3 comments/ 17266 views/ 2 favorites House Rulers By: HRose Misty looked at the house from the outside then at the ad she had printed off the computer. She took another look at the large two story house with the dark brown paneling. The black door and black mailbox clashed greatly with all the other white or brightly colored houses on the block. She couldn't help but think that this misfit house was the place where she belonged. Misty walked to the front door and knocked. She reread the number on the house then compared it to the number on the page. It was a match. So now all she had to do was wait for someone to answer the door. A woman with long blond hair and two black streaks down the curves of her face opened the door. She was wearing a tight black tee shirt and no bra clearly showing rock hard nips on a pair of large round breasts. Her body was a perfect hour glass shape. She was wearing a pair of tight light blue jeans with the sides of a black pair of thongs sticking up out of them. She had on no socks or shoes and her toe nails were painted black. "Can I help you?" the woman said flashing a bleach white smile. "Uh yeah my name is Misty and I found the ad for the room you had for rent." "Oh okay." "Is it still available?" "We have a couple people looking at it but it's mostly don't call us we'll call you situations. Why don't you come in and take a look?" "Okay." "My name is Ms Christy by the way. Most people call me Madame or Mistress though." "Those are interesting nicknames. How whipped are some of the people you know." Misty quickly learned the error in what she had just said then took a step back. Ms Christy just looked at her with a smirk and said, "Trust me you have no idea." Misty said nothing else on the situation and just kept walking behind the barefooted beauty. She couldn't help but notice the sway of the world's most perfect ass in front of her. "So do you live here alone?" "No I live with my husband but he's at work. You'll probably get to meet him later." "Oh alright." Misty was led to a room with an old fashion knocker on it. The door was pretty much the same as the one to the entrance of the house except without the small window on it. The room was rather large once the door came open. There was a large cherry wood dresser by the back wall with a small 3'x2' mirror above it. There was a window in the corner of the room covered by thick red curtains. The bed was located in the corner opposite of the window. It was a full sized bed with a large head board and a heavy red comforter on it. The walls were a color caught some where between a cherry and blood red. "I'm sorry we couldn't have supplied you with a TV but you know the one in the lounge is always available and its hardly ever in use. Follow me and I'll show you." Misty looked around the house which was mostly dark colors. There was a lot of large rooms to the side of things with older looking furniture. The furniture was mostly black and dark brown leather chairs and couches. There was a TV in pretty much every room including the bathrooms. No TV was smaller than twenty inches and all were flat screen. Once they reached the lounge Misty looked inside. There was a large black leather sectional in the corner of the room and mounted on the wall was a seventy inch TV with a small stand for a cable box right below it. "We get pretty much every channel you want. Even the naughty ones if you're into that kind of thing." Ms Christy smiled. She winked at Misty then heard as the front door came open. She looked behind her back and Misty tried to look around her. A man walked up behind Ms Christy and kissed her neck. The man was tall and lean built. To no surprise he had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He had large strong hands that he gripped Ms Christy's waist with. He moved his eyes up to meet Misty's gaze. "Oh hello. Are you here for the room?" "Yeah. I don't understand why no one hasn't swooped in to take that room yet. I mean the ad said that you pay eight hundred a month for rent and that includes water heat and power. Is there any hidden costs you want to warn me about saying why people don't want to stay here?" "The only hidden costs are the ones that you use for personal things. You have to pay for your own groceries and clean up your own messes. You can eat our food but we would suggest that you ask us first before you eat something from the cabinet because we might be using it for a dinner or something."Ms Christy smiled. "Oh where are my manners today? Mr. Roscoe this is Misty. She might become our new room mate that is of course if she'll have us." Misty got the marriage purposeful joke and put her hand on her heart. With a fake crying voice and the pretend wipe away of a tear she shook her head in agreement and said, "I will." "Great when can you move in?"Mr. Roscoe asked excitedly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Ms Christy asked pulling Mr Roscoe out of the room. She looked back at Misty who was just staring curiously. She put her hand up and mouthed 'one second' to her. She walked to the kitchen trailing Mr Roscoe behind her then whipped around to look at him. "Don't you think you're coming on a little strong?" "What do you mean, all I asked was when she could move in." "Yeah we haven't even had the chance to talk to her. I mean what if she doesn't want to live here when she finds out." "Look maybe we should hold off on telling her about it. She can get used to the place then when she feels comfortable we can talk to her about it. When we bring it out the first time we meet someone you know they just think we're freaks and we can't get them to even consider just living in the room any more." "So you think we