4 comments/ 87783 views/ 31 favorites Enslaved Roommate By: Cenobyte Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or otherwise legally restricted from viewing material of an erotic nature GO AWAY! If you are offended by sexually explicit material why are you here in the first place? * I'm kneeling on the floor, my knees aching from the thin carpet covering the concrete, the tops of the stockings tight on my thighs and her pussy cream slowly drying to a crust on my face. How did I end up like this? I'd cry, but there are no tears left in me, and making matters worse, the final degradation, the feeling of wetness even now sliding down my thighs to slowly soak into the stocking. I was beginning to get turned on by her abuse, my humiliation and the degrading acts she makes me perform. It wasn't always this way. Graduating high school I'd looked forward to university, a new start far from home. It wasn't that I was mistreated or picked on in high school, just overlooked. I didn't really date, spent most of my time studying, and didn't really have any close friends. At an age when most of my peers were running around partying and hooking up I was largely below the radar. I'm not bad looking, blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a tight body from gymnastics. Its just I never really felt comfortable with people in my school. Every once in a while I'd try to go out on a date, but after shutting down every attempt to feel me up or anything beyond a quick hug the guys began to just leave me alone. Finally, university! I was looking forward to moving into my res room and meeting my new roommate. Well...I was looking forward to moving into my new res room at least. When I arrived she was already there, her stuff laid out on the bed closest to the window, some kind of industrial/trance remix blasting while she threw things into the drawers on her side of the room. Hardly an auspicious start, I was revolted by her music, she was making a mess all over, and she looked at me as I walked in without the slightest indication of welcome, or even interest. I knew the type, always dressed in ragged black, army boots, chip on her shoulder two miles wide, black lipstick, nail polish, the whole nine yards. Somehow I'd managed to get paired up with a goth urban death ghoul, I'd seen her kind in my high school, always wondered if they were about to go Columbine on us. I managed a smile, walking over and holding out my hand. "Cheryl" I introduced myself, waiting with my hand outstretched. She grunted and carried on unpacking her things. I didn't bother trying again, just turned back to my side and began my own unpacking. This was to be the gist of our relationship during the first two months we shared the room, indifference weighted with moments of active dislike. For my part this period was one of escalating anger as I found the environment impossible to study when she was home blasting her god-awful "music", but fortunately she was rarely in the room. Often I wouldn't see her for days, which was great for me as I enjoyed the solitude, but when she came home it was seldom alone. The girl was such a whore! There was a different guy with her weekly, sometimes more often than that. In the one conversation we had had in two months together she informed me that if there was a post-it on the door it meant stay out. It was mid-October when it all came to a head. For the third day in a row I came back from dinner to find a post-it on the door. I'm not trying to be a bitch about this, but I figured enough was enough, I wasn't spending another evening in the library because my roommate was a slut. I jammed my key in the lock and swung the door open. She was on top, her skirt still on, her shirt off, pinching her nipples as she rode the guy lying below her on the bed. As I walked in she spun to look at me, hand covering her breasts as the guy below her pushed her off and to the side. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" she screamed, jumping off the bed and walking towards me, "You didn't see the fucking post-it?" I looked at her, "I'm not staying out of my room just because you'll fuck anything with a penis", I snarled back, though backing of a step as she continued to advance. "If you want to be a whore do it somewhere else" She stopped, her lips white with fury, neither of us noticing the guy slipping out of bed and out of the room closing the door behind him. "What did you call me?" she asked, her voice soft but colder than a winter wind. "I called you a fucking slut" I responded, noticing the quaver in my voice as my back hit the closed door behind me, "This is my room too." She stepped forward again, standing so close her bare nipples were almost brushing my shirt. "What did you call me? A slut? A whore?" Before I could even respond she slapped me, the sound banging through the room like the crack of a whip, a red hot pain spreading