The Roommate Pt. 13 - Miranda

Lori left the bed before Leigh Ann woke up from her nap, and Lori again wished she wasn't wearing chastity. If only she could defeat it like before! But having to laboriously dial through 999 combinations on the tiny lock didn't appeal to her (although a hacksaw would probably do the job in a crude way).

And so, still horny after the session with her new roommate, she tried to distract herself by making a delicious dinner for the two of them, for Saturday evening. It was a shrimp stir fry with an arugula salad on the side.

When Leigh Ann finally drifted into the kitchen, drawn by the cooking aromas, and learned it was for her too, she was quite happy.

Lori was appropriately attired with a full apron over her dress, and Leigh Ann had changed into a loose shift with bold blue and white stripes. She had re-done her makeup, and her hair was bound back into a little bun.

As they ate at the little kitchen table and washed it down with some Riesling, Leigh Ann sighed. "Miranda should take off a little more often," she laughed. "I'm just kidding, because she and I have had some great sex, and of course that's one of the reasons I'm here. Yeah. But, damn, our own little session was quite something. Was it for you?"

Lori loved to see Leigh Ann display a little more assertiveness and maleness, and said, "I, ah, enjoyed it because there was no mickey-mousing around trying to learn what turns you on. You know, so many people are shy about their deepest turn-ons and might never tell you."

"The bondage part -- " said Leigh Ann, "is that something that turns you on? I mean, has being tied up by a woman ever been a fantasy for you?"

"Well, last night when you tied my wrists behind my back and left me that way for the night -- as I lay there I got turned on by the feeling that you were controlling me, in a little bit of the same way that Miranda controls me. But it's more direct, I think, you know -- rope on skin. Kind of the same way I enjoy a tight bra or tight corset. Or a tight girdle."

"You're funny, in a way," said Leigh Ann. "I can see the academic in you coming out, the way you analyze things. You're a nice combination of sexual and mental."

"Why thank you," said Lori.

That evening, Leigh Ann had Lori join her in bed, but leashed to the bedpost -- and with both wrists and ankles tied, but not too tightly. She also played a little with Lori's male nipples, now exposed without a bra, making Lori twist with the sensation and making her wet. Then eventually they both slept soundly.

In the morning, as Lori lay bound, Leigh Ann brought her breakfast in bed (toast and jam, and scrambled eggs with chives), then untied her. This all made Lori feel very womanly in a lesbian way, as both she and Leigh Ann were wearing rather frilly, white nightgowns.

Leigh Ann was a bit more down to earth without makeup on. She had an ankle chain around one ankle, and a small tattoo just above the other ankle: a small heart formed by sensuous barbed wire.

"Did you enjoy being tied again, Lori?"

"Very much. Also enjoyed being in bed with you."

"You do like Miranda an awful lot, don't you?"

"Well, yes. But you and Miranda are quite different. She's an earth mother, like a love sponge, so nurturing and supportive of me becoming a woman. On the other hand -- and this can be exciting --she's sometimes a cruel taskmaster when she becomes so distant and gets angry with me. You on the other hand are more fun and don't take things too seriously."

"It's interesting seeing her through your eyes. I'm drawn to her because it seems her sexuality draws me in and surrounds me, like a dense liquor. But, hey, enough of this psychology stuff! My god, I'm getting drawn into your bookish way of thinking."

"It would be fun to watch you two make love sometime," Lori ventured.

Leigh Ann let that one fly by without answering, then said, "We have an entire Sunday ahead of us, girl. Yesterday, you did me, so today I will do you, know what I mean?"

"Leigh Ann, you own me today, you're my Miranda, so I'd love to see what your perverse, ah, inventive mind might want to do."

"Stay with 'perverse'," laughed Leigh Ann. "I have some ideas. I have had some fantasies about you."

"Really? Me? Do I deserve to be in a beautiful woman's fantasies?"

Leigh Ann started out by outfitting Lori in a stunning black PVC catsuit (from a suitcase Lori hadn't seen before), which fit because they were about the same size, and with Lori's bra and hip-padding girdle to fill it out. Lori had never seen one in real life before.

