House Rules: Part Two

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Awe-inspiring and terrifying, the black, leather paddle in my hand was a masterpiece of erotic art. Several layers of stiff leather were double-stitched together, creating a stratified veneer of punishment. Flowery, Gothic lettering spelled out “SLAVE” in backward lettering on one side, the indented text sure to leave the swollen, red prose on my victim’s flesh. The obverse side was quilted, a lush, deep red velvet to provide a softer, more pleasurable flagellation.When I first cast my gaze upon the handle, my pussy responded with pulsating wetness; touching the brutal artistry caused a furnace of arousal to ignite deep within my loins. Blood-red velvet, matching the softer side of the bondage weapon, was crisscrossed with delicate bands of midnight-hued hide, providing a firm, comfortable grip. In my hand, it felt more like an extension of my domineering wrath, an implement of control and possessive ownership. The firm handle was capped in a bulbous, gleaming metal finial, wide near the bottom and tapering up into a narrow, rounded tip. Red, anodized stripes ringed the wider swell, its purpose as an anal plug obvious.Josh, my handsome, timid, and very submissive roommate knelt on all fours on the floor. His excited breath came in gasps and heaves exhibiting his horny urgency.“Are you ready to receive your punishment for soiling my boots?” I let disdain, contempt, and dominance drip from every syllable.“Y-yes, Mistress Lilith,” he stammered out, panting. He pressed his cheek to the floor, presenting his muscular, sexy ass for abuse.“Not yet, you worthless worm. First, you will crawl to me and lick your filthy cum from my boots. Do it, NOW!”Quivering-Joshua, his body trembling with excitement, slowly closed the distance between us. His decently-sized cock throbbed with arousal; his sinewy muscles hunched and bunched sexily, and he slowly crawled, head down, eager to lap his jizz from my boots.“Thank you, Lil,” he whispered in soft, whimpering moans.“What did you call me, you pathetic piece of fuck-trash?” I slammed the paddle against my open palm, the thwacking report echoing through our shared living room. I felt the sting of leather on my flesh, grimacing slightly. Now I knew exactly how hard to strike my voluntary slave.I smiled as his thick shock of immaculately coiffed hair leaned forward and down. His tongue darted out, aimed at the still-warm, white goo he’d very disobediently sprayed on my footwear. My head turned to the full-length, wide mirror, taking the scene in from the profile perspective. My friend and roommate, Josh, was so aroused that his cock sprang back to hardness as soon as I verbally denigrated him for cumming without permission.Josh was sexy, so sexy that I’d initially struggled with whether to seduce him or not when he first moved into my home. The dominatrix bursa sınırsız escort gazing back at me from the mirror, however, was brutally, cruelly desirable. She didn’t seduce; she was obediently served. We stuck our tongues out at each other, then adopted a more domme-like visage. The collared fuck toy, moaning in delight while he lapped up his cum from my patent leather-clad toes, was the perfect accessory. I had to admit the truth; I looked fucking hot: strong, commanding, and fuckable.From bottom to top, I looked as if I were born for this very sexy role. Black, patent leather, knee-high, heeled boots wrapped my exercise-toned, shapely legs. The domineering footwear had been recently spit-shined, then buffed to a reflective gloss, compliments of Joshua’s fervent devotion. My bare thighs showed just enough muscle beneath my lightly-tanned, smooth skin, and the spiderweb tattoo on my left thigh—from my “Lilith” phase before I truncated my nickname to Lil—not only added slutty art to my flesh but it is also matched my boots and thong.Other than the boots and thong, my only other article of clothing was a black, full-cup bodice. Boned to torso-shaping perfection, the shiny black material, offset with chrome metal accenting, increased my cup size to nearly a D-cup by lifting and squeezing them into a horny cleavage peepshow. Other than slut-red lipstick on my pouting lips and some smoky eyeshadow, I didn’t wear much makeup, as my natural skin tone and facial features always caught others’ eyes.I’d purchased the bodice to add some sexual spice with my ex-boyfriend, and the boots were discovered in a second-hand store just before last Halloween when I dressed as a Lion Tamer and Josh as a lion. Maybe that was when it started; perhaps it was when he moved in. The catalyst, however, was my panties. My sexy, lace panties were definitely the spark that ignited the powder keg.Being single in your late twenties is more an extension of one’s college years than real life. The food, housing, and lifestyle improve after graduation, but the mentality of studying hard and partying hard remains, just slightly altered. Work hard, play hard supplants that, basically the same mantra, just no finals; you receive a paycheck, instead of a grade. My assertiveness and no-nonsense attitude, coupled with being quite personable, landed me a secretary job at a medium-sized law firm. Within a year of graduation, I’d been promoted to the head secretary, and I ran a very tight ship.Josh was an acquaintance, the ex-boyfriend of a friend’s friend. His heart-breaker, and cause for eviction, was Crystal. Unlike the Austrian kind, she was not a fine Crystal. In my opinion, she was a raving bitch of a slut that sought validation by throwing her red-haired pussy at anyone bursa escort bayan and everyone. Always yammering on and on, her mouth never quiet, she fucked and sucked her way through half of the