The Princess Undone

This story is pure fiction, with no reference to any real people or events. Should you find it enjoyable, I have an illustrated version available on my Patreon account.

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Kayleigh had been working as a janitor at the local university for 15 years. Now in her late 30s, she had struggled growing up as a lesbian in a working class family but had finally been able to live her life without fear since becoming financially independent. Although she had had several relationships in the past, she could never settle down. It was hard to do so when confronted on a daily basis with the young beautiful girls the frequented the university.

In particular, Kayleigh had become infatuated with Miranda, a cute 19 year old slender petite girl with long dark blonde hair and green eyes. Miranda was one of the most popular students and one of the prettiest, if not the prettiest. She also had a clean look and a certain innocent air that further fuelled Kayleigh's passion. Unfortunately for Kayleigh though, Miranda was straight and currently dating a popular third year student with a handsome face and muscular build.

Kayleigh sighed. If only she could show Miranda the pleasures she was missing out on, she felt confident she could turn the campus princess into a lesbian queen. And her opportunity might come at the next University Christmas party, when most staff and students, even the more reserved ones, would get heavily intoxicated at the freely available booze and maybe the odd joint.

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As the Christmas party got into full swing, Kayleigh kept watching Miranda and biding her time. The young woman was having a great time, happily drinking shots and dancing around with her friends. Later into the night, a heavily drunk Miranda finally ventured to the toilet on her own. Kayleigh followed the blonde in, patiently waiting by her stall. After what seemed an eternity, the young woman came out. She almost tripped over, having to lean on the wall to keep standing. Seizing the opportunity, Kayleigh closed a hand around Miranda's upper arm.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Kayleigh said, in a low, husky voice. "Looks like you could use some air. Come on, I'll walk you."

"Oh...that's kind of you...I think...I think I might have had too much to drink.."

"Don't worry, princess. Just lean on me."

Kayleigh then led Miranda through a fire exit door, away from the looks of a crowd that was too busy to notice anyway.

"Brrr....it's cold...I should grab a coat...", remarked Miranda once outside.

Kayleigh led Miranda a few blocks away towards her flat. Miranda noticed the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Is..hic!...is this a student accommodation?"

"Relax. I just need to get a coat for you. You are still cold, right?"

"Oh yeah....thanks...I'm freezing..."

"Almost there, princess," Kayleigh purred.

They finally reached the door to Kayleigh's flat. After they passed the door, Kayleigh closed it shut behind them. Miranda blinked, realising something was wrong. She pushed Kayleigh hard against the doorframe.

"Where am I? Let me go!" Kayleigh's reaction was immediate. She slapped Miranda's cheek hard and grabbed a fistful of her dark blonde hair. She then pulled the girl's head back and slammed her against the wall. Before Miranda could shout, Kayleigh covered her mouth with a hand.

"Be quiet, missy! Or I'm gonna tell people you stalked and assaulted me for being a lesbian!" Miranda froze. She was no homophobe. And even in her drunken state she was terrified by the idea of such an accusation on her reputation.

Without wasting a second, Kayleigh grabbed Miranda's top and pulled it. The top tore almost apart. A shocked Miranda tried to fight back, but Kayleigh easily pinned her against a wall with a knee and then grabbed the girl by the hair.

"Stop fighting!" Kayleigh hissed, "Or all campus will know how you assaulted a gay woman in her own home!"

The accusation threw Miranda off guard again. Taking advantage of that, Kayleigh's mouth found one of Miranda's nipple. She bit it before drawing it deep into her mouth. The sudden, hard suction stunned Miranda. The older woman's free hand unbuttoned Miranda's trousers and shoved roughly past her panties, fingers feeling wetness building up between the girl's legs. "See?" Kayleigh mocked, her tongue licking Miranda's nipple. "Your body already knows who owns it."

Miranda wanted to protest. This was not happening. Not to her! But before she could, Kayleigh's experienced fingers found their way past Miranda's panties, twisting her clit in ways no man had ever before.

A high, breathless "Ohhh..." rose from Miranda's throat as her body betrayed her.

"Well...it seems our campus princess might not be so straight after all!"

