for Melanie was masturbating while watching the video. Even without that instruction, Melanie couldn't resist her arousal that triggered by the sexually-charged imagery even if she wanted to. Her pussy became wet the moment the video start becoming erotic. She grasped the helm of her latex skirt and pulled it up. The black PVC panties were then pulled aside to provide access for her fingers to her sopping pussy. She repeatedly stroked and fingered her clit until she came while also regularly licking her own juices on her fingers. Melanie had gotten used to the flavor of her own pussy by now. The recurring spikes of sexual lust in recent days had overcome all of her inhibitions regarding this act.
Melanie also practiced acting like a lesbian domme. While holding a small whip in her hand, she would pretend that there was a submissive girl in front of her while she ordered her around through a combination of whipping, strict commands, and verbal abuse. Her visualizations of the submissive would often be some hot girl in her school that she barely knew. However, the image of Emily or sometimes even Jenny would creep in, and she had to chase those thoughts away. To provide evidence that she had practiced, Melanie had to record all of what she had done in her bedroom on webcam and stream it live on a special private website that Elena had set up. Initially, Melanie had objected to this exhibitionistic arrangement, but a quick reminder of the photos from Elena forced Melanie to bite her lip and do what she was ordered to regardless of her objections.
Though Elena had promised Melanie that she would be the only person watching the streaming video, there was another person who was viewing her performance, a well-to-do business woman interested in young female flesh. With her deep pockets, Ms. Meyers had paid quite a bit of money to see a young, innocent, religious, and heterosexual girl slowly transform into a lecherous lesbian. As she stroked herself to Melanie's live performance, she wondered what the price would be to experience the delights of Melanie's delectable young body once her transformation had completed.
Melanie's cell phone rang on late Saturday night. Even without picking up the cell phone, she knew it was Elena. The calls and the subsequent meetings with her were getting more frequent now, much to Melanie's dismay. She was also disgusted at herself for the slight arousal recently felt whenever the Goth girl called her. Even as Melanie's pussy moistened copiously at the thoughts what Elena might do with her that night, she wondered if she could escape from this madness before it was too late. Dressed in the same outfit as on the previous night, she quietly snuck out of her house without her mom's knowledge.
"Are you ready for fun, Melanie?" said Elena while leaning on her pitch black vehicle.
"Yes, I guess," came Melanie's meek reply. Her eyes focused on Elena's curious mask that was piquing her curiosity. It was a pearly white facial mask with transparent blue eyes. The color of Elena's mask contrasted strongly with the black color of her clothing.
"Why are you wearing a mask?"
"It's for my special facial treatment. You won't get any kisses from me tonight, but don't worry, Maddy, even with my mask on we will still be able to engage in an effectively enthralling, erotic ensemble executed in an exemplary enactment that will elevate your endogenic excitement to ethereal, endless ecstasy."
"Huh?"
"We will still have fun."
A question suddenly popped in Melanie's mind. "Where is that fucking bitch taking me to this time?" Briefly, she wondered why she was using swear words in her private thoughts.
Once they arrived at Elena's condo, they were greeted by Patricia and Emily at the door. Before, Melanie barely took in the physical details of Elena's two assistants, but she found herself noticing them more. Patricia was a raven-haired girl whose age was about the same as Elena's. Her imposing DD breasts were one of the most noticeable assets on curvaceous body. She wore a shiny blue latex bustier top mini dress with a pleated skirt that barely went past the butt. The section of the bodice between the bra and the skirt was of a light blue color and was see-through. Below the skirt were transparent light blue thigh-length latex stockings. She wore shiny blue 3-inch high heel pumps. Emily's outfit was the same with the exception of the purple colors.
As Melanie walked in with Elena, she saw some video recording equipment. She sighed, knowing that she was going to be recorded again in acts of debauchery. Elena led her to the large bedroom. The walls were painted black. There were several cameras mounted on tripods and some lighting equipment that circled around a purple mattress bed with an ebony frame.
"As part of your training in becoming a lesbian dominatrix, you will now practice with Patricia, who will be your sub tonight. As usual, this session will be recorded."
Melanie opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something.
"I'll warn you again: if you object to what I'm imposing on you, you shall be punished. I've let you off easily last several times, but from now on I won't be so lenient."
Upon hearing that, Melanie quickly clamped her mouth shut. Whatever objections and criticisms she had now must be kept to herself.