shouldn't tell her?" "Tell me what?" Misty asked stepping into the room. "Um nothing. How would you like it if we moved your rent down to seven fifty a month? We need to rent out that room and if you would take it then we would greatly appreciate it." Mr Roscoe smirked. "I feel like there's something I should know." "Why did you even come in here." Ms Christy snapped. "I wanted to know where a bathroom was." "Oh," Ms Christy said sheepishly. "Its the door right next to the hallway closet. Sorry about that." Misty couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in the house. For all she knew these people could be masked murderers or rapists. She tried to shake it off and went to the bathroom. The bathroom, like every other room in the house was painted with a dark color being dark blue with a black door. Misty looked around at the bathroom. She glanced at the painting on the wall above the toilet. It was of a long legged slender woman with long black hair covering her boobs but with nipples sticking through. She was wearing a black one piece outfit that had an open front with a black criss-cross pattern going across the chest leaving everything exposed. The one piece looped around her neck and had two circles cut out for her breasts. She was wearing fishnet stockings, black knee high boots and black leather gloves that went up a little ways past her elbows. She had on black lipstick and dark eye liner. Misty looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her own black hair and felt along her sides trying to picture herself in that kind of outfit. She always liked the thought of being seen in such a light. She looked at the picture of the large breasted woman again then looked at the face. She stared at it carefully then noticed that this was not just a painting of a random woman but it was a painting of Ms Christy. Misty used the facilities then walked out. She looked at Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe who still appeared to be fighting. They glanced over at them then smiled. "You know I thought about it and I would really like to take the room." "Really?" Ms Christy asked. "I mean you're sure about this?" "I just need to know when the soonest time I can move in is." "Any time is good with us." Mr Roscoe smiled. "Okay." Misty left the house and went back to what was soon to be her old apartment. She looked at all the unpacked boxes trying to figure out what she was to keep and what she was to put in storage. She started sorting and sifting through the stuff. Then the very next morning she paid some movers to deliver the stuff she had decided to put in storage. She then packed the remainder of the stuff in the back of her beaten up old Honda CR-V and was off to Mr Roscoe and Ms Christy's house. Mr Roscoe helped Misty with her stuff then both he and Ms Christy helped her unpack. There was one box that Misty hadn't thought about before she agreed to let the practically strangers unpack her stuff. She was putting clothes away in the dresser when she heard a light "WOH" coming from Mr Roscoe. She whipped around then saw as Mr Roscoe pushed a box away with his foot. Ms Christy took a quick second to peak into the box then pulled her head away. Misty walked over and glanced down at the box and closed it while her face turned a bright red. "Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you." Mr Roscoe said feeling bad. Misty quickly pushed the boxes under the bed then moved on to the next box. Once all the boxes were unpacked Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe left the room. Ms Christy grabbed Mr Roscoe's hair and dragged him through the hallway. Once they were a decent distance away from the bedroom she pushed him up against the wall roughly and kissed him. She grasped his hair throughout the entire embrace and released it the minute they stopped contact. "And what was that for?" "Did you see the type of stuff she had?" "So what she has a riding crop, silk scarves and a pair of hand cuffs. That doesn't mean she would want to play our type of games." "So we play hers for a little while. And in time we introduce her to our games." Ms Christy grabbed Mr Roscoe's hair again and he slowly started to go to his knees. Ms Christy looked at him as his eyes begged for an order. He placed his hand on Ms Christy's leg and ran it up her thigh. She just stared him down as he rubbed her clit through her jeans and could feel as it got increasingly hard and her nipples reverted to their hard state pointing quite noticeably from her shirt. "Stop!" she ordered abruptly. "Now go in that room and make that girl feel just as special." Ms Christy released Mr Roscoe's hair and pushed his head away. She walked away down the hallway and Mr Roscoe went back to the room. He knocked on the door and heard as something slid across the floor. It was a couple seconds before Misty said, "Come in." "Hey." Mr Roscoe said as he walked into the room and sat on the bed. Misty was sitting on the floor looking at the box that was still somewhat visible under the bed. "Look I'm really sorry about earlier." "Its fine." "I wasn't aware that you had that kind of stuff. I mean it kind of turned me on but I feel bad for making you feel so embarrassed." "What do you mean, it turned you on?" "Well you know I think that when girls are into that kind of stuff it's one of the hottest things ever. I mean I could tie you up right now and put this boner to good use. Or if you want the control than I can do that too." "I'm not exactly sure how to respond to any of this." "Well you're already sitting on the floor so why don't you just come over and blow me. That's a pretty good way to respond when some one is offering you sex." "What about Ms