The New Deal
Sarah & Elysabeth.
They were happy. Their sex was phenomenal. They knew each other’s kinks and turn-ons. They happily switched from sub to dom and back again, experiencing the full spectrum of sexual hierarchy. They knew each other inside and out, in the way that lesbian flames do.
But as humans often do, they began to crave beyond their perfection. Sarah began to fantasize about bimbos and fuckdolls. About sluts with libidos beyond satisfying. Elysabeth was only too happy to please, so for a while they played their little games. They started to fall into roles more often than before. Sarah always the dom, and Elysabeth always her simpering little pet.
But it wasn’t real. After their games Sarah would gush with the idea of turning themselves into sex toys. She would edge to the thought of making their games a reality. It drove her to desperation.
So, as many little sluts have in the past, she came to me.
And I offered her a deal.
I would reach into their brains and bring out their true, inner sluts. The underlying, carnal monsters that dwell within each of us. They would be able to move beyond their bedroom games of pretend and really, truly experience their innermost desires.
But as there always is with me, the deal came with a catch. I neglected to mention it to her, but Sarah and Elysabeth would trade places, each becoming the other’s fantasy for themselves. They would keep their sense of self, but gain each others needs and desires.
She of course took the deal. Why wouldn’t she? She shook my hand and thanked me, and went back home to tell Elysabeth the good news.
As soon as she walked in the door Sarah felt…. different. Meek. Shy. She was confused by the red hair that was falling over her face…. That was Elysabeth’s hair! She screamed and from the other room and an extremely confident, assertive Elysabeth walked into the room in Sarah’s body.
Sarah was shocked! Age had tricked her! She wanted to be a dominant bitch, bossing around her little fuckdoll girlfriend and taking pleasure in her helpless mewls, but she was now on the other side!
And it made her more wet than she had ever been. Her girlfriend’s lust monster had come out to play, and she was ravenous! Always on the road to the next orgasm, she could barely stop touching herself, except when her new mistress commanded her to. She was heavily humiliated to be so out of her own control, but her body’s preset responses told her she liked that.
Elysabeth wasn’t mad about the deal. Sure, she was full lesbian now instead of bi, she was a dominant brunette instead of a submissive redhead, but she sort of liked it….. She found herself fantasizing about the things she could do with the control she now had over her submissive ginger kitten….
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*pant….gasp…..sob…..*
“I can’t believe you made me do that! I used to be a lesbian…”
“Oh, sweetie, so dramatic. Used to be. You aren’t anymore, remember? You like cocks now too, just like I used to! And you loved it, because I told you to. Didn’t you?”
*whimper*
“Didn’t you, slut?”
“…Y-yes mistress…. I liked it…. It made me so horny… It was amazing, I never knew men could be so….. But I don’t want to like it…… I just want you….”
“Oh you’ll have me Darling. But not yet, you’re covered in disgusting man juices! Lick them all up, and then I might let you service me…..”
“…yes mistress….”
“And while you’re cleaning yourself up, spread your legs for me. I want to see how wet your slutty little pussy gets eating all that spunk!”
“….yes mistress.”
Next time, don’t take the deal.
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a request for @itsagirlygirlworld