Elena pointed to a set of items on the bed: a riding crop, a purple strap-on dildo, and some leather cuffs attached to chains. "You are to use those items on Patricia. I won't tell you what to do this time. The videos you've watch should be more than enough to fuel your imagination."
Melanie was crestfallen that she had to completely improvise in a perverted sexual performance that Elena was forcing her to participate actively in. Walking over to the edge of the bed, she held up the riding crop reluctantly. Before she knew it, the cameras were already rolling. Taking a deep breath, Melanie summoned the memories of the BDSM videos and did her best to mimic the dommes in them.
"Kneel, bitch!" Melanie exclaimed after whipping the woman once in front of her with the riding crop.
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p; Patricia kneeled down on the white carpeted floor submissively while looking upward adoringly at Melanie.
"You are my slave, are you not?"
"Yes, mistress. I'm your slave and I'll always be."
"Then show your love and devotion to your mistress."
With her cherry red lips, Patricia licked the tip of Melanie's shiny platform high heel on Melanie's right foot. Unexpectedly, Melanie was feeling a subtle thrill at the sight of a submissive woman grovelling in front of her and licking the shiny surface of her shoe. Like before, she kept repeating the denial that she was enjoying this.
When Patricia's lips reached the skin of her calf, Melanie made a silent gasp of pleasure. Slowly, the submissive woman licked upwards along her stockinged leg, guided periodically by the riding crop held by Melanie's hand. Once she reached her crotch, Patricia stopped and looked at her mistress for further instructions. Melanie was at first confused at the reason why Patricia had stopped, but after some quick recall of certain scenes from the videos, a light bulb lit in her head.
"You may pull my panties aside and lick my pussy, slave."
Initially, Melanie had just wanted Patricia to lick her pussy through the panties to simulate oral sex, but since her sexual arousal level had increased exponentially in the past few moments, she couldn't resist ordering her slave to tongue her clit directly. A shudder passed through Melanie's body during her orgasm.
It was time to move on the next phase. Melanie knew she couldn't use just the riding crop forever. She looked at the cuffs and the strap-on on the bed. There was no way she could avoid using the sex toy. Melanie had thought about using the strap-on like an ordinary dildo without wearing it herself. But, fearing punishment from Elena, she opted to use the way it meant to be used instead. Copying the porn stars she had seen, she rode up her skirt and slowly pulled down her latex panties as her slave looked on. Once she was finished, Melanie held the panties up by one finger in the direction of Patricia.
"Here's a little gift from your mistress." She tossed the balled-up panties to Patricia, who eagerly caught it. "You may enjoy them while I put on the strap-on."
Patricia pressed the panties to her face to sniff and lick it while Melanie put on the strap-on. The process was slow, given her hesitation and inexperience in wearing such a sex toy. Once the straps were tightened, she emitted a gasp at the sudden pressure on her pussy. The strap-on consisted of a see-through, flexible purple shaft that was mounted on a glossy black triangular base with the black straps of the harness connected to the corners. For added pleasure, the wearer's end of the strap-on had multiple small spurs for sexual stimulation. She had just put on a strap-on for the first time.
Melanie walked up to Patricia, who was still kneeling on the floor, and waved the dangling end of the strap-on in front of her slave's face.
"Lube it, slave."
"As you command, mistress."
Patricia kissed the tip of the dildo once before sliding her tongue along its length several times. A long, glistening streak of saliva was left along the surface of the dildo. She then took it in her mouth. There was some slight gagging at first before she got used to the toy. As Patricia orally serviced the strap-on, she stared up at her mistress with adoring eyes. The job was made easier because her hair was tied up in a high pony tail.
Even though Melanie didn't want it, her pussy was being stimulated by the spurs at the base of the dildo. The repeated actions of Patricia's mouth translated to sexual pleasure on Melanie's end. Melanie wanted to close her eyes to escape the situation, at least for several moments, but was startled when she felt Patricia's hands feeling and groping her ass.
Once she felt the strap-on was lubed enough, she pulled Patricia up by her ponytail. "Get up slave, and get yourself into the bed."
Melanie's eyes unconsciously wander across Patricia's body as she got on the bed. She noticed how her ass gyrated slightly as she got on her fours.
"Put on the cuffs, slave."
After a few long moments, Melanie swatted Patricia's breasts with the riding crop, "Hurry up! I don't have all night."
"Yes, mistress!"
