From Roommate to Sub

I was fresh out of graduate school & found a great job in my field in a city a few hours away. I found a roommate on Facebook. We messaged back & forth a bit before I committed. She seemed nice enough, a little stuck up honestly, but she was covering more than half the rent (well her parents were), so I jumped on the opportunity.

The apartment was nice, really nice. She had the master bedroom & bathroom, which weren't pictured in the ad. The rest of the apartment was obviously newly renovated & very nice. I couldn't believe how little she was asking for the second bedroom. I committed & moved to the city two weeks later.

When I arrived, she greeted me, holding out her hand like she was the pope.

"I'm Mandy, but you can call me Miss," she said smirking at me. Seemed a little odd, considering we were the same age. But it was her apartment, so I didn't argue.

"I'm Sammie." I said smiling at her. She was looking me up & down excitedly. Honestly, I was doing the same. I hadn't had any action since my last girlfriend dumped me for her ex over a year ago. Mandy's profile picture didn't do her justice. She was a goddess.

Her beautiful curvy frame leaned gracefully & powerfully up against the door jam. Her glossy hair cascaded down her back & swished tantalizingly behind her narrow waist. We were the same height, but it felt like she toured over me. After I finished checking her out, I met her eyes only to immediately drop them back to the ground. She had definitely caught me staring, as a small smirk graced her plump red lips.

"Come," she commanded. She showed me around & to my room. In the corner of my room sat a large dog cage.

"I didn't know there was a dog in the apartment," I said confused.

"There isn't yet," she said with no further explanation.

She left me to unpack. I removed the cage from my room into the living room, which she didn't comment on.

She seemed nice enough as a roommate. She had a few bad habits. She often left her dirty dishes in the sink, but I didn't mind. I just washed them for her. She also seemed to always leave her clothes in the drier, but again, I just folded them neatly & left them on her bed.

On my first night, I was cleaning our dishes & she was talking loudly on the phone with her friend Denise about some party. While I scrubbed away at her utensils, she suddenly dropped her glass into the sink water. She smiled at me condescendingly & continued her phone call, leaving the room. I rolled my eyes, as she obviously expected me to wash the glass. I scrubbed the rim of the glass, where a bit of her red lipstick was smudged. I imagined her plush lips leaving the mark & felt myself moisten. Get it together, I scolded myself.

It was about a week into living together that I was again folding a load of her laundry. I pulled a pair of her panties out of the drier. They were tiny & lacy. I found myself running my fingers over the edge of the lace, imaging her round ass in them.

Quickly shaking myself out of the thought, I grabbed the basket of dirty laundry she left & started sorting them for her. I pulled out another sexy pair of panties, but these were used, wet with something in the crotch. The sweet smell of her nectar permeated the air. Without thinking, I lifted them to my mouth & took a tentative lick across the crotch. I finished sorting her laundry & guiltily snuck the used panties into my pocket. I furiously masturbated that night while smearing the crotch of the panties across my mouth & nose, imaging her smug little smirk the entire time.

As the days went on, her small forgetful habits became more frequent & more annoying. Her dishes piled up. She began sitting her laundry outside my room to be washed each day. She left a mess in the living room.

After a particularly long day at work, I came home to find the living room I had just finished cleaning to be a complete mess. Mandy sat on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.

The frustration of my day brewed & I immediately snapped. "Can you please clean this shit up, Mandy! I just picked this up this morning."

I immediately felt guilty & covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes wide. Her eyes never left the TV but a small smile graced her lips.

"What do you call me?" she asked, still flipping through the channels.

I lowered my gaze to the ground embarrassed of my outburst. "Miss," I answered quietly.

"Speak up, brat." I deserved that.

"Miss," I said louder. "I call you Miss."

"Better," she said proudly. I felt my shame lift slightly. "Clean this up," she ordered, gesturing lazily to the living room. I immediately started cleaning up around her. Her shoes sat kicked off at her feet. I got on my hands & knees to grab them. While reaching for them, I felt her drop one then both of her feet onto my back. I froze as I felt her cross them delicately, using me as her own personal foot stools. I glanced up at her. She still smiled smugly & watched the screen.

My anger stirred in my chest. She looked down at me smugly, giving me a pointed look. I immediately dropped my gaze to the ground & stayed still.

"Good girl," she said, returning her gaze to the TV.

10 minutes I stayed there obediently, allowing her to use me as a foot rest. My anger built in me and I internally screamed at myself to do something, to move. But I just froze there.

After the ten minutes, she removed her legs from my back & stood. I immediately stood as well, feeling confused & embarrassed.

"When you finish cleaning this up, she said gesturing to the bowl of popcorn she had just been snacking on & the shoes that were still discarded at our feet, go ahead & move that dog cage back into your room. It's taking up my space in here."

I nodded, still stunned by what had just occurred.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Words, Sammie," she said sternly.

"Yes, Miss," I immediately blurted.

She smiled sweetly at me before patted my head & going to her room.

I followed her directions internally raging at her blatant disrespect of me. Yet, when I closed my door, I immediately rubbed myself to orgasm, stuffing the panties I had stolen from her in my mouth to muffled my cries of anger & pleasure.