Kayleigh then pinched one of Miranda's nipples, which hardened almost immediately.

"Admit it, No stupid boy ever made you come like that." Kayleigh demanded assertively between bites on her nipples, her free hand circling Miranda's throat in a possessing way.

"N..no...that's not...aahhh!", her denial interrupted by another gasp as Kayleigh's thumb found her clit, rubbing it with clinical precision. "Say it!" Kayleigh snarled, twisting Miranda's hair until her scalp burned.

"N...no, please...stop...ahhh!" But Kayleigh was not about to take prisoners. She inserted two fingers deep into Miranda's pussy and immediately found Miranda's weak spot. A spot unspoilt by the male touch. Miranda's body immediately responded to the stimulation, sending spasms of pleasure through her spine.

"N..no!" Miranda gasped, trying to get away.

"Whack!" as a sharp slap hit her face, forcing her head to the side.

"Don't resist me! I can feel you like it!" Kayleigh's mouth went for one of Miranda's nipples. She started sucking it so hard that Miranda cried out in a mix of pain and arousal. At the same time, Kayleigh's thumb ground against Miranda's clit while her fingers plunged in her pussy, immediately finding her most sensitive spot. This dual assault was too much for Miranda. Her vision blurred and she experienced another unstoppable orgasm with a loud moan. Satisfied, Kayleigh withdrew her fingers, letting the girl collapse to the floor.

"Still not convinced, princess?" Kayleigh sneered.

Miranda did not have time to react. Kayleigh knelt between her legs. Her furiously lashed against the girl's clit, while two fingers worked their way up her pussy.

"Oh...mmmm...". Miranda moaned as a second climax shook through her body. Kayleigh smiled. "I bet your boyfriend never made you come like this!"

"Let alone make you come more than once, and I'm not finished with you yet!"

She underlined each word with slaps to Miranda's inner thighs, before plunging her fingers back inside. Ruthlessly, the experienced woman worked Miranda through an explosive third orgasm. Miranda the sagged along the wall to the floor.

Not yet done, Kayleigh grabbed Miranda's hair. She yanked the girl's head back with a sudden pull. "Wakey, wakey, little girl. Look at me!"

Miranda, drained by the intense orgasms, offered no resistance.

"One last time, princess. Who fucks you better?" Miranda's lips trembled Her mind was in a haze of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss. She had never come that hard before. Not at the hands of her boyfriend. Not at the hands of any man. Kayleigh's dominant presence was all that remained.

"You," Miranda whispered, the word cracking like thin ice. "Only you."

With a triumphant smile, Kayleigh' let Miranda's hair go, hear head bowing in utter surrender.

Kayleigh then grabbed Miranda's chin, forcing her to look into Kayleigh's icy blue eyes. "You like this, don't you?" Kayleigh taunted.

While part of Miranda wanted to deny it, she could not ignore her body. She did like this. Kayleigh smirked, brushing her lips against Miranda's ear.

"Say it," she whispered in a deep and husky voice, "Say you're mine."

Miranda's will to resist had all but evaporated. Beneath the post-orgasmic haze and alcoholic fumes, something new stirred. A hunger she had never known. Until then.

Finally Miranda realised what she had been missing all her life. Not the adoration of boys. Not their self-conscious love-making. What Kayleigh offered was new, exciting, almost forbidden. She did not treat her as a princess. Instead she offered undiluted, feral passion. And absolute control. Deep down she had always longed for that. To be owned. To be freed of expectations. To just be. "I'm yours," Miranda whispered.

"Louder!"

"I'm yours," Miranda repeated slightly louder.

Kayleigh grabbed Miranda's cheek, pulling her head back.

"Say it like you mean it, princess."

"I'm yours, all yours!" said Miranda almost shouting.

Satisfied, Kayleigh lifted Miranda up by the hair and shoved her into the bedroom.

She then ordered the girl to kneel at the foot of the bed. Kayleigh squatted down beside her and grabbed her jaw. "Time to taste your place," Kayleigh hissed.

She pulled off her ankle boots, revealing her sweaty feet. She sat down on the bed in front of the young girl and pressed her bare foot against Miranda's lips.

