The Roommate Pt. 02

I stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for my roommate, the memory of last night still leaving a smile spread across my face. I could still taste the cum of the man who fucked her, ravished her, filling her pussy, which I happily licked clean. I felt free in my realization that I was her toy. Her slut. I knew my place, I knew what was expected of me. And I knew that I would never be let out to cum ever again. I was a good girl, and I was so happy to be so.

I watched as she entered, a subtle smile as she saw me, my morning outfit of panties, long socks and a crop top. Giggling, she took the coffee I handed her, a gentle pat on my ass as she sat down at the table. Patting her leg, I knelt beside her, feeling a small gentle hand caressing my hair as she looked at her phone. Ignored, but not forgotten, her little pet, here for her amusement.

Finished browsing, she cupped my chin in her hand, those blue eyes capturing my full attention. Smiling, she asked if I had fun last night. I could only nod, unable to voice how much so. Her other hand moving to my hair, brushing it out of my face. She explained that he would be coming over more often now, and that she told him about me. Her pet. I blushed, embarrassed that someone else knew about Rory. In her usual fashion, she said in the coming weeks I would be tested. Vague and terrifying, leaving me with a thousand questions, she sent me off once again to do my chores.

True to her word, the next night we had another visit from her mystery man. She had dressed me as a bunny for the occasion, my skin burned with humiliation and excitement, feeling how exposed I was. I was positioned in the living room, standing, hands delicately behind my back, legs crossed, eyes down. I was on display, my roommate showing off her toy. The months of denial coursing through me as my caged clit pulsed in my costume, a consistent and forceful reminder of what I had given up for her.

As I heard her answer the door, my heart started beating in my chest. Nervous, scared, anxious, I simply waited in my position. I listened as the two approached me. Her mystery man, who I was to call Sir, complimented my roommate on her toy, ignoring me completely. I felt him circle me, admiring my outfit. I felt like I was on fire, my clit trapped in fishnets and a bodysuit, screaming in its cage.

When he placed his hands on me, feeling my legs and ass, I whimpered. I felt like I could cum just from touch, melting into the sensation of that hand running over me. With a spank, firmer than my roommates, Sir left. Eyes still down, not daring to disobey, they left. I listened as they moved into her bedroom, keeping the door open. Soft moans began to emit from her room, gradually getting louder.

I gulped as I heard him enter her. A grunt as he shoved himself into her pussy, and a broken moan as she willingly accepted him. Acceptance turned to need, hearing her beg him to fuck her harder. To make her cum. I was a mess, excited and horny, left to stand in my heels in the other room. Forgotten. The combination of the throbbing I felt in my cage, the snugness of my outfit, and the position I had been placed in, all amalgamating into the feeling of being a toy. Property. Lost in the sensations, I simply waited to be told what to do, waiting to be a good girl.

Hearing my roommate soft moans, I knew they were finished. I heard some commotion, and soon felt Sir's presence in front of me. He curled a finger in my collar, pulling me into him. A tiny gasp escaped me, giving away my level of excitement. For the first time I stared at him, saw him. His firm gaze held me, examining me. Holding my attention for a few minutes, he informed me to go take care of my roommate. Of my Mistress. I simply nodded, unable to escape his glare.

As he let me go I scurried to her room, my mind on fire with lust. With need. But that need simply reinforced my desire to submit. To be a good girl. Feeling the strain of my clit, I dove into my Mistress' pussy with my tongue. I basked in the moans radiating from her, the hand holding me in place. She clipped a leash to my collar, pulling me into her, keeping my tongue trapped in her pussy. I tasted the effects of them fucking, mixed together, cleaning his cum out of her. She pulled me to her when I was finished, smiling as she saw the state of me. She called me her good girl. Her little cum-breath sissy. Her toy. With each label I blushed, letting them wash over me, feeling the truth in each.

The next time Sir was over, Mistress dressed me as a schoolgirl. No longer just my roommate, my keyholder. Something had shifted in the first visit of Sir. Something I couldn't explain, but desperately needed. Completely lost in my role, I curtsied for them both, tied shirt exposing my stomach. Pleated and plaid skirt, far too short, exposing my cage as I dipped. White stockings, with pink bows perfectly placed at the back, I was a silly fantasy. A silly girl. They both reinforced this, laughing at how cute I was. I blushed willingly, letting the humiliation of my position wash over me, the need to be their good girl stronger than anything else.