Christy?" "Oh you want her instead? I can make that happen." Misty sat uneasily on the floor then got up. Mr Roscoe watched with wide wildly excited eyes. Misty sat on the bed beside him then put her hand on his leg. He put his hand on top of hers and moved it up toward his crotch. There was a clearly formed tent in his pants and Misty couldn't help but run her hand along side it over the jean fabric. She fumbled with the zipper for a few seconds then pulled her hand away. Mr Roscoe looked at her hand which was now sitting on the bed beside him. He waited a couple seconds to see if she would reposition her hand then took the next step of unzipping his pants and pulling them along with his boxers down a little ways past his butt. He sat on the bed with his seven inch rock hard cock standing up proudly. He sat back and Misty reached her hand out. "Grab it." Mr Roscoe demanded. Misty was about to wrap her hand around the solid shaft then pulled her hand away. She looked at Mr Roscoe who was just pleading to be played with. He took her hand on put it on the cock before she again pulled away. Mr Roscoe sighed in frustration then started to rub his dick with his own hand. Misty watched with excited eyes as Mr Roscoe cupped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down rapidly. She was tempted to grab it and help him out but the fact that he was the husband of her new landlord stopped her. She watched as he came and the thick white sticky liquid raced to the base of the shaft. Misty looked at him and without even thinking pushed him back as he was about to stand up. She pushed her hair behind her ears and licked all the cum off Mr Roscoe's hand, base of his cock and the stuff that had remained on the penis. She quickly sucked on the head of the dick as she noticed a little trickle of cum racing out. "Damn." Mr Roscoe squirmed as Misty cleaned his cock clean of any cum. He then slid across the bed to the edge and stood up. Misty stared at the firm lightly tan ass before her, before it disappeared into the tan work pants. She smiled and wiped any residue off the corners of her mouth before watching Mr Roscoe walk out of the room and close the door behind him. Misty laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She kept the image, of what she had just saw,in her head as she slid off the bed and pulled out the box for a third time. She sifted through the stuff and pulled out a light blue vibrator. She got back up on the bed and lay back as she turned the vibrator on. She placed the it on her clit and felt as her body squirmed under her own touch. She then moved down to place the shaft part of the vibrator as far as it would go into her pussy and letting the vibrating attachment tickle and tease her clit. Misty kept her eyes shut as she pictured Mr Roscoe jerking off and finally as she felt a strong climax coming on she pictured his cum sliding out of the head of his cock. She released the orgasm with a loud moan followed by a small sigh. She had arched her back as she had climaxed then as the sensation began to die down she lowered herself into the bed. Misty fixed herself up and walked out of the room. She went to the lounge and turned on the TV. Ms Christy came in and sat beside her. "I hear you got a little visit from Mr Roscoe." "Yeah I'm sorry about that." "Don't be. I was the one who sent him." "What?" "Yeah he wanted to play and figured that you would like to also." Misty was confused about what she was hearing but still went through the day normally. She was invited to join Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe for dinner since it was her first night there. When she sat down at the table Mr Roscoe stared at Misty from the seat across from her. She tried to look away and looked at Ms Christy who sat down at the table with a smile on her face. "So is the room alright for you?" Ms Christy asked as she seated herself. "Uh yeah perfectly fine." "That's good." "And if after tonight you find that there's anything wrong with the bed or something then you can just tell us and we'll do our best to accommodate you." Mr Roscoe couldn't help himself from smiling. Ms Christy looked at him and laced her fingers together. She darted her eyes back from looking at Misty to looking at Mr Roscoe. She picked her fork up and slowly started to pick at her food. After dinner Misty went back to her room and pulled out her laptop and lay back on her bed. She went to a website full of free short and long stories. She was reading a story about a girl who gets kidnapped by a couple of men and after being raped almost every night she actually starts to fall in love with the man who has been raping her. Misty looked up at the ceiling for a quick second then thought about the story she had been reading. This was the third night she had been reading it and this had been the only night she really started to find herself drawn in. She thought about what it would be like to be helpless and having some man do whatever he damn well pleased inside of you. She could only think to be able to let someone take control of her if she had actually knew them and originally cared about them. Granted she felt sympathy for girls and women that were victims of rape but she couldn't help but feel her panties moisten at the thought of her own body being controlled. Misty read more and more into the story finding it almost impossible to not play with herself and tease herself with the vibrator as she read. There was a knock on the door and Misty rushed to turn off the loud noised toy. She quickly pushed it under her pillow then allowed entrance. "Hey I just wanted to let you know that Mr Roscoe and I are going to bed but if you want to get a snack in the middle