1 comments/ 39460 views/ 4 favorites College Submission Ch. 01 By: gris0490 I could say that I finally realized the nature of our relationship that spring afternoon in her apartment on East 33rd street. We had been friends and lovers for three months by then and, although we had exchanged the "L" word very earnestly, neither one of us actually meant it. We were young, only 20 at that time, and love was an abstract concept that we confused with our ability to expose our desires to each other in bed. Allison's desires had been growing more and more animated, and she had been asserting herself sexually from the first day we hooked up. She had gone down on me in bathroom at a party, but had been in control of the entire act. She pushed me against the wall, and pulled my pants and underwear down, exposing me. Her hand kept me firmly pressed up against the wall, and her mouth had teased me – exciting me and then keeping me waiting for a release. After a ten minutes of exquisite torture that stopped just short of climax, I begged her to let me come. When it happened and the come sprayed all over the dirty brown basement sink, she whispered in my ear, "Good boy." I could tell that she was immensely satisfied with herself. I was hers. That dynamic had only increased in scope and veracity. I am not sure she knew it, or had even explored her feelings with others but she clearly wanted sexual control of our relationship. I was reluctant to surrender control so easily, but the fucking was intense and her very sexual and strong-willed attitude was an immense turn on. At first, I was a protective of my status as a supposed equal in the relationship outside of the bedroom. That too wore away. Now, as the sunlight played through the curtain less window and warmed my back, I had given up on any pretext of control. She nuzzled my ear and let her long, soft hair hang down on my body, tickling me. I was over her lap, with my ass exposed to her and she had been spanking me – hard. She had broached the subject quite nonchalantly, but ultimately made it so I couldn't refuse. She loved to talk to me at my most vulnerable, to see how dirty I could talk when I was close to coming. She had been fucking me furiously for almost an hour, forbidding me, as was her recent custom, until she had satisfied herself multiple times. At a lull in our one-way fucking, she simply said what she wanted. The desire to come was overwhelming, and she repeated her request as she rode up and down on my cock. "I wan't to hurt you." "How?" I was breathless. "I wan't to hit you, spank you." "Fine, just let me come." "No." This had started recently too. She made me beg to come every time we fucked. Sometimes, the begging would go on until she climaxed again. Other times she would pretend to grow tired of it and just get up and walk away. She would pee, get a drink and come back to me on the bed. "I'm done. If you want to come that bad, play with yourself," she would say. I would, and she would watch with a little bit of a smirk on her face. Now the emotional dominance had turned into physical dominance. It was a strange sensation, and I had never felt the sexuality of pain and submission. I had sneaked peaks at de Sade in the library at school and masturbated in the bathroom after reading it, but I had never really been curious about it. As Allison reminded me now, my erect cock was proof enough of my desires. "Little boy likes to be beaten, doesn't he?" she whispered as she caressed my ass. It stung viciously when she struck me, and I had no doubt that my ass was red. But my cock was pressed firmly up against her and I moved it back and forth against her leg – trying for the release. She knew I was excited and needed to come, but she wouldn't have it. "What do you think you're doing?" "I just wan't to come." "Shut the fuck up," she hissed and grabbed my hair with one hand. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "You will come only when I want you to." She punctuated each word with a vicious slap to my ass. She was starting to scare me a little, and I hung my head in shame as she continued to beat me with each stroke getting progressively harder than the next until she was hitting me with all her strength. She was not weak, and it took every bit of control for my not to cry at the pain. I could not give her the satisfaction. I begged for her to stop because it seemed to make her happy, but after a bit she seemed to tire and she made me get up and stand in front of her. She laughed at the site of my erect cock was jutting into her face. "Do you want to come?" she asked with a cruel smile on her face. "Yes." "You will have to wait. First you have to take care of my needs." Thinking she might let me fuck her for a bit, I advanced towards her. She pushed me back and then swiftly grabbed my balls with her hand and gave me a hard squeeze. I crumpled on the floor in pain, writhing at the agony of the unexpected. "What the fuck do you think you are doing bitch?" She seemed incredulous at my actions. "I . . . I thought . . . we were done." "We are not fucking done you little fucking bitch!" She slapped me hard across the face and I looked down, embarrassed at myself despite the circumstances. "Crawl over here on your hands and knees," she ordered. I did so and spent the next half hour licking her very wet pussy as she rode from one frantic climax to another. When she was done, she caressed me gently and kissed me on the lips for the first time that day. "Do you want to come now?" "Yes, please." "Yes, please what?" "What do you mean?" I was flustered and desperately