"Lick my sole." Miranda instinctively recoiled, but Kayleigh pressed her sole firmly against Miranda's cheek. "I said lick it!" Kayleigh commanded in a deep, venomous voice. Miranda should have felt disgusted. But as her tongue tasted the pungent flavour of Kayleigh's sole, her tentative licks started becoming more and more passionate. She, the beauty queen of the campus, licking a middle-aged dyke's sole. It was unthinkable. It was....exhilarating. It was freedom.

Kayleigh grinned triumphantly at seeing the former straight princess now completely enthralled by her new mistress.

Kayleigh told Miranda to get on the bed. Miranda did not move when Kayleigh sat on her and leaned down close, whispering "What a good girl you are."

These words made something stir inside Miranda. Something she had long forgotten. Kayleigh's every touch, the way her hips ground against Miranda's with such passion, it was all a new wave of sensations hitting her like a tsunami. This is what she had always craved in her past relationships with men.

Kayleigh held Miranda's wrists down on the bed. Miranda was breathing really hard. Kayleigh's tongue started moving slowly around Miranda's nipples, her fingers touching the girls most sensitive spot inside her pussy. Miranda's back arched against the bed.

"Please..." she said in a shaky voice, her legs tightening around Kayleigh's fingers.

"Please what? Say it, I wanna hear it!"

"Please let me come...please..." Kayleigh's fingers stopped moving. She held Mirandas hips really tight. "What was that?" Kayleigh asked softly. Miranda's body was shaking, desperately seeking release.

"Please!" Miranda said loudly. With a sharp thrust of her fingers, Kayleigh rewarded her. Miranda came with a loud moan as her orgasm ripped through her.

Kayleigh continued. She continued on and on. She desired to totally undo Miranda. She used both hands to spank Miranda's breasts. The elder woman's lust was only heightened by Miranda's gasping. She undressed and climbed on top of Miranda. They were embracing each other tightly. Kayleigh positioned her pussy over Miranda's, allowing their clits to come into contact. In the meantime, Miranda's tiny breasts were totally engulfed by her bigger, sagging ones. Kayleigh then began massaging Miranda. Miranda's sensitive nub was being pounded by Kayleigh's big clit. Miranda's nipples were brushing against the elder woman's erect ones at the same moment. The pleasure Miranda was experiencing completely overpowered her. She put her arms around Kayleigh and wrapped her legs around the dominant woman's hips. She pushed hard against Kayleigh's shoulder blades to get even closer to her. Every time Kayleigh's hips moved, the bedframe creaked. Other than the young woman's groans, there was simply the sound of their skin smacking against one another. Kayleigh was aware that the girl was on the verge of an orgasm.

She said, "I want to hear you say who owns you."

"You...ahhh...you do...mmm..I'm all yours..."

Pleased with the answer, Kayleigh redoubled her efforts. Miranda came with another loud moan. This did not stop Kayleigh, who kept going. She wanted to drive Miranda to ecstasies she never knew existed. Rewire her brain to embrace her new life as Kayleigh's lesbian girlfriend. Orgasm followed orgasm until Miranda finally collapsed under her completely spent.

Kayleigh gave the girl a few minutes to recover. It was time for the next stage of Miranda's transformation. "Your look does not suit my new girlfriend."

Before Miranda could say anything Kayleigh pulled her by the hair to the kitchen and made her sit down in a chair. "Stay there."

She then went to the bathroom and came back with an electric razor. She turned on the razor, letting the buzzing noise fill the room. Miranda flinched.

"Don't be scared, my little pet. We need to show everyone the new you!"

With that she started shaving the sides of Miranda's hair. Locks of honey blonde hair fell to the floor as the razor carved a path through Miranda's hair. When she finished, she fetched a bottle of hair dye and carefully rubbed it into Miranda's now short hair. She then took Miranda to the sink to wash off the excess dye. Finally she cam back from the bathroom with a hairdryer. Once done drying Miranda's hair, she stepped back, admiring her work.

"A new look for a new life!", exclaimed Kayleigh.

She then fetched a small mirror to show Miranda her new look. Gone were her honey blonde tresses. Replacing them was a short, side-swept undercut dyed platinum blonde that gave her a distinct edgy look.