across my cheek. Even as I was raising my hand to my cheek a second slap hit the other side. "Say it again," she snarled, "Come on bitch, show me how tough you are." I was holding my hands up in front of my face, trying to protect myself, sobbing and mumbling for her to leave me alone. Out of nowhere she punched me, the closed fist striking my unprotected stomach and doubling me over with pain. I'd never been in a fight, never been punched before, and as the air rushed out of my lungs I nearly fell to the ground. A searing pain in my scalp brought me back up as she pulled me upright by a handful of hair and slapped my face again. "What's wrong bitch, not feeling so shit hot now?" she mocked me, dragging me by my hair to the middle of the room. A second punch to the stomach sent me tumbling to the ground, and a well placed kick kept me there, even bare footed the pain of her kick lanced trough my side like a bullet. "What?" she asked, walking slowly around my prostrate form, "I can't hear you, maybe you need some help speaking up." She drew her foot back for another kick as I instinctively curled up in a ball. "Stop, don't" I pleaded, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I was sobbing on the ground, all anger washed away in my terror of her hitting me again. She crouched down beside my head, grabbing a handful of my hair and lifting my head up. Through tear blurred eyes I could see her matted pubic hair under her black skirt, I could smell her sex even through my running nose as I sobbed. She leaned forward, and suddenly spat in my face. I swatted at her from my prone position, hitting her arm but with little force. Her eyes widened, pure rage flowing across them as she hauled her arm back and slapped me across the face while still holding my head up by my hair. The pain was incredible, the force of the blow far beyond her earlier slaps, my scalp feeling as though the handful of hair had been ripped out by its roots. I tried to scream, but she'd already let my head drop, stood and drawn her foot back. Even as I prepared to shriek the kick landed on my side and I curled around the ball of fire it released in my guts. A second kick smacked into my back, straightening me back out in a rigid pose of pure agony, before a third straight to the lower belly finished the job and I fainted. I awoke to her prodding me with her toe, the pain in my back and stomach barely diminished from the initial blows. Terror slammed through me like another one of her kicks, she was going to keep beating me, she was going to beat me to death. If I had any fight in me it was gone, all I wanted was to not be hit again. Catching my breath and gasping through the sobs I began to beg her not to hurt me any more, pleading with her to stop. She stood above me, her breasts heaving with the exertion of beating me. "You want me to stop, bitch? You've had enough?" she taunted me, prodding me with her toes again eliciting another whimper. "You want to say sorry now, apologize for what you did?" I was beyond caring, beyond pride, I was mumbling my apologies through my sobs, incoherently promises that I would respect her, anything else that came to mind. Nonetheless, as thoroughly defeated as I was I still hesitated when she said "I want you to apologize properly, I want you to kiss my feet" she smiled, a vile mocking smirk as she moved one foot towards my face. My hesitation must have been obvious as she stopped where she was and then kicked me in the head instead. It wasn't a hard blow, she knew she had already won, just enough to remind me of how terrified I really was and to start my begging all over again. As the foot moved forward again I wasted no time, rolling onto my stomach, groveling before her as I leaned forward and kissed her bare foot. "I'll tell you when to stop", she said, a smile playing evilly across her face as she demeaned me, "You have a lot to make up for." I said nothing, crying as I played my lips across her bare feet, kissing her toes and foot as she presented them. Drawing back she moved to sit on her bed, I began to stand up, the ordeal finally over. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped, "Did I tell you to stand? Did I tell you to move?" I froze, anger welling up in me again. Who did she think she was? I began to stand again, when, like a shot from a sniper's rifle a fist struck the side of my face, ringing my ear with a circle of flame and filling my mouth with the taste of blood. "You are a stupid cunt," she swore at me, kicking me repeatedly as I writhed "Haven't you figured out yet who's the boss here?" She punctuated each work with another kick, as I lay there. I reached out, grabbing her ankle, and before she could wrench her foot out from my hands I drew it to my lips and began to rain kisses on it, mumbling I'm sorry. She finally pulled her foot free, spitting something like "That's more like it" at me as