needed to relieve the throbbing pressure in my cock. I started to touch myself, in the hope that she would allow me some relief, and she grabbed my face. Her tone turned angry again, "You are my little fuck boy, so you have to ask permission from your mistress before you come." As she said this she grabbed my hand and started pumping it up and down slowly, controlling the rhythm of my strokes. I doubled over in anticipation of coming and it took all my energy to not come right at that moment. I whispered, "Yes, please Mistress. May I come now?" She knelt by my side, lifted my head and kissed me while stroking my cock a little faster. Then she pushed me down and made me kneel on all fours. "Yes you may come now." The instant she said the words I came ferociously, with my semen shooting in long, stringy white bursts all over the floor. I remained on my hands and knees, panting and out of breath, in front of her, and she kissed me gently on the forehead. * Whatever pretense of a normal relationship between us quickly faded away. Humiliation and degradation became routine and although my pride and ego fought back occasionally, I was quickly worn down by her needs. Although it was never discussed, my role as boyfriend was subsumed by my role as her servant. I picked her up and dropped her off from class, did the dishes, made her bed and did her laundry – folding her panties to the smirks of my classmates at the laundromat. In public, she did little to hide the nature of our relationship. She would barely acknowledge my presence as we walked through campus and would talk to people as if I was no longer there, turning her back to me as she talked. When I once interjected with some inane comment, she simply stared at me and resumed talking as if nothing had happened. After the conversation, she walked to the library and I followed her to a deserted place in the stacks. She stopped, and slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled back a bit, a look of shock on my face. "Don't ever talk in front of me again, without my permission." "What?" I was astounded that she would want to treat me that way. "Why not? Am I forbidden from speaking now too?" She said nothing and simply glared at me, letting the silence linger between us. Her anger, when she chose to focus it, manifested itself in a look that could silence me in an instant. I could not withstand her gaze for very long, and eventually I dropped my eyes and gazed at the tile floor, my face red. Eventually, after I shifted uncomfortably, she hissed at me, "Drop your fucking pants bitch." I looked at her, but her gaze was even more menacing. My cock, despite my humiliation, began to grow. She reached in, grabbed my hair and whispered right into my ear, "Drop them now, you little shit." I looked at her imploringly, and got no response. Hesitantly I undid my jeans and let the fall to my knees. "Bend over and drop your boxers." I did as I was told, my cock rigid now. "Now don't you make a fucking peep, you little shit, or ill turn you in for jacking off in the stacks. Nod if you understand." I nodded. Even now, when I think of her, I still remember the feeling of being exposed in those cold and drafty stacks. It was the first time I acknowledged to myself that my submission to her was complete as subjugated myself to her in public. As the blows came, I tried to focus my attention on the books in front of me so I would not make a noise. They were books on anthropology and early humans, I tried to read the titles and the authors but the pain and excitement were too much for me to concentrate. * Again and again, I guiltily allowed myself to sink further into the my role of slave in exchange for the sexual pleasure it brought me. Where before, Allison was content to play our game occasionally, it now morphed into a full fledged "lifestyle." I was amazed at how much I looked forward to her degradation. At the time, Allison was still allowing me to come, and sometimes after she had been particularly cruel or hurtful she would allow me the pleasure of coming inside of her. But, paradoxically, as the sexual release grew more infrequent, I found myself growing more and more in need of her. I arrived each day at our apartment prepared, even needing, to please her in any way she wanted. From the moment I walked into the door my cock was hard, and she would quickly make me disrobe - sometimes into nothing but my socks (solely for the humiliation element of it), but mostly into a jockstrap that she kept hanging by the front door. I would immediately start performing the evenings required tasks, and she would pay only marginal attention to me – only occasionally massaging my swollen cock if it seemed I was not sufficiently excited to be performing my duties for her. After I had cooked her dinner (and sometimes fed it to her while she lay on the couch), I would eat a quick meal and try and study for my classes. She would constantly interrupt this time with demands for me to change the channel, get her a drink, give back rubs, foot massages or for me to assist her in the bathroom. These demands escalated in their nature and perversity as the weeks wore on and I was a little shocked when, during her nightly beauty routine, she sat on the toilet and started to pee in front of me. I had never seen a woman do that, and her subsequent order to "wipe me" made me a little queasy. To my shame, I enjoyed cleaning her up immensely and carefully wiped her pussy with an eagerness that extended beyond my desire to please her. She picked up on my sexual excitement immediately and when I was done cleaning