of the night then you can just go to the fridge and have any of the left overs that you want." "Okay." Ms Christy left the room leaving the door cracked a little ways. Misty was about to get up and close the door but was too busy watching Ms Christy walk away wearing nothing but a guys tee shirt. She bent over to pick something off the floor and Misty realized that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was nothing but a tight slit and perfectly waxed. Her ass looked even more perfect without any pants on. Misty saw as Ms Christy turned around and she quickly shut the door. Ms Christy smiled then walked back to the room. She knocked on the door again and waited to be invited back in. She watched as Misty was climbing into bed. "Hey would you want to have a beer with me?" "I thought you were going to bed?" "Yeah but Mr Roscoe's a good boy, he doesn't masturbate when he knows that I want sex." "How are you able to do that?" "Do what?" "Control him." "Its not that I control him. He offers himself to me in exchange for a few small favors. See," Ms Christy ran her hand along side Misty's face and turned her head so that they were making perfect eye contact. "I enjoy what people would consider power games. I can get him down on his knees begging for me to simply touch him. You know how you had all those toys, whips and whatever else?" "Yeah." Misty embarrassingly admitted. "What do you think those are meant for?" Ms Christy waited only a few seconds before saying, "They're for power. You let a guy tie you up, he has the power over you to do whatever he damn well pleases. Hell he could flip you over and cum in your ass if he wanted to. Its all about power in the bedroom. So what if I want to be the one taking the power. He loves it and knows that there is no other girl that can make him feel the way that I do." "And you don't worry that he's gonna go and cheat on you?" Ms Christy gave a slight chuckle and then stood up. She walked out of the room then came back with the two beers. She handed Misty one and popped the top off hers. She retook her seat.She ran her hand along side Misty's face a second time and pushed the hair behind her ear. "You know you're really pretty." "No I'm not." "Really you are. You gave Mr Roscoe an insti-boner when he saw you. He hoped that you would come and live here. I allowed it because he and I shared the same view.I mean look at you, you're fucking gorgeous." Misty began to feel a bit of discomfort. However she felt kind of right at the same time. She looked at herself trying to figure out what could be so sexy about herself. She had always hated the way she looked. Her legs were too long making her taller than most of the guys she knew. Her hair was one of the only things she liked about herself being that it was the perfect shade between a dark brown and a black. House Rulers "So what do you say you come into our room?" Ms Christy asked snapping Misty's attention back onto her. "What?" "Don't spend the entire time that you're here, sitting alone in your room." Misty was unsure about leaving the room but when Ms Christy got up she followed behind the perfect bodied woman. She walked into the room and saw as Roscoe sat on the bed. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants with a full erection sticking out. Misty tried to think of any reason to look away but found herself only thinking about him jerking it in front of her. Misty remembered that Ms Christy was the one who told him to come into her room so she took the opportunity to look. By the time Misty looked over she could see as Ms Christy was sliding on a pair of leather booty shorts. She switched back and forth from looking at the cock in all its glory to staring at Ms Christy who was now wearing a button up leather top with her large tits practically hanging out of it. She had on a pair of black single legged stockings that clipped to the bottom of the shorts yet left a couple inches of visible skin on her perfectly muscled thighs. Ms Christy walked over to Mr Roscoe acting as if the guest wasn't even in the room. She pushed him down on the bed and straddled his lap. She forced a kiss on him and grabbed him by his hair. Mr Roscoe showed only signs of pleasure and non of discomfort. He looked over at Misty who was staring uncomfortably. She felt like she needed to leave but found herself drawn to the action in front of her. Ms Christy got a firm grip on the hard dick and began to slowly jerk it off. She looked over at Misty while she did this waiting to see what she was going to do. She smirked and got up leaving Mr Roscoe on the bed. He watched as Ms Christy grabbed an outfit similar to hers out of the closet. She brought it over to Misty and instructed, "Put it on." "You're kidding." "Do I look like I'm kidding? Put the outfit on then join me on the bed." Misty took the outfit then turned around and attempted to reach for the door handle to walk out. "Where are you going?" Ms Christy asked. "I was gonna go change." "Just do it right there." "In front of you guys?" "Just fucking do it." Misty took off her shirt and could feel the eyes beaming on her. She was beginning to shake, unknowing if it was from fear or excitement. She undid the back of her bra then went to unbuttoning her pants. She pulled them down and kicked them away from her. She tried to cover her body as she slowly took off her bra and rushed to get on the leather top. She could still feel Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe watching her as she slid on the leather skirt on that barely covered her entire ass. She put on the stockings and clipped them onto her panties. "Now come over here." Ms Christy instructed. Misty walked over and sat down on