she strode back to sit on her bed again. "Come here" she snapped, beckoning me imperiously, "Crawl over to me." Without a moment's hesitation I crawled like an animal to her, bending down to kiss her feet again as soon as I arrived. For a while she sat there, watching me kiss her feet, occasionally telling me to switch feet or kiss a particular toe. Finally, placing a foot on my forehead, she pushed my head back making me look up. I was shocked to see her skirt was above her waist and she was stroking her clit, the hair on her pubis matted and damp. "I'm glad to see you've figured out what happens when you don't do what I say," she looked into my eyes, a smirk on her face, "But I really think the apology isn't enough. You see, I was having a really good time until you decided to barge in and fuck up my night, and so I think you should make it up to me." She looked at me, her finger moving faster across the top of her pussy as she watched the impact of what she said slowly making its way through my mind. I couldn't, I wouldn't, and yet if I didn't she would only beat me until I did it anyway. Tentatively I reached up, prepared to do what I had to to end this. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spat, watching as I pulled my hand back like I was burned. "I thought you wanted me to..." I trailed off as I stammered, unable to say what I thought. "You thought I wanted you to what?" she demanded, obviously enjoying my discomfort, enjoying the view of me on my knees before her dying of shame as I prepared to tell her what I thought she wanted. "I thought you wanted me to...touch you...uh, masturbate you." I choked it out, my face hot and red. She laughed, "Stupid girl," she snickered, as relief ran through me, she didn't want me to do it, "Its not your fingers I'm expecting you to use." She continued, the smirk growing wider on her face as what she said sank in. Quick as lightning her fingers were intertwined in my hair, drawing my head back so I was staring straight into her eyes. "You know what happens if you don't do what you're told, don't you?" she asked, all saccharine sweetness. I nodded, numb and broken, already knowing I was about to do the unthinkable for her (little did I know how far from the truly unthinkable this was). She kept her eyes locked on mine as she drew my unresisting head forward, taking her time, letting me feel each moment as her wetness and scent grew closer. Suddenly she stopped, dragging again on my hair to hold me in place. Her pussy was two inches away, I could see every detail of the puffy reddened lips, the bead of cream glistening on the damp pubic hair surrounding those lips, the clitoris standing like a tiny penis, pink and wet. "I want you to kiss it," she murmured, her voice husky with excitement, "I want you to lean forward, and slowly kiss my pussy. Kiss your new owner." Revulsion swept through me at the idea, so strongly I was almost nauseated, and yet, somewhere in the darkest depth of my soul something must've clicked as I felt the slightest warmth in my own pussy even as she said it. I leaned forward, the marine scent of her sex mixed with a musky smell I would later learn was the smell of a man's cock. I paused, hesitating, she didn't force me further. She knew I was going to obey, knew I was too afraid of what she would do to me not to. Rather than make me perform this demeaning act she was willing to wait, to have me do it on my own, to savour the act of submission she knew would break my will. I did it, my lips caressed her wetness, unbidden my tongue touched them, my first taste of a woman. "Nice," she murmured, her hands returning to my head, "Now please me, and do it slowly. I want you to realize every moment exactly what you're doing. I want you to kneel here between my legs licking my pussy, while I cum in your face, knowing that this is your life from now on." I went cold at this, at the idea that this was not a one time thing, that she would expect me to do this again and again, and yet I didn't stop. Deep down inside I had known the moment I kissed her foot she was going to use me from then on. As her thighs clenched around my head and the wetness of her first orgasm of the night smeared my face and coated my tongue I knew she had won. Tonight I am dressed in the stockings she likes and was wearing a teddy style nightie that matched until she pulled it off of me as she threw me face down over the bed. I heard the belt sliding out of her pants, but have learned that its worse if I struggle. With a whistle the belt sailed down, lashing across my quivering ass, a second and a third followed before I lost count and just began begging. It never helps, she punishes me as she sees fit and stops when she feels like it. She saw me last night, talking to a guy from one of my classes. I'm not permitted to date, and she felt I was too close to him. She had gone out, she's seeing some