The Roommate Pt. 07 - Miranda

The next day, when Josh returned home from teaching college students (who were only around six years younger than him), Miranda met him at the door. She seemed in a fine exuberant mood and gave him a smile.

Sometimes he didn't know which personality he'd find - the friendly, mother-like woman who helped him become Lori, or the controlling figure who could beat him or reduce him to crawling like a dog. But he'd signed on to cave to her moods and needs, and she did seem to know what would excite him, and she knew not to take things too far.

Besides, per the contract, he could always yell "fortune" if things got too intense or demoralizing.

He immediately went about the delicious routine of becoming Lori, including a close shave and a tiny bit of makeup. He never tired of seeing two pert breasts pushing out healthily under his top. He/Lori truly enjoying picking an outfit to wear based on his mood. Like Miranda, Lori shied away from dark, dull colors, and found that light, slinky fabrics with upbeat colors suited him best, to make a pun.

He loved the feel of soft fabrics against his skin, the tightness of his bra and the sensation of earrings and bracelets moving alongside his skin. He/Lori had even gotten used to the plastic holding his genitals.

Several days previously, Miranda told Lori that within two months, her hair would be long enough to dispense of the wig. Until then, it was the one thing that Lori intensely disliked. It was too tight and artificial, and he hated to keep brushing it to remove tangles.

Today, Miranda had baked some marijuana brownies and insisted he try a couple, saying she'd had some earlier. He wasn't in the least bit hungry, but was always obedient, and had some with milk. The brownies were potent - perhaps that's why his big sister was so welcoming and expansive.

They sat down on the sofa, two women in a haze.

"Oh, last night," said Miranda, "you were probably wondering what that was all about, right?"

Lori kept eating.

"Right, girlfriend?"

"Well, it did come as a complete surprise," said Lori. "I will admit, though, that being led around by a leash had been a hot fantasy for me a couple times. Ah, Miz Sayer."

"And then, being my pet dog and sleeping on the floor?"

"Miz Sayer, that did perplex me." Lori wasn't laughing or smiling, and she just kept on eating the chocolate brownies, knowing she'd get bombed.

"Here's where I'm coming from on this," said Miranda, looking into Lori's eyes. "I think constantly about having absolutely the most delicious power over you, and what came to mind was the power of an owner over his dog. Dogs can be so worshipful and fawning and needy of attention from their owner. They can be so trained to obey commands. You probably wouldn't believe how much I love it, and I'm playing with that dynamic, if you don't mind a fancy word. But remember, the most important thing is to be my girlfriend, my Lori."

"Oh, and now that I'm in this mood for talking, which I don't have all the time," - Miranda paused as if looking for Lori's affirmation - " . . . I want to tell you a little more about this part of me."

"I told you about the girl roommate who was my submissive in college, but I also had a short dominant relationship with her kid brother also, remember? - the sissy. I had him wearing chastity too and being kind of a slave. So I'm just continuing along my path, which is, you know, fun."

"Did you and the sissy get sexual?" asked Lori.

"Not for you to know," said Miranda as usual.

That evening, she led Lori on a leash into the bedroom again, and Lori again slept on the floor in her nightgown after being petted.

But the next night, after dinner, Miranda said she had a surprise, if Lori would first undress and neatly fold her girl clothes on Lori's bed.

So Lori presented herself, front and center, with only the gleaming plastic containing her thingee still there. Humming, Miranda reached into her bra, brought out the key, and removed Lori from her confinement. Lori's penis seemed tiny, as though it didn't know what to do with its freedom.

Miranda flicked it once with a fingernail and it mounted a little effort at an erection.

Then Lori's big sister extracted a drugstore-looking bottle of Nair from her purse and handed it to the naked boy. "Nair, girlfriend. Do you know what Nair is?"

"I've heard the name, but not sure . . . Miz Sayer."

"I never thought about the brand much," reasoned Miranda, "but it probably means 'no hair.' It's a depilatory, which means you go take a shower, then turn off the water and slather it on everywhere you've got hair, except not on your face, and probably not on your package, and let it sit there for around five minutes."

"You want me to remove all my hair?"

"Yes. Isn't that exciting! It will leave your skin softer and smoother. We should have done this long ago, really, Lori. I mean, this is another little step for your becoming more feminine, more Lori."

"Yeah, I like the idea, especially at this moment in time. I confess - maybe it's from the pot tonight - that I wish I was completely a woman. The Josh side of me seems like in another world. I wish I had real breasts, a real cunt, and everything."

"I know that I'm idealizing like crazy. Does this please you, Miz Sayer?"

"Oh, so much, you wouldn't believe! But one thing at a time. Pulling you back down to earth, Lorie honey - when you're in the shower, you leave the Nair on for five. You then take a washcloth, turn the shower back on, and wipe off all the hair."

"And do not beat off in the shower. If I look in on you, and I probably will, and I see you beating off, there will be a price to be paid," said Miranda as she pretended to wield her whip.

When he emerged, still slightly wet, Miranda felt the soft hairless skin of his legs and chest, which resulted in an immense erection which she seemed not to notice.

"Very nice. And now to be more ladylike please shave your face closely, then put on your bra and nightgown and hairpiece, and a tiny bit of perfume. And oh, some subdued lipstick."

Upon return, Lori was again fitted with the collar and was led into Miranda's bedroom by leash.

This time, she was surprised to be given a spot on the bed proper, with her leash tied to the bedpost. Lori lay on top the covers.

"Lori, Lori. You have been so patient wearing The Privateur, so uncomplaining and womanly, so accepting of my control, that I'm going to let you pleasure yourself. Tomorrow you'll be back in containment, so here's your chance! On the nightstand you'll find a towel and lube."

With that, she turned off the lights, save for a very dim nightlight.

The room was warm and Lori didn't wait long before pulling up her cotton nightgown and applying lube. He thought this must be the most he'd ever looked forward to masturbating.

Just as he applied his hand to his member and made a little moan, Lori felt the bed shift and Miranda's dimly lit face appeared over his. As she massaged one of his faux breasts, Miranda ever-so-lightly brushed her lips against his neck, then his ear, then his forehead, and then his lips. She tasted extremely exotic and new.

His hand had continued moving up and down his penis, and his midsection rose off the bed of its own accord, as though to hard-fuck his hand. He moaned and then yelled, and mightily came.

All that time banked into his confinement had yielded incredible returns. His hands were totally creamed. He laid back, then remembered to grab the towel and wipe himself.

Miranda had approached him! She had helped bring him to the peak.

"It was fine, my little pet, until that unwomanly shriek," said Miranda seriously as she petted Lori's head. "It was a man thing, and it scared me. I thought you were having a seizure or something. Lori wouldn't yell; she would moan, and maybe writhe a bit."

"I loved your lips, Miz Sayer."

"It was a little reward for being a good girl, a good pet. That's why I had you put on lipstick and perfume, and put on your bra, so I could imagine you were a girl."

" . . . How does it feel, coming after so long?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmm. Triple mmmmmmmmm. And now laying here as a woman, or pretending to be one, is so perfect. I do love to wear nightgowns."

"Sometime I would like to touch you in all the right places," admitted Lori.

Miranda acted as though she didn't hear. "Lori, you can sleep in my bed tonight if you keep yourself on the far side of the bed and have your back to me. And keep that collar attached to the bedpost. If you make any moves, you'll be back down on the floor."

After 15 minutes or so of trying to go to sleep, Lori heard some rustling on the other side and wondered if Miranda was playing with herself.

The next morning, the chastity device went back on, and the key went down Miranda's bra, almost as an enticement to go get it.