she guided my head to her clit. As she wrapped her legs around my head and forced my head down into her pussy, I tasted her scent mixed with the lingering taste of urine. The smell of her piss was still strong in the toilet, but it didn't matter to me. All I knew was that I had a chance to please my Mistress. Just as I weakened before her, Allison seemed to undergo a transformation. No longer the slightly shy brunette, she took to wearing tight leather skirts and long boots. She even cut her hair butch and wore mostly tank tops and talked of getting a tattoo or a piercing. Although she was always slender, she shaped her body by frequent trips to the gym. Her torso became more and more sculpted and she spent hours working on her upper body. She preferred the athlete's gym on campus and would often work out when the football team did its regular sessions – allowing the testosterone level in the gym to wash over her so that she could take it out on me later. Meanwhile, I was left more and more on my own as Allison pursued a social and academic calendar without me. When I was brought along, it was mostly to events that she did not want to go to or where she knew very few people. For those moments, I enjoyed a taste of our pre-S&M relationship and I allowed myself to think that we truly were a couple of equals that really just had non-mainstream sexual appetites. She would hold my hand and smile and call me her "boyfriend" or "sweetheart" as we put on a show for those around us. I would nuzzle her affectionately, enjoying my liberty but knowing the humiliation and beatings that followed these episodes were almost always more severe. * The sex, of course, became more and more deviant as the weeks went on and we experimented – or rather, Allison experimented on me – with more and more risky and violent sexual confrontations. At the time, I was deeply ashamed of what she was making me do – and most acts I had never even thought of or been exposed to. But Allison relished making me do things I did not want and forced me deeper and deeper into a world that repulsed and excited me. She realized, much sooner than I did, that I liked being forced to do these things, and that it wasn't necessarily the act that made it exciting – but the capitulation. One night after I had eaten her out for an hour, we smoked a joint together and lay on the couch – watching some soft core porn on a pay channel. Allison didn't like the bad acting, 80's actors with feathered hair and told me she wanted to watch some "real" porn. She lackadaisically ordered me to go find some and to make sure whatever I brought back was "interesting." I wandered to the movie store on the corner, too excited (and still fairly high) to care about being recognized in the adult movie room. I searched through an endless selection of bright, pictured boxes and settled on a few at random just so that I could get out quickly. I brought the titles to the front counter where a girl in her late teens looked at me a little contemptuously as she rang up the tapes. She made sure to hold up the box so that everyone in line knew what I was renting, and told me, in a loud voice, that "adult" titles were due back in three days or there was a significant late fee. I just smiled. She ended with a smirk and a "Have fun tonight." The tapes I brought back were mostly compilations of triple X movies. No plot, no surprises – just close ups of fucking. As the tapes rolled, I loss interest fairly quickly – it was so graphic as to leave nothing to the imagination so, in my opinion, was only moderately arousing. Instead, I discretely watched Allison absorb everything presented to her. I think it was the first time she had watched this type of porn, and she was visibly aroused by the shots of long cocks being inserted into mouths and pussies, shots of come spewing across faces and stomachs, women lying prostrate in front of men and begging to be fucked. After a while, we switched tapes and smoked another joint in silence. This one featured "Backdoor Adventures" and from the opening scene, there was nothing but close ups of women taking impossibly large dicks into their well-worn assholes. Allison had discretely unzipped her jeans and was fingering her clit while watching the same variation of scene play out over and over. She aggressively batted away my hand when I tried to help, and she seemed content to pleasure herself while I watched her do the same. After a half an hour of masturbation she hadn't come yet and as she turned to me I knew by looking at her that the lust was too powerful to be satiated by her finger. She needed me. Her eyes were a bit droopy from the dope, and she smiled a little sweetly as she said: "Will you fuck me?" I almost jumped when she said those words. It had been days since I had been able to enter her and she never tried to "seduce" me or ask me if I wanted to have actual sex - she just, well, took me. I didn't want to do or say anything to screw this up, so I just nodded mutely. Then she said something strange. "Come," she said as she led me to the bathroom, "clean me up the way you like to." She took off her pants and string panties and leaned far over the sink. "What do you want me to do?" I asked – curious more than nervous. "Clean my ass." I didn't question – to do so would only spoil a potentially fantastic night of exploration. And to be honest, I wanted to do it. I spread her ass cheeks and got my first look at an asshole. It smelled, but not as foul as I would have thought. I wet some toilet paper and started to gently clean the area around it. She moaned and