the bed beside Mr Roscoe. Ms Christy looked over at her and nudged her head down toward Mr Roscoe's hard dick. She took it in her hand and leaned it in Misty's direction. Misty reached a shaking hand out and grasped the hard stiff cock. She got an encouraging smile from Ms Christy and from Mr Roscoe. "Now suck it." Ms Christy smiled. Misty took the cock and ran her hand up and down on it a couple times before placing it in her mouth. Mr Roscoe threw his head back but was silenced of any noise he could make. He reached his hand over and began to rub Ms Christy through her shorts. She enjoyed the touch for a couple minutes then grabbed the hand. She got up and put the hand up Misty's skirt. Mr Roscoe took over from here and pushed aside part of the panties to stick his fingers deep inside Misty. She had to stop sucking the dick for a little while to let out a delighted sigh. Ms Christy gave Misty only a few quick seconds before pushing her head back down on Mr Roscoe's dick. She smiled with satisfaction as she reached into the shorts and began rubbing her clit. Mr Roscoe looked up and watched as his girlfriend rubbed herself. "Don't pay attention to me." Ms Christy snapped. Mr Roscoe looked down and pushed Misty's head down on his cock. He tried hard not to shift his eyes away from Misty as Ms Christy grabbed a vibrator from a small dresser drawer. She sat down in a chair not far from the bed and pulled the shorts down enough to be able to stick the vibrator in her. She watched as Misty sucked the hard shaft. Misty felt as Mr Roscoe pushed her head up. She glanced up at him and stared into his eyes. "Get on your knees and suck my balls." Mr Roscoe instructed. Misty had learned now that she was the one being controlled. All power had been taken away from her and she made no decisions for herself. Misty knew that this thought of being controlled made her wet but she didn't dare reach her hand into her panties to feel how moist they were. She did as she was told but only got to suck on Mr Roscoe's balls for a little while before Ms Christy walked over. "Get up and lie on the bed." Misty again didn't bother to argue. She did as she was told and got on the bed. She laid as flat as a board and felt as Ms Christy held her arms down above her head. She looked down at her then glanced at Roscoe who was working off Misty's panties. He pulled them off and threw them on the floor before sticking the hard cock in the tight wet pussy. He moaned as he entered her. Once he was all the way in he started thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of her rapidly before slowing his pace. Ms Christy continued to look down at Misty then leaned in to gently kiss her. Misty kissed her back and watched as Ms Christy got on the bed and straddled her chest. From the bed with Ms Christy being over her Misty could see a zipper going all the way across the crotch of the shorts. Ms Christy undid the zipper then glanced at Misty before moving up to put straddle her neck. Misty didn't need instruction to know what Ms Christy wanted her to do next. Misty had never done anything with another woman but she couldn't say that she had never thought about it. She would be lying if she said that she never had a dream or a fantasy about a warm pussy but she was still delaying when it came to licking the one in front of her. Misty then decided that she just wouldn't think about it and lifted her head up a little ways to lick the dripping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum." Mr Roscoe said. He looked at Ms Christy who turned around giving him the look to pull out. He did and blew a load of cum on the skirt partly hitting Misty's leg. He pulled himself away and watched as Ms Christy moved a little ways down and started to slowly lick Misty until she came and a small trickle of liquid raced out of her onto the bed. Ms Christy sat up and got off the bed. She looked down at Misty who was working off two orgasms in a row. She looked up at Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe who were both grinning as they stared down upon her. Misty slowly got up then redressed her self in her other clothes before walking out of the room. Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe also got into their normal attire and climbed into bed. The next morning Misty woke up and walked downstairs. She saw Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe sitting at the breakfast table. They looked at her briefly then continued with their day. Misty couldn't help but feel like the girl after a one night stand waking up in the strange man's bed. She quickly ate without saying anything then left the house for work. "What was her problem?" Mr Roscoe asked when Misty slammed the door. "Maybe she has second thoughts about last night." "Do you want to talk to her when she gets home or do you want me to do it?" "Which ever of us gets home first I guess. She'll probably be home before either of us so if I don't have to do stocking then I will be home before you." "Alright." After work Mr Roscoe came home hoping that his girlfriend would already be there. He pulled into the driveway and didn't see her car. He pulled up next to Misty's car and got out. He walked inside and heard the TV in the lounge going off. He made his way in the room undoing his shirt and taking off his belt. Misty looked over and acknowledged his presents but didn't say anything. "Hey how was your day?" Mr Roscoe asked. "It was alright." "Look are you mad at me and Ms Christy for last night?" "No." "If you are then we're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you or whatever. Look if you don't want to do it again then its entirely up to you." "I think its up to you guys. I mean