guy from one of the local garage bands, I'm guessing she had sex since she likes to hurt me after she's gotten laid. Says it reminds her of how we first hooked up (her term for enslaving, degrading and torturing me). I know what comes next anyway, she's had me lick her pussy clean, the taste of his semen still fresh in my mouth, she's gone down the hall to buy some bottled water, when she gets back she'll probably want me to tongue her asshole. So I kneel here waiting, knowing the truth. As my wet pussy shows, even if I could escape her, I'll never escape what she's made me. Enslaved Roommate My last class for the week let out at 4, and I packed up my books to go back to the dorm. As I headed out of classroom, a boy I recognized from another of my classes called out to me and came to talk. "Hey Tina," he mumbled, mostly staring at the ground but occasionally sweeping his gaze up over my breasts, briefly into my eyes, and back down to the ground, lingering a little more on my breasts each time. I've gotten pretty accustomed to the 'double pass,' over the years with my 36Cs. Between my auburn hair, perky tits, and round ass I'm most nerds' fantasy, with just enough extra meat on my bones that they think they have a shot. Not that I can blame them; I'd fuck the shit out of myself. And I really would because I'm gay, which made the question I saw coming all the more depressing. "I was wondering if you'd want to get dinner with me and then study or something," the boy continued. Classy... I thought. Who could possibly suspect "or something?" "Sorry," I lied, "I have plans with my girlfriend." He gulped and scurried away as they always do. Unfortunately I wasn't very good at holding down girlfriends as I had an unfortunate tendency to go down on every dyke who'd let me. My last girlfriend left me when she came home and found her neighbor rubbing her wet cunt up and down my face. I sighed and headed back towards my dorm. I didn't have a girlfriend, but at least I still had porn. I arrived at my room and saw my roommate Diana at my computer wearing a bathrobe. "Is there something wrong with yours?" I asked, trying to mask my annoyance. "Sorry," she said turning towards me in my chair, "I needed to check my email in a hurry and yours was already on." She cocked her head sideways and pouted a little with a look that I'm sure would get her anything she wanted from men. Goddamnit I hated having a roommate prettier than me. She had a perfect hourglass figure with firm, heaving breasts. Her black hair framed a slender face and fell halfway down her back. Her usual clubbing outfit of thigh-high boots, short skirt, and halter top made my pussy drool. Did she have any idea how frustrating it was to see her in her underwear? How long afterwards I'd picture those perfect breasts slapping my face from side to side? "Ok, well are you done? I need it." "Well it's funny you should mention that because I found some interesting stuff on here." She smirked and pulled up my web history. She thumbed through a few dozen tabs of lesbian bdsm porn. Women on women flogging, foot-worshipping, strapon-fucking, cunt-licking; picture after picture before coming to rest on one of busty brunette smothering a redhead beneat her ass. "I bet you liked this one, didn't you? They look an awful lot like us. Do you want to eat my ass, Tina? Lick my feet? Be my slave?" "I'm getting an RA, you had no right to invade my privacy like that," I spat as I grabbed the door handle and pried it open. "I'd let you, you know," she added with a cock of her head. Every muscle in my body froze, and paused for just a moment staring out the half open door. Was she serious? I should run out of there as fast as I could, but still... was she serious? It was too late, Diana noticed my hesitation. "Oh my god, you are such a fucking pervert," she laughed and slapped her thigh. "And you're a fucking bitch." I pulled the door open the rest of the way and tried to take a step out... but I couldn't. Why would I walk away from this? It wasn't normal? So? Neither was I. I stood paralyzed in the doorway for a few seconds more. "Close the door, slut," Diana ordered in a commanding tone straight out of my fantasies. I let go, and the door slammed shut. "Good girl, turn around." I did as told and turned to see Diana toss her robe across the room. She stood naked and Amazonian, her left foot atop my bed. "You want to suck these, Tina?" she asked, gathering her breasts up and together, leaning over to flick her tongue over her own nipples. "Yes..." I whispered, lacking any motivation to lie. Was Diana gay too? And a domme at that? Fuck classes, I'd never leave my room. "No..." she teased shaking her head and dropping her breasts. "I think you want to suck on this." She slapped her box with a wet, filthy smack. I gasped and nodded weakly, unable to speak. "Is that a yes, slave?" "Y-Yes... mistress... but I, I didn't