shifted a bit unsteadily as she tried to give me better access. I wetted the paper a bit and cleaned a bit more. By this time, my cock was rock hard and I had to stop to undo my pants to let it out. She said nothing at what would normally be a punishable act of impertinence, so I took it one step further. I spread her ass a bit more to clean the inner part of her asshole while caressing her thighs with my other hand. She moaned and brought her ass out farther, putting my face was inches from the exposed cleft of her ass. "I want you to..." she breathed and paused. "Yes?" "I want you to ... lick it." "What?" "Lick it. Please. Like they did in the movie." "I don't know... that's kind of..." "Please. Oh God, please... just do it for me." She almost whimpered the request. Again a request. This time with a "please." Allison didn't ask nicely. Ever. The significance was lost on me though, because all I could think of was that my Mistress was asking me to please her. She didn't have to demand or threaten – she just had to ask and I was hers. I leaned in and gently drew my tongue in a circle around her asshole. * The next few days were spent in bed exploring the limits of anal sex with Allison. At first I was only permitted to rim her while she masturbated. She got so excited by this act she would then let me fuck her, and once even let me come inside her. However, after few days of this she started whispering to me how she wanted to get fucked in the ass – but we needed to ease into things first as she didn't think her ass could take my cock. With just a trace of suppressed eagerness, I told her that, as usual, whatever she wanted from me she could have. The next day she called me in the middle of the afternoon. "Get over here," the demanding tone in her voice made me run the short distance. I found her in the living room. Her torn jeans and thong were around her ankles but her clothes were still on and a bag from the pharmacy was laying where she dropped it. She was bent over our overstuffed chair with her beautiful ass facing me and finger fucking herself from behind. I looked a little closer and saw a bottle of KY on the chair. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" I stammered, excited by the possibility that I may get to finally enter her virgin ass. She didn't answer for a bit and continued to fuck herself while I watched. But then she removed her lube covered finger from her pussy. "Lube my ass and then put some on your finger." I did so. Squirting, in my inexperience, an overly generous amount in and on her hole. I then added, unnecessarily in retrospect, more to my finger and placed it on the very outside of her – with just the top part of my tip pressed against her. "Put it in," she panted – clearly excited at the prospect of breaching this new part of her sexuality. "Fuck my ass with it." The finger went in remarkably easily in one easy stroke. She moaned a little and her back and hands went rigid. "Does it hurt?" I asked. College Submission Ch. 01 "Fuck me with it," was the terse response. She tensed as I removed the finger and plunged it back in. "Are you ok?" She said nothing but her face grimaced a bit. It was extremely tight – gripping me in a way that provided resistance I was not used to. I slowed the pace a bit so as to let her get used to the sensation of my finger. By letting my finger slowly work in and out of her ass, I felt her relax a bit. After a minute or so she settled into the rhythm of my strokes. She looked back at me and smiled mischievously. She could tell by the look on my face that I was very turned on. But I wasn't turned on at the prospect of being able to have anal sex so much as I was turned on at being able to please my Mistress so completely. I think she saw that in my face. "Get naked now . . . . Bitch." She let the last word linger, knowing how much I enjoyed it. I started to undo my pants, with my free hand. "Don't you dare stop fucking me," she cautioned, watching me trying to fumble with getting of my pants and socks with one hand. When I realized I couldn't take off my shirt without removing a finger, I slowed a bit and she looked at me again. I indicated my predicament. "Ok your little fucker. You can take it out and take off the stupid fucking shirt." She turned away from me again and said, "But you better put the second finger in when you're done." As I struggled with my shirt, Allison raised her hips up a bit more so that she could slide her hand underneath. I watched as she fingered her clit – eager to get my turn, but knowing not to push too hard. I inserted my index finger inside and then followed it with my middle finger – slowly stretching her opening. "Now play with yourself." I stroked my cock while she rocked back and both against my fingers. Pushing farther and farther back until both fingers were up to the knuckles. Once she was comfortable, I started to slowly fuck her ass with both fingers while she massaged her clit. She writhed a bit a let out a soft moan. She was close to coming. I picked up the pace a bit and she moaned more. "Ooooh, fuck. That's it, bitch." I stroked harder on my cock while she rocked back and forth. She convulsed a bit and then came. I felt the wetness against the thigh I had dared to press against her. I slowed down a little to let her revel in it, but didn't stop. I knew she wanted more. "Stick it in. But just the tip. Do you understand? Just the tip." I nodded and tentatively pressed the head of my cock against the lubed opening. "Any more than the tip and you are going to get whipped." I paused at the opening. Steadying