The Roommate Pt. 06 - Miranda

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Part 6 of the 17 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 06/16/2016
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ValoryG
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Josh/Lori continued to endure a burning ass throughout most of the following day, but by the time he returned from teaching, the sting was more of a memory.

He helped prepare the evening meal just as Miranda directed, reveling in his/Lori's long skirt, breasts, hairdo, earrings and bracelets, and slip-on sandals with heels. She had even applied a little lipstick because she liked the feel.

She tried to follow Miranda's suggestions perfectly, and found that created a certain erotic attraction to his older sister. She couldn't exactly explain it, but in her new situation Lori really did want to please Miranda and earn Miranda's confidence in her. Lori could be Miranda's perfect housewife.

On the other hand, was this whole scenario, wondered Lori, bringing out the male in Miranda?

Miranda complimented Lori on her appearance.

"You're really settling into your role, aren't you? I'm beginning to feel a lot more comfortable around you, girlfriend."

There were many, many honey-dos: "Lori, would you please bring the bottle of Pinot so we can finish it off? Lori, the bathroom needs cleaning."

"Of course, Miz Sayer."

In addition to the wine, soft female clothing had the inestimable value of calming Lori and putting her in a laid-back, blissful mood. When Miranda tucked Lori in that evening, she give her little sister a tiny peck on the lips, perhaps attracted by the remnant of lipstick there.

The next day dawned bright spanking new, and Lori heard Miranda making noises out in the kitchen as she made the rounds getting ready for work at Roger's place. Lori slowly raised herself and sat on the edge of bed in one of her pretty nightgowns, yawning and stretching.

Just then, Miranda bustled in without a word, smiling. She was wearing jeans and white shirt, with her breasts pushing healthily against the shirt pockets.

"Lori Thompson, I almost forgot! One of the most important parts of our agreement." She withdrew a box - actually THE box - from her deep purse, and presented The Privateur in all its thick, clear-plastic glory.

Lori had as usual awakened with half an erection (being of that age), and upon seeing the caged device, soon developed a full arch. As Miranda laid out all the sections of the chastity tube on Lori's bed, she ordered Lori to go to the bathroom and take a quick cold shower and towel down.

Upon her little sister's return, she had Lori stand in front of her, all naked with goose pimples and with shrunken penis, and rather quickly attached all its parts, tiny padlock and all. Now Lori's thingee was firmly encased in the curving device, and because it attached to a ring behind Lori's testicles, it was absolutely impossible to remove unless one sawed it off in desperation.

Miranda gave the hard assembly a flick of the finger, and it swayed slightly side to side.

"Feel's kinda like the ultimate bondage, Miz Sayer," observed Lori. "Only one thing - a gaff wouldn't be able to pull it back all the way."

"I love seeing you this way, dear. It turns me on. Makes you more Lori. Now whatever you do sexually, it's all in my realm. I get to decide. Except of course, I can't control what you fantasize; I can't stop a wet dream. But don't worry, I think I'll be releasing you for a short time before you come to that point! Can't say when!"

"Don't be counting the days," giggled Miranda. "I love this, Lori. I own your thingee." In a dramatic gesture, she put the keys to the Privateur's little lock down her bra.

As Miranda left in a rush, Lori was very, very glad she'd masturbated after she was tucked in the previous night. She, too, had forgotten that enforced chastity was about to be applied.

All that day, Josh/Lori was acutely away of the appliance on his privates. It was a constant reminder of his sexual subjugation and impotence (of sorts) and of his ties to Miranda. He learned to pee through it, and sometimes it aroused him and made him wet.

He did consider one thing: because of the device's complications, putting it on required some experience - which Miranda obviously had. And that meant that either she'd practiced on some sort of dummy, or she had previously put it on a man. If a man, that meant that possibly she'd been in a hetero relationship before. Would she admit it? Probably not.

Late that afternoon, Josh arrived home from college, finding Miranda already there.

"Hi Lori. How's your day? Did you survive wearing the thing?"

"It was OK."

"OK, Miz Sayer, that is," admonished Miranda.

"Oh, sorry, Miz Sayer. I mean, I felt so different wearing it. A little erotic sometimes, made we wet a couple times thinking about it. But there was also the weight of it pulling down a little, and worrying that someone might see its outlines."

"Pull down your pants and panties."

"I'm sorry, I just love looking at it," said Miranda. "Usually guy's thingees are so kinda soft and formless unless they get an erection. This makes you seem hard all the time, which I just love." She grabbed her hand around the plastic curve and pulled down just a little as though she were milking a cow.

"Like some bras women wear - Miz Sayer - to turn their soft breasts into something more formidable . . . and uplifting, like pointy bras, which I find totally fascinating."

"There is some truth to that, Lori. What would we women do without our bras?"

The evening, again, the two worked side by side to prepare the meal. Wearing the device, Lori didn't feel quite as free and womanly as before. It was as though Miranda constantly had her hand around his member, controlling, controlling, controlling. Wearing it was disconcerting. She figured that soon enough she'd almost forget she was wearing it - unless she felt a terrific need to masturbate, that is.

That evening, they turned on the TV and watched a concert on PBS television, eating popcorn. Miranda had Lori sit next to her, demure boobs, touch of perfume, wig and all. Their bodies were touching each other all along their lengths, but no one made a move, except that once Miranda pushed Lori's skirt down against the chastity device, leaving a little bulge there. An hour later, the tiniest bit of pre-cum wetness began to show through, and both saw it, and said nothing.

Several days later, after Lori had worn the plastic tube continuously, with Miranda asking often how it felt and wanting to see it, things took a new turn.

On an evening when they were both watching TV again, this time in their nightgowns, and they were again slouching down side by side, Miranda left without a word - to use the bathroom, Josh/Lori assumed - but returned with another little gift, of sorts.

"Look what I found for you, love," said Big Sister. It was an animal collar and leash. Or maybe it was another sex store product - made entirely for humans.

Miranda was full of surprises, it seemed. Just when they seemed to be getting lovey-dovey, out comes the master/mistress side again.

She carefully and gently fastened it around his neck, turned off the TV, made him get down on all fours like a pet, and led him into her bedroom.

"What a strange world I've entered . . . voluntarily," thought Lori. "I volunteered for this humiliation."

After turning out all the lights around the apartment, the largish woman ushered him into a little bed she'd made at the side of her own raised bed, made up of a couple blankets on the hard floor with a tiny pillow. He curled into it; she covered him with a thin blanket and tied the leash to one of the legs of her bed.

"Are you comfortable enough, Lori-pet?" asked Miranda softly in the dark. "I hope you are appreciative that I'm letting you sleep near me. But don't get any ideas; remember I've got you kind of fixed." She gently petted his head and shoulders before climbing into bed.

Lori lay there for a long time. He heard her breathing after she fell asleep long before him, and heard her bed creak a little when she turned over. But most of all, he was intrigued with all the feminine smells in the room. Josh/Lori was feeling very horny, and wanted to screw her badly, to stick his wick into the center of her and release a boatload of cum.

But, his status had been reduced to . . . dog.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
a little different

This is goimg a little differently than i thought it would. Might i suggest that you stop reffering to your josh and lori character as both at the same time and only reffering to the one he is supposed to represent at the time.

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
BAD Relationship.

This relationship is going from bad to worse. He should look for the copies of the contract and destroy them all. Her putting the chastity device on him and now the dog collar and leash is too much. Josh should drug Miranda and tie her to her bed and gag her while she is asleep. She how she likes it being under some one's control. I would not trust Miranda since she does appear to be hiding something.

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