think..." "No, Tina," she interrupted, "I'm not a dyke, but I can still appreciate a hot naked chick, and I definitely enjoy a good poon job here and there, and if you're as big a lezzie slut as you seem like right now, I imagine you've gotten pretty good at them. Have you skank? Are you a slutty pussy pleaser?" "Yes, Mistress," I affirmed, still not sure if this was real. "So here's the deal. I'm not doing any gay shit, but if you're so eager to be some lesbian slut, then I can see some advantages in having a slave for a roommate. You do want to be my slave, don't you Tina? To be a submissive and collared pussy-pleaser like all these dykes you're looking at?" "Yes Mistress," I said again, still whispering but excitedly. I began sinking to my knees, the proper position for a sex slave. "Stand back up, bitch!" she stopped me. "If you're a sex slave, dress like one, then get back on your knees." I nodded and stood back up before disrobing as fast as I could. She wanted me naked, was she bi-curious after all? Or did she just like the power trip? I was so excited to show off my tits to my new owner that I nearly ripped my shirt. I unsnapped my bra with my trademark lift to bounce my boobs in the process. I stopped briefly to circle my small areolae and pinch my long, hard nipples. Finally, I peeled my panties off, a long ribbon of juice extended from the panties to my shaved cunt and dripped onto my jeans. "You're creaming your panties this much just from being degraded? Diana asked? "And you shave your pussy? You really are a filthy slut, aren't you?" I nodded assent and waited for her to continue. "Right, here's the deal. From now on, while in this room, you're not permitted to wear clothing. Oh, except for a collar. I bet you have one of those, don't you, whore?" I nodded again, my cheeks burning and my cunt overflowing in shame. "You will do all of the cleaning. You will expect nothing from me, understand slut?" "Yes, Mistress Diana, of course." "Good, now I'm sure a dyke as filthy as you has quite a toy stash, go get them for me, Tina-bitch." I crawled to my closet to retrieve my hidden stash of sex toys and brought it back before my owner. I rummaged around to find a leash and leather collar studded with gaudy red stones, and I offered it to Diana. "Good girl, this will do nicely," she said as she clasped the collar around my neck. "Now let's see if you're as obedient as those sluts you watch online. Kiss my feet." I marveled at her bare feet and her emerald green nails. She lifted her feet and rubbed them over each side of my feet. I gasped and fell onto all fours, barely able to stop myself from sticking my fingers as deep in my cunt as they'd go. "Suck those toes, Tina-bitch." "Thank you, Mistress!" I gasped again and sucked her whole left foot into my mouth, basically fellating it. "Why aren't you playing with yourself, cunt? Aren't you into this shit?" "I'm sorry, Diana, I didn't know I had permission." "Holy shit, Tina, permission? You're a pretty fucked-up cunt. Yes, you have permission to finger yourself. I expect you to come before you get any further than my feet." "Mhhmm" I moaned as I reached a free hand down to furiously rub my snatch. "Oh, that's it bitch. Moan for me, show me how fucking pathetic you are. A fucking lezzie skank lying on the floor sucking my fucking toes. God this is so fucking hot." I glanced up and saw her hand inside the hem of her skirt fidgeting with her pussy. I quickly looked away but the sight filled me ecstasy, was there a chance I could turn this goddess? To make her my lesbian domme? "Tell me, Tina! Lick the soles of my feet and tell me how pathetic you are!" I licked as long a path as I could, winding from heel to ball across to the little toe. "I'm worthless, Mistress Diana. I'm immensely privileged just to have the honor of being your property. Of licking your gorgeous feet. I thank you for a gift that I don't deserve." "Oh that's the stuff, slut. There's nothing sexier to me than humiliation. Get lower! Rub your cunt on the floor like a dog, like a bitch in heat. That's all you are, isn't it cunt?" "Yes, Mistress!" I gasped "I'm nothing to you, I'm less than a dog, I have no purpose beyond worshipping you. Oh god, your feet. Mmhm. Uhh." I continued licking as my orgasm approached, stealing any coherency in my speech. "Do I have... permission... to come,... Mistress?" I asked in desperate gasps. I looked up to see her lips parted in rapture, a finger clearly moving in and out of her cunt beneath her skirt. "Actually, this permission thing is a neat idea," she laughed. "No, slut, you can't come. Not yet. Turn over on your back." I nodded desperately and did as told. She placed both feet down on top of my face, nearly smothering me. "I want my Tina-bitch to get as close as you can, then grope your tits and beg 'Please, Mistress Diana, fuck my cunt with your foot." I moaned at the filth of her order