myself and trying to remain in control. I pressed forward a little and she gasped. "Careful, bitch." I stopped, let her adjust and then pressed forward some more until I felt her ass tighten and my tip popped in. I froze and she said nothing for a few seconds, but I saw her press her clit between two fingers. "Now back and forth – just use the tip." I rocked in and out, pressing the tip in but never going very far. Even with this little contact, I was close to coming. Only a week ago, she had told me she didn't want or need me inside of her to bring her pleasure. Now, I was able to please her again with my cock. I was, ashamedly, more turned on by that fact than I care to admit. She needed me. Maybe not as much as I needed her, but she needed me. A few minutes to fucking made her come again. "I'm done for now. Get out." I wilted. Desperately trying to think of a way to convince her to let me stay, I stopped but didn't come out. "Ooh. You are so turned on aren't you? Does my little man wan't to come in my ass?" "Yes. Yes, please," I almost whimpered the words. "Too fucking bad. Pull out." I did and she turned to face me. "You disobeyed me." I nodded and bowed my head, expecting at any minute a smack or an order to present my ass for a beating. Instead, she surprised me and guided my hand back to my cock. "Go ahead, come." I started stroking my cock, not daring to show the relief I felt. "That's it, Bitch. Come now." I didn't need any more encouragement. I closed my eyes and moaned – letting go. Only when I opened my eyes did I realize that her breasts and even her face was completely covered in my come. I started to say something – to apologize to her for being so careless and stupid and she simply looked at me with a glance that immediately shut my mouth. "Just this once you get to do that. Just once. Do you understand?" I nodded – carefully avoiding eye contact so she wouldn't see my smile. * The next day we went a little further. And further still the next. On the third day, I was able to get completely inside of her without causing her too much pain. I fucked her like that for half an hour and she almost howled each time she came. After she was spent, she would let me shoot my come all over her. She would spread it all over her naked body in a way that was beyond obscene – taunting me with her sexuality by rubbing it into her breasts and mouth while I struggled to catch my breath and prepare myself for the next round that I knew was coming soon. The fact that she seemed to enjoy feeling my wet come all over her after I had fucked her ass, was never discussed or mentioned. After a week of near constant fucking, she was sore and we stopped playing. Soon after she got her period and there was no sex of any kind. The prior week had been amazing for me – I had finally felt like I was able to please her and that she really did need and love me. Now I was miserable, as I saw little of her and talked infrequently to her. I brought her coffee in the morning that was received with a glare or a grunt and that was often all I saw of her. I was confused and didn't know what to do. End of Part 1. Comments and suggestions welcome. College Submission Ch. 02 Then one night she called me over to the apartment. I scurried over, thankful that the banishment had passed but fearful still as to what caused it in the first place and what lay ahead for us. The past week of separation had left me completely confused and somewhat angry. Had I not been doing everything she wanted? Was it enough? Was there something she wanted from me that she wasn't getting? I resolved myself to find a way to ask her about it without making her more angry. When I rang the doorbell, Allison opened the door for me and leaned against the door frame. I stood rooted to the spot - my immediate arousal instantly making me forget the worries of the past few weeks. She was wearing nothing but a lace garter and black stockings that clung tightly to her thighs. On her feet was a pair of black stilettos that she had "requested" that I buy for her birthday. Her fair complexion was highlighted by some dark red lipstick and a string of pearls she owned. She followed my eyes and slowly took the hand away from her crotch to reveal a freshly shaven pussy. She smiled as I stood there staring openmouthed at her in a way I knew would normally draw at least a glare and more likely a smack across my face. Afterall, I was not allowed to "check her out" because, as she put it, I was the "slut" in the relationship and not her. One time Allison caught me looking at her breasts as I was toweling her off after her shower, and I spent the afternoon naked and on my knees in our cold tile bathroom cleaning grout as punishment. Even worse was when she saw me steal a glance at her friend Catherine's ass in skin tight gym clothes. I had worshiped her stylish confidant Catherine from afar, and viewed her mix of Asian and Black features as a stark and exotic contrast to Allison's almost generically American look. As my relationship with Allison got more and more complicated, I started to retreat into my crush on Catherine more - even going so far as to sign up for an economics class that I heard her tell Allison she wanted to take and positioning myself in the class everyday to watch her from afar. I had viewed it as mostly a harmless crush that I kept to myself, but Allison had seen through my transparency easily enough. Allison teased me about it at first, spanking me a bit and accusing me of stalking Catherin but I denied I was attracted to her. But when Allison caught me looking at Catherine that