They led me to the bedroom, kneeling beside the bed, watching as they disrobed. Watching as she took him in her mouth, eyeing me the whole time. Mistress moved on all fours, her ass in the air, and I was dragged underneath her. Smelling her pussy, mere inches from my face, the wetness and eagerness evident. She lowered just enough where my tongue could find her clit, softly licking, hearing the tiny moans of encouragement. I also had the perfect vantage point, a moan escaping my lips, as I watched his cock spread her pussy, pushing into her.

I licked her clit, eyes wide as I watched his big cock sliding in and out. I listened to the effects it was having, the groaning coming from the other end of the bed. Mistress buried her face into the bed, muffling her moans, until Sir grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, moans loudly echoing through the room. Feeling her quiver, body tensing, I knew she just came on his cock. Sir was close behind, groaning as he fucked her harder, cumming in her glistening pussy. I watched it all, so horny it felt like my mind was slowly unraveling. I hadn't cum in so long, forced to watch the very thing that was taken away from me. Yet, all I wanted was to lick, was to please.

As he pulled out, little droplets of cum fell into my mouth. I moaned like the slut I was, wanting more. Sir smiled at the eagerness in my eyes, bringing his cock to the tips of my lips. I watched with excited eyes as he rubbed himself over me, my lips glistening with the combination of his cum, and my Mistress' excited wet pussy. He left his cock just above me, telling me to kiss it. I did so happily, planting my lips on his head, eyes closed as I worshipped it. Satisfied, patting my cheek, followed by my Mistress' ass, he left, us two used sluts still recovering from the effects of what just happened.

For weeks Sir was over sporadically, enjoying my Mistress and I in a variety of ways. Sometimes I just watched, standing in the corner, bound to the bed. Sometimes my mouth was used, both of them watching as I cleaned her of his cum. The only consistent thing was the kiss on his cock, every time, always covered in his and hers cum. I got excited as he finished, knowing I would get to taste the remnants of the evening.

The most humiliating evening was when Mistress tied me up on the table, facing Sir as she played with my asshole. My frustrated moans, feeling the trapped orgasm inside of me, as she coaxed the cum out of my body. She had gotten so good at doing this to me, denying me any pleasure, draining me of cum. I whimpered, her comforting hands massaging my balls, rubbing my butt, as she smiled through my torment. Leaving the plug in my ass, the vibration slow, she sat on Sirs lap, the two of them watching as I licked clean all the cum she had taken out of me.

Tonight felt no different. I watched my Mistress in Sirs lap, kissing and moaning. I knelt beside them, dressed in the same outfit the first time I watched him fuck her. Pink, fluffly, and blushing, I waited to be directed. Aside from cleaning and shaving, my clit had not been let out or touched since I met Sir. Mistress had resorted to other methods of teasing, always feeling my caged clit, my squished balls, describing what his cock felt like. She also had donned her strap-on more frequently than ever before, using me as her personal fuck toy. I was starting to enjoy the sight of her cock more than her key. Needless to say, as I felt my clit straining yet again in its cage, I was excited. Eager.

Seemingly ready, Sir picked Mistress up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. My leash in his hand, not given permission to stand, I awkwardly crawled behind them, my ass and cage exposed to the air as I quickly tried to keep up. He had me stand beside the bed, Mistress' hand underneath my dress to caress my clit. She looked up at me smiling, face contorting into pleasure as his cock pushed its way deep inside of her.

I watched the scene, feeling the excited hand around my cage. With every thrust she squeezed, enjoying the whimpering from me. Moaning from what was being done to her, Mistress pulled me down with my leash, her hand still firmly cupping me. She moaned in my ear, telling me how good his cock felt. I moaned with her, eyes wide as she told me how thick it was. How good it felt. How much she loved it pushing in and out of her. I heard her voice catch, mid sentence, as she came yet again on his cock. Her grip tightened on my leash and cage, a mix of lust and pain coursing through me. I was a confused mess, not knowing what I wanted, a good girl for my Mistress.

Adding to this was the sound of his orgasm, grunting as he filled her with cum. Sir shivered, pumping a few last times before pulling out, his messy cock covered. I was pulled on top of my Mistress, legs on either side, her hands quickly finding my cage once again. I waited for my kiss, my cum filled kiss on Sirs cock. He brought it to my lips, my eyes closing as I worshipped it with my lips. However, he didn't pull away, instead forcing my lips open, pushing his cock into my mouth.