"Time to dress my masterpiece," Kayleigh said, rising to rummage in a wardrobe. Kayleigh produced a cheap pink tracksuit. It was a far cry from Miranda's elegant and feminine clothes. Kayleigh wanted everyone to know how she had claimed a popular straight girl and turned her into a proud lesbian. "Put it on," she commanded.

Miranda obeyed. The tracksuit not only erased her feminine curves but also gave her a distinct working class look, so alien to her former self. "There," Kayleigh purred, adjusting the collar with rough hands. "That's more like it! Now you look the part of my girlfriend." Miranda swallowed. That was it. She had left her old life behind, all in a single night of eye opening passion.

Sensing Miranda's thoughts, Kayleigh grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up.

"Say you want to belong to me." Miranda's mind could no longer deny it, as her lips parted obediently. "I want to belong to you."

"Good girl."

Kayleigh rewarded her with a passionate French kiss. She already imagined the reactions as she'd march Miranda straight through the university's main quad during peak lunch hour, fingers hooked possessively in the girl's cheap tracksuit waistband. Let them see what she'd done to their precious straight-girl poster child--the bleached hair, the tacky tracksuit, the way Miranda would adoringly look at her. Miranda whimpered as Kayleigh's fingers twisted tighter in her new platinum strands, dragging her toward the apartment's lone mirror. "Look," Kayleigh commanded, pressing Miranda's flushed face close to the glass.

"Tomorrow, your boyfriend sees this... and watches you kiss me."," Kayleigh hissed.

Part of Miranda wanted to protest, to resist. But the new Miranda burned hotter, her heart beating with excitement at the idea of being seen, claimed so publicly by Kayleigh. She imagined the shocked whispers, the stunned glances from girls who'd not yet realised the pleasure and freedom they were missing--the way Kayleigh's rough grip would possessively hold her as they crossed the campus. Heat pooled low in her belly, shame twisting into something new: a deep desire to be fully owned and reshaped by Kayleigh. Kayleigh smirked, dragging her thumbnail down Miranda's throat. "You want them to know," she whispered, her breath hot against Miranda's ear. "Want them to see your new identity." Miranda could no longer deny the truth: she did want it. Wanted the scandal, the uproar, the way Kayleigh's ownership would rewrite her life permanently.

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The university quadrangle buzzed with the excitement of the coming Christmas holiday--until Kayleigh shoved Miranda through the main doors. A collective gasp ripped through the crowd as students froze mid-stride. Miranda's new look made her almost unrecognizable: her platinum undercut like a bright beacon of her new identity and the cheap pink tracksuit such a far cry from her elegant style. Incredulous whispers spread through the crowd and for a moment Miranda felt unsure. But Kayleigh's firm hand on her neck strengthened her resolve. Liam, Miranda's ex, walked in eyes widening in disbelief at the unrecognizable girl standing in front of him. Before he could speak, Kayleigh spun Miranda, and gave her an intense, open-mouthed kiss that smeared lipstick across both their faces. Miranda kissed back passionately, her hands gripping Kayleigh's gold belt as Liam shouted, "Miranda, what--". After what seemed like an endless minute, Kayleigh broke the kiss, wiping Miranda's saliva from her chin with a smirk. "Problem, pretty boy?" she taunted. "She prefers pussy now." Liam turned to Miranda "Mir...please tell me this is just a sick joke."

The crowd started snickering at the scene taking place before their eyes: the popular jock having been dumped by his girlfriend for a rather butch lesbian. Undeterred, Miranda stood tall, supported, both physically and morally, by Kayleigh's arm around her waist. "Show them who you are," Kayleigh commanded, her hand patting Miranda's bum. Miranda's eyes shone with a newfound pride as she turned to face the Liam. "I belong to Kayleigh forever--she is the only one who truly knows how to satisfy me and the rest of you really have no clue," she declared, in a defiant voice. And with that she turned her back to a deflated Liam and a silenced crowd, leaving the university hand in hand with Kayleigh.

The university's golden girl had claimed her new identity not only as a proud lesbian, but as Kayleigh's adoring and submissive girlfriend.