day, she flew into a rage, dragged me home and used her belt on me for the first time. She beat me viciously, the whole time repeatedly asking me whether that "Asian slut" was what I wanted while I whimpered my denial in pain. The marks and bruises from that beating stayed with me for a week, but she justified it by saying she was only teaching me a lesson about "objectifying women." So despite my arousal I became instantly suspicious of Allison's nearly naked greeting and reflexively averted my eyes. Allison picked up on my suspicion but only smiled again and turned and walked towards the bedroom, never saying a word to me. I took advantage of the opportunity to gaze at her perfect ass framed by the garter, all the time wondering what was in store for me. She got into to bed and positioning herself slightly oddly on the bed she seductively opened her legs a bit to draw my attention down there. "Well," she said. "What are you going to do now?" I didn't need any more encouragement. I immediately stripped and came over to her - instinctively positioning myself to take her to climax with my mouth. She stopped me and pulled me up towards her. "Nevermind that. I want you inside of you." I couldn't believe it. She had not let me enter her vaginally in months and it had never happened without me first making sure that her other needs were met. And then she kissed me on the lips and told me she wanted to make love. I was astounded. In that instant I was as happy as I had been in months. The romance and desire of when we first met, which I had given up for lost amid all the pain and degradation of the past few months, wasn't gone after all. She still wanted me. She still needed me. She wanted to please me and make me happy. As I entered her wetness, I dared to hope again that maybe she was as consumed with me as I was with her. "I love you," I said. She smiled and guided me inside her. I stroked in and out of her quickly, lost in the desire of being inside of her again. I was consumed with just being with her again without feeling ashamed of myself for what I had been forced to do. Only a few minutes passed but I was close to coming when she pushed me gently out. She moved to the side of the bed facing the closet and guided me to her side. "Come on me baby," she whispered. I did as she asked, stroking myself until I came with a long gasp and a shudder. Her breasts and stomach were covered in my come, and a small trickle slowly made its way to her freshly shaven pussy. Allison's face, however, was impassive. "You can leave now." Confused, I looked at her strangely. She shrugged and nodded with her head towards the door. "Now." "But, I don't under -" "Shut the fuck up and get out now," her voice was sharper now. Red-faced and dejected, I got dressed. I moped slowly towards the door, glancing at her as I left the bedroom door. She had remained sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread, drenched in my semen. "NOW!" she yelled. I turned and walked out the door dejected and bewildered. What had I done? I had assumed that this was her way of making up to me for all the horrible things she had done recently. Apparently I was wrong. I stood for a minute outside the door, wanting to go back inside and beg her to let me stay and to ask her for forgiveness. But I knew that would be a horrible mistake and one that would not end well for me. In my post-coital state, I was angry with her and I would not give her the satisfaction of seeing me beg to be with her again. I stormed out the door, vowing to not return - all the while knowing that even as made the promise to myself I would break it. I would gladly run back right now if she wanted me. I walked quickly out of the building eager to go home and fume, but I noticed that Allison's light in her bedroom was still on. As I thought about it, I could never recall her leaving the light on when we had sex. Despite all her aggressiveness with me she was still somewhat shy and she insisted that the shades be drawn and the light was off so that no one could see into her ground floor apartment. I lingered for a moment weighing the decision. On the one hand, I was intensely curious as to what she was doing in there. Was she masturbating? If so, why did she kick me out? I had spent many an evening waiting for her please herself while I licked her tight asshole or sucked on her toes. Why would she care if I was there now? On the other hand, I knew that if she caught me spying on her, she would be furious with me. But as I contemplated I realized there was no real choice. If she caught me, she would have to punish me severely and punishment meant that I would get a chance to be with her again. As painful and humiliating as that encounter was likely to be and as sad as it seemed, I was willing to anger her if only to spend more time with her. Curiosity having beaten out anger, I squeezed behind the hedges and walked carefully along the outside of the building. There was mud and standing pools of water everywhere and I needed to use all my balance to navigate in the semi-darkness. I passed the first window and saw Allison's next door neighbor on the couch playing video games. A large pipe was in the middle of the table and his friend semi-coherently gazed on. I had often seen him as I left Allison's apartment and the looks he gave me left no doubt as to whether or not he had heard my cries of pain or Allison's guttural orgasms. As I passed his window, I realized that I was a bit too close to the window and that he may see me, but fortunately he was too far gone to notice me. I sighed a