She learns about tribbing.

Jeff moved her hips and closed her eyes, savouring her wife’s touch, seeking to enhance it with her movements. It felt utterly different. Incredibly erotic. Feminine, soft and yielding. Leila was in control and Jeff was all hers now.

Leila took the lead confidently as she moved herself so that their two pussy’s rested together, their legs entwined and smirked at Jeff as though reading the new girl’s mind. Jeff licked her lips nervously, uncertain as to what to expect but undeniably aroused. This position was new to her. With a cock it made sense. Without ...? She felt self-conscious, asking herself whether what she was doing was sexy or wrong. But Leila knew what she was doing. Leila was in control.

Jeff sighed. They were now both physically very similar. Leila was Jeff’s fantasy woman made flesh and now she was almost her wife’s twin. Except uncertain and pliant - easily manipulated. Jeff looked from her own small rounded breasts to her wife’s and swallowed. So alike. Then she looked from her wife’s shaven sex to her own. Delicate lips. Puffy flesh about it. She had a pussy now.

“Hold on pet...” Then Leila started to rub her sex against Jeff’s. Jeff’s eyes widened at the pleasurable pressure as their hairless smooth crotches slid with across each other. Her clit and mound felt every delectable part of her wife’s sex. Skin pressed skin. Again Jeff moaned as she rocked her hips with growing agitation. Their vulvae ground together. Jeff pushed back into her and her pleasure was heightened. Her pussy was on fire. Her little clit was too damned sensitive!

“This Princess is called Tribbing or scissoring. Feels good doesn’t it Princess?” Leila prompted as their interlocked legs allowed them to stimulate each other. Leila was enjoying the height difference that made her the taller one now. “Every good lesbian lover knows this trick...”

Jeff nodded and whimpered with need. She would never have guessed that tribbing would feel so natural, so right. She found this all unbelievably erotic. Incredibly intense. Jeff barely recognized herself now. She was frottaging with her wife as a lesbian. A submissive one at that. New instincts made things feel easy despite their strangeness. Leila grabbed Jeff’s hands and guided them to her nipples.

"You're mine now Princess," Leila told Jeff. "My little pussy. I'm your Mistress. I own you."

The words sent an unaccountable shudder of arousal through Princess. As Jeff he'd always been the one in control. Yet somehow, the thought of being dominated was an incredible turn on. And that arousal increased at the knowledge that it was her wife who was the one who had emasculated her and was controlling her.