and continued slowly pleasing myself, getting inches from my climax as I licked her soles. She moved one foot from my face to my breast and played with it, slapping it from side to side and pinching my engorged nipple between her toes. When I couldn't take it anymore I rasped "Please, Mistress Diana, I beg you! Please fuck my filthy whore cunt with your beautiful foot." I reached both hands to my tits and mashed them together while she moved a foot down to my crotch, leaving the other on my face. She pushed down on both and mashed my cunt with her foot. It was indelicate, almost painful, but I was so far gone it didn't matter. I clutched my thighs around her foot and humped it for all it was worth as my orgasm began. I started moaning louder and louder until Diana thrust her toes into my gaping mouth, gagging me as I came. "Holy fuck, slave. Do you always spray like that?" I looked up at her in confusion before following her gaze down to my feet. Sure enough, drops of glistening cunt juice marked a trail across the room and onto the side of my bedsheets. "I hope you like the smell of your own cunt, whore, because it looks like that's what you'll be sleeping with. But more importantly, it's time for you to go downtown." She stood and tugged the leash, bringing me stumbling back up to my knees. She took two steps forward, jerked my face toward the ceiling with the leash, and lowered her crotch onto my face. Her thighs wrapped around my head, blocking out the rest of the room. Her crotch was my entire universe. The air in this universe was humid, no saturated with her cunt juice from her masturbation. The scent was intoxicating, I nearly hyperventilated trying to smell as much of her aroma as I could. She kept her pussy trimmed, but not bare, and her bush scratched against my cheeks and nose. As I drew in her musk. "Suck that cunt, whore," her voice boomed from outside my miniature heaven. I mashed my mouth as far into her folds as I could go, bathing in her juices. If I wanted to turn her, this would have to be the best orgasm of her life. Painfully neglecting my need to rub my own clit, I reached one hand up to finger her hole, and one to tickle her asshole while I French-kissed her clit. "Oh fuck, you're even better than I hoped, skank. Fuck, I'm going to cum!" NO! Fuck! I swore in my head. It was too early, I hadn't accounted for how close she got herself just watching my humiliation. I changed my licking to cover her whole labia, pushing vigorously so she wouldn't suspect I was stalling. "What the fuck happened, slut?!" She reached down and viciously slapped my bare ass. "You trying to squeeze out a little extra time in my cunt?" "No, Mistress Diana, you've just been so generous to your worthless slave that I wanted to make sure to give you the best orgasm you've ever had." "Well it had fucking better be if I'm letting you dyke out on me for it. Now show me what those lezzie-lips can do you pathetic carpet-muncher, you cunt-lapping dyke whore." Her insults took the last bit of my self control as I sucked her clit between my lips and pressed. "Oh that's it, you fucking lezzie bitch, you pussy-pleasing skank! Suck that fucking clit like only a dyke could. AhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her knees gave out as she came, bringing her full weight down through her cunt onto my face. I struggled to hold her there and lick her juices as she came down from climax. She stepped back and sat down, propping her feet on my shoulders like I was an ottoman. "Goddamn, dyke, you keep that up and maybe I won't need men after all," she said catching her breath. My heart stopped. Was she serious? Certainly she at least considered it, right? I'd have to take it slow, once she felt this was how sex should be, she'd be mine. Well... I'd be hers, but perhaps I'd get those lush full lips onto one of my tits. Tits... "Mistress, may I please suck your perfect tits?" She pulled me sharply forward to the ground. "What did I tell you about expecting things from me, cunt? If I want you to suck my tits, I'll fuck you in the mouth with them. Until then you stay on the ground like the fucking worm you are and thank your lucky stars I enjoy humiliating you enough to let you eat my cunt." "I'm sorry, Mistress, you're right of course. Shall I start cleaning our room?" "That's more like it, Tina-bitch." She reached into my toy bin and pulled out a riding crop. You can start by organizing my desk. She delivered a sharp crop to my ass and I hurried to complete the chore for my owner, my pussy dripping anew at my naked maid service. "Mmm, a slave is definitely an improvement on a roommate," she said turning back to my computer and continued browsing my history. "Let's get some more ideas on how to degrade you, slut." I smiled behind her back. That's it, Mistress. Watch as much lesbian porn as you want. Anything to take you from humiliatrix to dominatrix.