little. Is this what I had been reduced to? A Peeping Tom spying on his girlfriend? It was pathetic and I thought about turning back and just going home, but my self-flagellation was quickly extinguished when I heard voices from the next window. I moved quickly to position myself in the corner of her window. The lights were still on and there was a crack in the Venetian blinds that was fortunately just a little above eye level. I was stunned at what I saw. Allison was still on the side of the bed with her legs spread, but she had leaned back a little and was grabbing onto the corner of the mattress with white knuckles. On her knees before Allison was her friend Catherine, completely naked and carefully licking my come off of Allison's body while she massaged Allison's bright red clit. For the second time that evening I was absolutely speechless. I could not comprehend that Allison would be having sex with Catherine. The familiar refrain of the cuckold instantly popped into my head. How could she do this to me? My brain spun furiously. Where exactly did Catherine come from? And then it dawned on me - the bright room, Allison's odd position on the bed, the request to come on her from the side. Catherine must have been in the closet watching the whole scene. They had set this up beforehand! Allison had invited me over to put on a show for her new lover. She let me fuck her so that Catherine could watch. And when I was done she just kicked me out so that Catherine could finish the job. I was just dumbstruck as the scene unfolded before me. Catherine had cleaned all the come off of Allison and was now greedily eating her pussy. Her open mouth was locked firmly into place and Allison ground against it, all the while whispering things to Catherine that I could only guess at. I watched Catherine slip a finger between her legs as touch herself while she balanced on one hand and continued her assault on Allison's clit. Allison came with a moan that I could not hear but that stabbed my heart with jealously. After a minute, she squeezed her legs together a bit and brought Catherine's dripping face to hers where they kissed passionately. Catherine's back was still towards me and my eyes strayed to her perfect ass that I had worshipped from afar that day. I lingered on watching them kiss. It was so natural. Had they done it before? It was then that I noticed Allison looking directly at me through the crack in the window. I involuntarily jumped back, almost falling into the large hedge. Was it possible that she seen me? It seemed doubtful that she could in such a bright room. I didn't hear any voices or see any movement through the blinds, and for a few heart pounding seconds I thought I was in the clear. And then the light was switched off abruptly. I had been busted. * The phone rang at 7 am the next morning. I answered her sleepily, with the sweet, acidy taste of bad whiskey lingering in my mouth. I had stayed up late drinking and drunk dialing ex-girlfriends who never called me back. Around three I had thrown up and then proceeded to pass on out the couch in front of the TV while watching, somewhat ironically, Fatal Attraction. "Did you enjoy what you saw?" It was her, of course. "What?" I slurred out the word, surprised at the question. "Did you like what y-" "No I fucking did not!" I managed a feeble yell. "What the fuck, Allison?" "Don't ever interrupt me again," the voice was cool and even. "Fuck you," I replied, feeling somewhat courageous on my high ground. "Since when is it fucking ok for you to fuck other people?" She didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Let me ask you one thing." "Whatever." "How many times did you play with yourself last night?" I tried to think of a good response, but my brain was already taxed by the hangover. I just stayed silent, my face red and hot from the shame. "That's what I thought." I could sense the smirk on her face. "It was a long night last night so I want breakfast this morning. Be over here in thirty minutes with some eggs and juice." "No fucking wa -" "Okay, since you sound like shit, just this once you can make it an hour. But darling?" She paused waiting for a response. I didn't give her one. "I am giving you a pass on the nasty things you just said. But if you are one itty bitty second late, things will not be so pleasant." There was an abrupt click. * I managed to make it to her apartment with a few minutes to spare. The door to Allison's bedroom was closed and I didn't think it would be wise to go in. So I went to the kitchen and started the eggs and toast. As I whisked her eggs in a bowl with a little milk and cinnamon (the only way Allison likes her eggs), I heard a loud shout followed by moan. Someone had climaxed, and I stopped cooking for a minute to listen. There were some murmurs and then silence. I came a little close to the door, trying to hear what was going on. Suddenly the door opened, and I ducked back into the kitchen - fearful of getting caught as footsteps padded down the hall. To my relief and surprise it was Catherine who strolled into the kitchen, fully naked, her mouth and face wet with what I could only assume was Allison's juices. Catherine barely glanced at me as she grabbed a paper towel and wiped her face, then opened the refrigerator and took out the orange juice I had just bought. She opened it and drank greedily, quenching her thirst and looking directly at me over the carton. She was challenging me to say something, but I could not. I stood there stupidly, looking at her as she drank and then letting my eyes wander over her small