city before she finally decided that Josh just wasn’t right for her and kicked him to the curb.Although I had some major reservations about taking him in, due to being a man, my long-time roommate had migrated westward, taking a decent job offer. I couldn’t fault her for that; everywhere one looked, businesses were hiring, but nobody actually hired. Despite having a penis, Josh had all the qualifications I needed.In a perfect storm of serendipity, not only did our needs satisfy the other’s, but our personalities and lifestyles complimented each other. My assertiveness matched his desire to please; his timid nature was buttressed by my authoritarian decisiveness. Even his state-of-the-art, large-screen, Smart TV complimented my addiction to streaming movies. We enjoyed many of the same foods, almost always cooking dinner together, had similar tastes for entertainment, kindred senses of humor, and we both adored spiced rum.I needed somebody to help pay the bills; he was not only looking for a new domicile but was also gainfully employed. The way Crystal had walked all over him, treating him like a doormat, alerted me to the fact that he was a safe gentleman. Within the first week, the trepidation of him owning a penis had dissipated. After a month or so, we’d become fast friends, sharing intimate details like best friends.At first, I fantasized about him, wondering if he’d be a good lover. However, I didn’t want to ruin the rare camaraderie, so I quenched the embers of passion as soon as they’d sparked. That didn’t mean that I didn’t tease him just a little bit, wearing skimpy shorts or tight yoga shorts around the house, losing my bra as soon as I got home from my nine-to-five indentured servitude, our lounging about in only a t-shirt and panties.I ignored Josh’s lusty glances, always lighting up inside. It made me feel sexy and desired. I’ll confess, though, that some nights I could hear him masturbating from the other side of the wall between our bedrooms. Some nights, especially after a few movies and copious amounts of rum and coke, enough to impress a pirate captain, he was louder than he knew. Sometimes, I‘d smile, musing over whether I was the cause of his jacking. A few times, I fingered my dripping twat, matching him, trying to cum before he did.In the fall, a few months after we’d grown very comfortable living together, we were both invited to a costume party around Halloween. Although it didn’t seem to be important, then, especially due to Josh’s shy nature, it was the first time he ever verbally mentioned that he found me sexy. My Lion nilüfer escort Tamer costume consisted of the boots, tight, black spandex pants, and a frilly, red, waistcoat. I found a red top hat, my black hair descending in a braid behind it, and wore a toy whip on a broad, black belt. His silly lion costume, adult-sized footie pajamas, made us a matched pair.“Is this too stupid to wear?” I’d asked him, twirling around to show him the full effect.“You look so sexy, so strong,” he drooled. “I bet every guy there hits on you! I would if we weren’t roommates.”More like you would if you weren’t so Beta, I thought to myself but didn’t voice.During the party, when we were all displaying our costumes, we went out together, him on all fours, me fooling about with the whip, trying to make it crack. When I lightly smacked it on his butt, I could have sworn he moaned. After that, his leers, horny glances, and drooling stares became more frequent. But it was my panties and that movie night that cinched it.About a week before he knelt before me, nude, his erection swaying with his excitement, and submitted to being controlled sexually by me, we had a lovely dinner that we prepared together, followed by us each picking a horror movie to stream.Josh is too insecure and fearful of women to approach them, which is probably why the cunt, Crystal, latched onto him; she’s such a fucking whore that she’ll just grab a guy and fuck him. He hadn’t dated anyone. I’d canceled my pending date, as the sparks just weren’t flying.So, with our night free, we two roomies cozied up on either side of the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn between us. The two of us were in a jovial mood, the road to giddiness shortened by some excellent marijuana and copious amounts of rum. Since Josh volunteered to do the dishes, his movie was first. It was a fairly decent slasher flick, true to the formula.Some masked madman was going about hacking up young virgins in creative, diabolical ways. The movie wasn’t what I’d call particularly scary. Playing to the lowest common denominator, it was a parade of tropes interspersed with gratuitous nudity. Of course, the basest go-to for such a movie is the ever-popular jump scare.We were buzzing from booze and smoke, laughing at the movie, and comfortable on the couch. I’d changed into just a worn, ripped t-shirt, my little lace thong covering my snatch. Josh was in some light, cotton lounge pants, his cock swaying as he walked. Our living room was littered with bits of hurled popcorn, ammunition aimed at one another for particularly silly quips. I had one leg drawn up, my knee resting against the arm of the couch. A jump scare caught me by surprise, making me bounce, and startling me.The cheesy scare tactic made me jump a bit, causing the hem of my shirt to rise up, exposing my panties. I neither noticed nor was concerned, at first, as we’d seen each other in our underwear before. However, for some reason, that night, when Josh and I simultaneously reached for a handful of popcorn, I noticed that his eyes were riveted on my panty-covered crotch. His eyes grew wide, and he stammered out an alert, which I ignored.

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