its your bedroom that I'm stepping into not the other way around." "Wait so you want to do it in your room?" "No that's not what I was saying. Look never mind. But to answer your question no I'm not mad at you for anything about last night. Last night was amazing actually." "Oh really." "There was something bothering though last night but I didn't want to ask the question then feel stupid or anything." "What is it?" "Nothing just forget about it." "Come on if you haven't noticed, this is a bit of an open house. We don't keep a lot of things secret from one another. For god sake I have a half naked picture of my girlfriend hanging up in my bathroom and then we have a picture of us together in our bedroom." "I didn't notice that last night." "Yeah that's because the lights were off and you were too busy staring at Ms Christy's amazing ass and tits." "No." Misty could feel herself starting to blush and turned away from Mr Roscoe. He sat beside her and put his hand on her chin to turn her face back to him. She took a deep breath then said with a smile, "I guess my techniques for checking out women aren't exactly subtle." "It's alright. I saw you checking her out. That's why I told her and she came into your room last night." "So you told her to?" "Sort of." "Oh and I thought she was the dominant one?" Misty said with a smirk. "Ha ha ha very funny. So what was the question you wanted to ask?" "How kinky have you and Ms Christy gotten?" "How kinky have we gotten?" "Yeah." "Well this wasn't when I was with Christy but I had this girl that wanted me to pour burning hot candle wax on her back. Christy's not that freaky she just likes the control and the power our games give. The first game we ever played was probably one of the few times we really just got out of hand. I mean the first night we were together she let me have all the control. I tied her up to this post thing that used to be in our room. It was kind of like one of those old timely western posts where the men would tie their horses up. But you know she had me tie her up to it making her pretty much helpless and bent over. I gagged her with a bandana to keep up with the western theme. I saddled her up and while I rode her I whipped her ass with a riding crop." Misty looked as Mr Roscoe started drifting back into the memory. He smiled and looked up at the ceiling as a tent formed in his pants. Misty smiled as she scooted over to Mr Roscoe and ran her hand across the tent. She smiled and he jumped back into the present. He saw as Misty rubbed her body against his and kept her hand on his throbbing hard dick. He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip as he tried to move away from her touch. "We cant." "Why not?" "Ms Christy would kill us." "Isn't this what she wanted." "Not when she doesn't know about it and can't masturbate thinking about it." "Why don't we call her and tell her what we're doing then. Come on you obviously need to do something about this thing bulging out in your pants. And Ms Christy already said that you couldn't masturbate." "Actually she said that I couldn't masturbate when she wanted sex. I can do it when I'm on my own terms." "So you don't want to." Misty pulled away and flung herself onto the couch. "Well I know now not to ask that the questions that I didn't want to ask in the first place. I should never have asked that question and I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about. Look come here." Mr Roscoe leaned over and pulled Misty into a hug. She could still feel his stiff erection press against her and used every muscle in her body to not grab it. She looked down at it as Mr Roscoe pulled himself away. He turned her attention up to his eyes. "Don't you think that I would love to just go crazy on you. More than anything I want to just tear open your shirt and stick my dick in between your tits then ram it so far down your throat that it brings up a dinner you ate last week." "You've put a lot of thought into this didn't you?" "What can I say I know when I want something and I know what to do when I get it." Misty couldn't hold herself back any more. She had felt what the cock was like inside her and the feeling that she got the night before was the only thing she could think about. She reached her hand out and unzipped the pants. She pulled the cock out and stuck her mouth on the head. Mr Roscoe didn't give her time to "taste test" before he pushed Misty's head down on his dick. She was forced to the base and she gagged slightly as she made her way back up. She couldn't get more than halfway up the shaft before he would bob her head back down. While Misty was sucking his dick, Mr Roscoe reached his hand over and began rubbing the crotch of her pants. She tried to pull up to let out a moan but was only pushed back down forcefully. The sound of a slamming door deterred the two and Mr Roscoe was quick to fling Misty across the couch. He had just finished zipping up his pants when Ms Christy stepped into the room. "Hey what's going on in here?" "Nothing I was just talking to Misty about last night." "Oh really and what did she say." "I want-" Misty started to say. Ms Christy held up her hand to silence her. "I was talking to Roscoe. What did she say?" "She said that she wouldn't mind joining us again. In fact she wants to join us again." Ms Christy looked at Misty. "Is this true?" "Yes." "Come with me." Misty and Mr Roscoe both stood up but Ms Christy quickly turned to Mr Roscoe. She halted him like a misbehaving dog. "Did it look like I was talking to you?" Mr Roscoe quickly sat down and watched as the girls walked out of the room. He looked down at his jeans where the perfect outline of his dick was visibly pressed against the zipper