breasts, firm stomach and finally down to her sex - framed by a small tattoo of a Japanese character. Still she said nothing as I stared at her body. And it was only then that I realized how stupid I looked - openmouthed, spatula in hand and a raging erection tugging at my pants. When she finished drinking, Catherine smirked a bit and then handed me the carton without a word as she walked out the door, her ass even more exquisite than I remember from last night. The whole thing took less than two minutes, yet in that time my mind had wandered to all sorts of places. And as I stood there, rooted to the spot, I realized that the eggs were still cooking. I panicked. Allison demanded that her eggs were runny - and meals made not to her exact liking were always a punishable offense. I grabbed the eggs off the flame and immediately put them on a plate. The toast popped and I dragged a little butter over the top (not too much) and placed them on the plate. As I was pouring the juice in a glass, the door to the bedroom opened and I saw Catherine walk by - fully clothed this time - and out the door. As I walked down the hall slowly, I felt an inexplicable sense of dread and self loathing coming over me. Allison had cheated on ME. Allison had betrayed ME. Yet here I was, absolutely panicked that she wouldn't like the breakfast I was serving her. I was a joke. * The door creaked open as I pushed, Allison stirred a bit and her eyes opened and then shut again lazily. Allison was naked except the pearl necklace she wore last night and her face was flushed. The sheets were in disarray, draping loosely off her obscenely splayed legs, and the room reeked of sex. She was caught in the post coital bliss that I had seen so many times before. Sleepy after a night of being fucked by another woman. She beckoned me over with one hand and I brought the plate of eggs and toast to her and placed the glass of juice on her bedside table. She waved me off and I went immediately to straightening up the room and as I always do after serving her breakfast. Picking up remains of her affair with Catherine. The panties on the floor of the closet caught me eye immediately, as I knew they were not Allison's but her new lovers'. They were black bikini briefs made of some see through material. Catherine had clearly worn them knowing they would not have lasted long on her, but still they were damp to the touch. My mind flashed immediately to last night and I had a vision of Catherine in the closet - sticking her hands down her panties and fingering herself while she watched me fuck Allison. I stood there for a long moment, re-living in my mind how it must have happened. Arousing myself with Allison's infidelity. There was movement behind me as Allison sat up in bed. I squeezed the panties in my hand and brought it behind my back. "What you got there?" "Nothing." Allison only smirked a little, "Why don't you come over here and show me." I moved slowly over to her. She grabbed my hand, pulled it forward and started to pry back my fingers. When she plucked the panties out of my hand she glanced at me. The look on my face - anger, shame, frustration - must have stopped her because she looked at me curiously. She opened her mouth to say something and paused. We both stared at each other for a long moment and I looked directly at her. Perhaps now she would understand what this was doing to me - to us. Perhaps now all this would stop. Allison held my gaze for a few moments and then reached up to unzip my pants. Still looking at me, she pulled out my semi-hard cock and easily brought me to an erection with a few quick strokes. Pulling me down to my knees she kissed me hard on the mouth while she grabbed my cock. Then she brought the panties up to my mouth and nose, smothering me with them and forcing me to breathe Catherine's scent while she jerked me off. "Smell that?" Her face was just inches from mine, Catherine's panties between us. I could say nothing, my head was swimming at the intoxicating scent of Catherine. She pressed the panties against my nose and mouth harder. I had to open my mouth more to breathe, the fabric tight against the roundness of my mouth. "That pussy was in my mouth just a few hours ago," she whispered into my ear. Her breath was hot and was coming quickly. She stroked me a little faster. "This is what her pussy smells like, bitch." She shoved the panties into my open mouth. Catherine's scent invaded all my senses and I closed my eyes. "That's right, bitch. Taste it now. Thats as close as you are ever going to get to it." She stroked my cock faster and I tried to moan through the mass of wet fabric in my mouth. "You like it don't you? You like watching from a window like a sick pervert while your girlfriend fucks someone else in front of you? I said nothing, so she shoved the panties deeper into my mouth. "You like being a little fucking sissy bitch that stays at home jerking off while your girlfriend cheats on you all night long?" She grabbed my throat, making it even harder to breathe. "You like being the little pussy boy you comes over to clean up after his girlfriend fucks someone else while you watch, don't you? You get off on it, don't you?" I was silent. She pulled me close to her face - we were nose to nose. "Say you like it," she demanded. Still I was silent. She smacked me across the face and grabbed my throat again. "Come on you bitch. Say you like it." I mumbled something, trying to form a word with the damp panties far down my mouth. Trying to tell her that I didn't like it. I loved it. [To be Continued. Comments and feedback welcome.]