Surprised, I squeaked, feeling his cock inside me. Resting on my tongue, my lips surrounding it, I stared up at him, his firm hand stroking my cheek, calling me a good girl. My favourite two words broke me, any hesitations I had, and I pushed back, opening my mouth and throat to him. Smiling, he began to fuck my mouth, nice and slow, coating me with the tastes of him and my Mistress.

I squealed with his cock in my mouth as I felt one of the hands feeling my cage move to my ass. A finger was pushed inside of me, quickly finding my g-spot. Eyes rolling in my head, I moaned around the cock I was pleasing, feelings of lust overtaking me. I surrendered to both of them, their toy to use as they please. A second and third finger followed, stretching me open, making me openly drool from their effects.

Suddenly they pulled out, and I felt the cock in my mouth leave. Pouting, Mistress turned me around, forcing my mouth onto her pussy. I licked and sucked, cleaning her as I had done so often in the past few months. Hands in my hair, keeping my leash taut, she called me her good girl in between moans. I blush, feeling my pink dress hugging me, feeling the petticoats in the air, feeling my clit and ass exposed.

That exposure being used, as I felt the bed shift behind me. I tried to look, but kept still by Mistress, her grip firm, telling me to focus on her pussy. I watch the hunger in her eyes, staring at me, taking it all in. She watched as my eyes widened, my moans increasing, an expression of utter shock spread over my face, as I felt Sirs cock push inside of me. The thickness of it feeling as if I was starting to break apart, he stopped at soon as he started, leaving his cock inside of me. Breathing heavily, trying desperately to focus on Mistress' pussy, I was an endless stream of noises. Moans, whimpers, painful grunts, she took it all in. Always calling me her good girl. Her good little pet.

Never breaking eye contact, I stared at my Mistress as the cock in my ass pushed in deeper, filling me. Feeling his thighs against me, knowing he was fully inside of me, I began to fall into myself. I was lost in the sensation of being their little fuck toy. My entire focus, purpose, was to please them. The fact penetrated every part of my mind, my being. As he pulled out of me, pushing back in, I did something that I hadn't done in a long time. I did something Mistress had taken away from me. I did something that I thought would never happen.

I came.

Tears in my eyes, excited and needy, I came hard from Sirs cock in my ass. Moaning into my Mistress' pussy, watching her excited expression, I came. Quivering throughout my body from the effect, I was held up by the hands around my hips. I felt myself grip his cock, never wanting to let Sir go, cumming over and over through my cage. I couldn't think, couldn't move. I just knelt on all fours between my Mistress and Sir, cumming from being fucked like a good girl.

When I had finished with my orgasm, Sir began pushing in and out of me one again. Feeling sensitive and drained, I sank into Mistress' pussy. She scooted closer, pulling my head up to hers, eyes intently watching me. She asked if I had cum on his cock. I could only moan, nodding in shame. Giggling, she kissed me cheek, calling me a good girl. She kept my face in her hands, watching the effects of being fucked spreading across my face. She asked if I liked Sirs cock inside me, just like she did. Again words escaped me, moaning my response. Mistress smiled, kissing my forehead, the warmth of which spreading through me.

Sir took his time to climax once again, filling me with cum. I felt the warm splash inside of me, somehow so proud to know I was filled with his cum. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, wanting his cock back in my ass. Still in my Mistress' hands, she smiled, watching my satisfied face. She brought me around on my knees beside the bed, face to face the cum I had squirted from my clit, fucked out of by Sir's beautiful cock. Hands behind me, I cleaned it all, tasting the effects of my first orgasm in months.

Mistress knelt beside me, both staring up at Sir. I watched him approach with two matching collars, my heart caught in my throat. He started with my Mistress, hand outstretched, expecting something. She blushed, glancing at me with a weak smile, and took off her key. I watched as she placed it in his hands, trading it away, as he placed the collar around her neck. Not given time to think, I saw him place it around his neck, standing next in front of me. He removed my collar, leaving my neck feeling exposed, holding his new one in front of me.

I looked to my Mistress, and she smiled. Nodding encouragement, I stared back at Sir, a soft moan escaping me, as I nodded in return, feeling the new collar clip around my neck. Mistress took my hands in hers, matching collars surrounding our neck. Sir placed a hand on each of our heads, taking in the sight of his new pets. We both giggled, leaning in to kiss either side of his cock.

Worshipping our new Master.