Realizing that she had to do the final steps in binding her slave, Melanie moved around the bed and completed process of chaining her slave to the bed posts. It was time; Melanie was going to fuck her first woman, her first female with a strap-on dildo. There was no way out of this. By engaging in hardcore lesbian sex, Melanie will cross another imaginary line in her unwilling transformation to lesbianism.
Melanie took a deep breath and got into the bed. Standing on her knees, she parted her legs and straddled Patricia. For a few long moments, the tip of the dildo was hovering a foot above Patricia's pussy. Not delaying longer, she slowly lower herself on her fours and inserted the dildo into Patricia's love tunnel. After a brief pause, Melanie slowly fucked her slave with the strap-on. The pleasure was reciprocated in every stroke. Each time she pushed the strap-on dildo into Patricia by moving her hips, the spurs on the base pushed back, giving her almost constant sexual pleasure.
While fucking Patricia, Melanie made repeated attempts to force her mind to think about heterosexual thoughts, but the constant feminine moans, the feeling of female skin on hers, and the pressure of the large breasts pushing on her own pair, made it impossible to escape the reality that she was engaging in lesbian sex by fucking a woman with a strap-on. However, the best and worst part for her was that she was getting immense enjoyment out of this.
Soon, Melanie was getting into the action. The flooding of physical sensations was overwhelming her brain so much that her wall of rationality crumbled again like before. Because of the constant stimulation by the spurs of the strap-on, Melanie was overcome now with lust. She began pushing her breasts back on Patricia's. Her hands roamed around Patricia's body and felt it up. Despite being separated by latex clothing, she could feel the warmth and feminine smoothness of Patricia's body. Not satisfied with just touching and fucking, Melanie lowered her glossy purple lips and kissed Patricia ravenously on her shiny purple lips and across her face. She even kissed her slave's body through the blue latex, not minding the strange taste.
Orgasm after orgasm washed over Patricia, indicating that Melanie was using the strap-on effectively. Each time Patricia came, her arms and legs pulled tightly against the chains. Melanie barely managed to have one orgasm because the spurs were much less stimulating that the penetrating shaft itself. After over forty minutes of raunchy sex, Melanie French-kissed Patricia to mark its conclusion.
While Melanie was riding in Elena's car, she thought Elena was going to take her back home, but was confused when Elena took her to a seedy district near downtown.
"Where are we going?"
"We are going to visit a friend of mine. She's going to help you do some piercings."
"Piercings!!?" A feeling of distress appeared on Melanie's face. She wanted to complain, but was afraid of possible punishment.
"What piercings am I going to get?"
"You're going get pins on your head after it's completely shaved bald."
Elena waited for a reaction on Melanie's face before saying, "Just kidding, Maddy!"
They parked right outside a tattoo and piercing parlor. Bright and colorful neon signs hung on the storefront. Across the street was a boisterous tavern with a bunch Harley-Davidson motorcycles parked outside. Bulky men and some women in leather loitered around. Once Melanie got inside the shop with Elena, she noticed the assortment of pictures and samples hanging over the brightly painted walls, along with a bunch of cushioned leather chairs, mirrors, and assorted tools. There was only one person in the shop at the moment: a busty blonde chick. She had slightly tanned skin, wore a white t-shirt emblazoned with red hearts and blue tight-fitting low-rise jeans, and silver sandals.
"Hey, Elena, are you here for another tattoo or piercing?"
"No, but my friend here wants to do some piercings."
"She looks kind of cute! What's your name?"
"Melanie."
"That's a very beautiful name. I'm Tara. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"What kind of piercing do you want?"
"Uhhh..."
"Actually, Maddy wants me to choose what's best for her."
Elena walked over to one of the display cases. "Hmmm... This one looks nice. This one too."
"Have you picked them yet?"
"Yes."
"Good, then let's get started!"
For the belly piercing, Melanie had to take off her latex corset, which she felt uncomfortable doing in front of another stranger, but had to do it anyway. The way Tara was looking at her half-naked body, which was now only clothed below the waist, made Melanie feel uncomfortable.
After the piercings were done, Melanie looked at the mirror, and couldn't resist touching the foreign metal was now bonded to her body. On her right eyebrow was a platinum barbell piercing. Melanie wondered how her mom would react once she sees it. Another problem was that her mom would know that she had be sneaking out at night! Her eyes then drifted downwards to her belly, which now had a platinum navel piercing that has two amethyst hearts, one on top of each other.