of his pants. He knew better than to take it out and begin playing with himself. He knew that if Ms Christy was to come back in the room then he would have to be ready. He sat patiently. He began looking around the room then reached for the remote. He began looking for something to watch when he saw Ms Christy peaking her head in. "Come here." Mr Roscoe walked up the stairs then went into the bedroom. Ms Christy was wearing a pair of ass-less tight leather pants and a leather shirt that cut off so high up that it looked to be a bra. Mr Roscoe could feel his cock pressing more against his zipper just begging to get out. He took a deep breath. His attention was turned to Misty who was naked, kneeling on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back. She had another chain attaching the hand cuffs to a metal latter type device. The device was against the wall and had six different bars. The highest bar was about six feet tall. The bars were about a feet apart in length. Misty was attached to the middle bar. With the position she was in the only thing she could do would be to go forward. She couldn't stand up other wise she would risk tearing her shoulder out of its socket. "What's going on?" Mr Roscoe asked. "Do you remember when we got those security cameras set up in the house and the guy who installed them talked about the app we could get on our phones to check the camera's whenever we wanted. Well I just had the wild hair to do that today and I saw you two on the couch." "Look I didn-" "I really don't want to hear it. You wanted your dick sucked so badly earlier, why don't you go get it sucked now." Roscoe was unsure how to react to this. He didn't want to whip out his dick to reveal a throbbing hard on yet didn't want to disobey Ms Christy. He looked at Ms Christy for a little while then looked over at Misty. Seeing her in a state so vulnerable and helpless really was starting to rev his engine. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" Ms Christy snapped. She grabbed Mr Roscoe's hair and pulled him over to Misty. He looked down at Misty who was staring up at him eagerly. "Now pull down your pants and stick your dick in her mouth." Ms Christy stood not even a foot away from the two as Misty began to suck Mr Roscoe off. She knelt down beside Misty who shifted her eyes over to her. "You like that dick don't you?" Misty shook her head yes as best she could without hurting Roscoe. Ms Christy walked over to her box of toys and pulled out a vibrator that was about nine inches in length and about an inch and three quarters in width.She gave no warning before shoving the vibrator in Misty and turned it on. Misty pulled her head back and Ms Christy watched as the vibrator went off in Misty's pussy. She went behind Mr Roscoe and pushed him forward to shove his cock deeper into Misty's throat. Misty had no control over the situation. She couldn't pull the vibrator out nor could she do much with the depth of Mr Roscoe's cock. He couldn't do anything about it either with Ms Christy standing behind him. She watched over his shoulder then walked over to watch from the side. Ms Christy could tell by the look on Roscoe's face as he was about to cum. She was back behind him when she pulled his shoulders back. His cock came out of Misty's mouth and a load of cum shot onto her face. Ms Christy knelt beside Misty for a second time. She could see the cum dripping down the vibrator onto the floor and pushed it in deeper until Misty let out a loud scream. She came for a second time and the vibrator was removed. Misty looked up at Ms Christy with a flustered look. She was panting and her body was twitching. Ms Christy got redressed into her normal clothes then walked out of the room. Mr Roscoe looked down as Misty was still handcuffed. He looked down at her then walked out of the room to follow Ms Christy. "You're not just gonna leave her there are you?" "I have another part to go along with her punishment. I'll teach her to be a disobedient little dog." "What do you plan on doing?" "Don't you worry about that. You're not involved." Misty was left in the hand cuffs until late that night. She was beginning to think that she had been forgotten about and that this was all some kind of sick punishment to get back at her for trying to suck Mr Roscoe's dick. She looked at the door waiting impatiently. She had no sense of what time it was. The one clock in the room was faced away from her and with the curtains shut the room was pitch black. Misty felt as if she had been there forever when she saw the door opening. Her heart began to race and she had the look of an excited dog on her face. Misty saw as Ms Christy stepped into the room and turned on the light. Her attention however was not on Misty but rather on someone in the hallway. The voice of a man caught Misty's attention. It was a kind of deep voice with a bit of a scratchy sound to it. He was instructed to wait while Ms Christy walked over to Misty. "Would you like to get free?" "Yes please." "What was that?" "I'm sorry. Yes Madame." "You know why I did this right?" "I needed to be punished." "Good girl. Now from now on you aren't going to fuck Mr Roscoe without my say so. In fact your pussy, your mouth and your ass belong to me and I decide who even gets close to them. If I find out that you are being with people I'm not going to be too happy. Now I have someone that I would like you to meet. And if you want to make me happy you are gonna need to fuck him." House Rulers Misty watched as the man Ms Christy had been talking to walked in. He was about six foot two and had dirty blond hair. His eyes were a dark brown almost a black color. He had on a black Five Finger Death Punch Shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He was wearing tan work boots. His body was well toned but not too muscular.Ms Christy walked the guy over to Misty and put her hand on his shoulder. "Misty this is Oscar. You don't need to know much about him. He's twenty four, likes cars, has a tits fetish which I told him you fit the bill. Um lets see... what else is there for him. Oh yeah he loves to fuck in any position I say he has to. He's a good little boy. More loyal and obedient to me than Roscoe has ever been. I hope you be as nice to him as he is to me." Ms Christy walked over to the corner of the room and sat down in her spectating chair. She threw Oscar the key to the hand cuff and he let Misty free. He helped her to her feet and she looked up at him. Being that Misty herself was only five foot four she felt like a dwarf compared to him. Oscar looked down going right passed her face and checked out her tits. He ran his hands over them then grabbed at the nipples. He started yanking and twisting the nipples watching as Misty flinched slightly then accepted it. She kept her eyes on Ms Christy who was smiling and nodding in approval. Oscar walked Misty over to the bed and laid her down. He climbed on top of her and went down to begin sucking on her nipples which were already rock hard. He grabbed the entire breast with his hand. It was like a baseball mitt holding a soft ball. Oscar massaged and played with the breasts while he switched back and forth between sucking the two nipples. He then reached one hand down while still keeping his other on Misty's other breast. He slipped a finger into her pussy and began wiggling it around. He smiled then with a grin asked, "You like this a lot don't you?" "Yeah." Oscar sat up and leaned back on his feet. He unzipped his pants and placed his hand back on Misty's breast. He massaged it while with the other hand he took out his hard cock and started rubbing it. Misty looked up and she could still see Ms Christy watching from the corner of the room. A little annoyed by the distraction Oscar pushed Misty's face over until she was looking directly back up at him. She didn't have time to see the size before he stuck it into her pussy. She threw her head back into the pillow then perked her head up to watch as Oscar worked his dick in her slowly until he was all the way in. He pulled out about half way then slid his cock back. He moved in and out of her slowly then just started to get more vigorous. He took his dick out as he could feel Misty's body tensing up preparing for an orgasm. She glanced up at him with eyes pleading for him to stick it back in. Oscar turned Misty over on her stomach and propped her butt in the air. She tried to push her upper half up but was quickly scorned for it. She let her top half fall onto the bed while her ass hung up in the air. Oscar took his cock and slid it across the vaginal lips until he could see a stream of cum flowing from the soaking wet pussy. She gave him a look over her shoulder and clenched the sheet in her fist while she prayed for Oscar to put it back in. She could feel herself becoming more and more agitated with every second she had to wait. Finally Oscar stopped teasing her and pressed his cock into her forcefully. Misty grabbed the sheets as she felt a large orgasm sweep over her. She could feel as Oscar moved in and out of her varying his speed throughout before finally pulling out and cumming all over Misty's back. He fell forward and rested his head on Misty keeping himself away from the drops of cum on her back. He then sat back on his feet while Misty fell into the bed. She looked over at Ms Christy who was giving a satisfied smile. Oscar got off the bed and walked out of the room after fixing his clothes. Ms Christy walked over to Misty who was still panting from the previous orgasm. "Remember. The guys that I pick for you are the only ones that will ever make you feel like that. So in turn I am the only one who can make you feel like that." Misty was left in the room to get dressed while Ms Christy walked out of the room. She found Oscar in the hallway and pushed him against the wall. He looked at her with a smile. "So." Ms Christy said. "So?" "What's you think?" "Of the sex?" "No her outfit. Of course I meant about the sex. I know I liked what I saw." "Well it wasn't too bad. It got better knowing that you enjoyed watching." Ms Christy ran her finger down Oscar's chest and stopped at his waist. She smirked and slowly moved in to kiss him. He kissed her back then turned her around and pressed her against the wall. He ran his hands up under her shirt then kissed down her neck. Roscoe turned the corner in the hallway and watched as the two caressed one another in the hallway. While Oscar was kissing Ms Christy's neck she looked over. She made eye contact with him and pulled herself away. "Maybe you should go, love." Ms Christy watched as Oscar walked away and smacked his ass before he was out of arms reach of her. He walked out of the house and Roscoe made his way over to Ms Christy. She stared him down until his head dropped. "You ready for bed?" "Yeah I guess so." "Come on." Ms Christy went to bed that night not feeling the littlest bit of remorse.She had expected to wake up and find Misty had packed her bags and left. However when she walked downstairs the next morning Misty was making herself breakfast. "Morning." Misty smiled. "Hey I thought for sure you would have left by now." "Do you mean for work?" "Not exactly."Ms Christy looked at the floor then back at Misty."So with everything that happened yesterday you still want to stay here?" "What can I say, I know the rules and what better way to put it than to say that, you own me." The End