Then Leigh Ann pulled herself into a tight, slender, maroon PVC dress with plunging neckline, partly exposing, of course, her breasts, with Lori pulling the final, long back zipper. The outfit pulled in Leigh Ann's waist sexily, and prominently exposed her well-formed ass. Underneath, she wore sexily patterned nylons into black high heels, and her lipstick again was in the "kiss-me" shade.

Lori found the whole scene rather humorous, kind of like a BDSM video, with trite and tried-and-true props guaranteed to get devotees wet, but didn't want to say anything after Leigh Ann had gone to all the work.

Leigh Ann finally finished setting the stage, and said: "The name I go by in bondage and SM is Cassandra. Today, I am Cassandra. Yes?"

"Yes." Lori was ready for whatever, and her skin was beginning to feel clammy under the vinyl catsuit. "But remember I have the safe word 'fortune.'"

Leigh Ann, or Cassandra, buckled Lori onto a ladderback chair, so her ankles, waist and arms were tightly secured. Then she proceeded to make up Lori's face with all the tools she was so proficient with. There must have been at least a dozen applicators, brushes and whatnot, and Lori was enjoying every minute of it. Last to be applied was lipstick -- with two shades of those. When Leigh Ann/Cassandra showed Lori her image in a mirror, she hardly recognized herself.

"Will you do this every day, Cassandra?" joked Lori.

"Just getting us in the mood."

Leigh Ann/Cassandra had already done her own makeup. When Lori was released and stood up and looked at herself in a full-length mirror, she looked and felt like a completely different woman, so shiny and sleek, and with makeup that made her look alluring and dangerous.

"If you hadn't been caned so recently, I'd find my whip," observed Cassandra, but you have a pass in that department." She thought a while, then stood Lori at the foot of her bed, spread her legs, and attached her ankles to the bed's legs. Then she combined Lori's arms into a leather arm binder behind her back and laced it up securely.

"Love these," said Cassandra. "So nice and tight and lovely." She then tied one end of a silky rope to the wrist of the enclosure, looped it over a strong light fixture in the ceiling, and pulled. And pulled some more.

Lori was now forced to bend over as she went more and more into an uncomfortable position that became even more uncomfortable with time.

What sustained her was the fallback of her safeword. And again, pain fed into her erotic zone -- to a point. If Cassandra exceeded a certain point, the pain would pass a threshold. Leigh Ann/Cassandra was breathing heavily from the exertion; she was certainly not in athletic shape; she was not into yoga or a runner. Now she ran her hands over Lori's body, especially between her legs.

She pulled Lori's hair and head back forcibly, saying: "You are all mine, Lori. Do you want me to pull the rope up tighter and give you some more of that sinful pain?"

"It's just fine now, Cassandra," Lori gasped.

Nonetheless, Cassandra pulled her arms up an inch or two more. Lori worried that Cassandra intended to pull her off her feet, in which case she could seriously wrench her shoulders.

Minutes passed, and Lori was sweating. But she didn't beg to be released. She was a pain warrior and would let this all feed into her erotic center.

Cassandra, behind her, unzipped part of Lori's PVC suit behind her crotch and Lori could feel a flap dangling down, bringing a little cool air to that part of her body. Her tormentor then walked away and returned, and Lori heard a plastic squeeze bottle being opened and felt lube on her male vagina. It was being smoothed around the opening, and then two fingers pushed gently pushed some inside. That stimulation mixed with the arm pain formed a new eroticism, which only increased when Cassandra slowly inserted her strap-on silicone penis.

"My first time with a guy!" exulted Cassandra. "At least, first time in an asshole. Yipee!" She bucked back and forth slowly for starters, then gained speed.

I'm being fucked by Leigh Ann; this is really happening, thought Lori. Pain and pleasure continued to form a potent brew, and Lori knew she wasn't far away from orgasm.

After Leigh Ann had her way for a while (did women like taking the male role much?, Lori wondered), she eventually withdrew, again a bit out of breath.

"Cassandra, do you have a vibrator?" asked Lori.

"Yes, why?"

"I'm so super horny and ready to come -- thank you by the way -- I think that if you held a good vibrator against my chastity, it would do the job."

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," chuckled Cassandra. She removed Lori from all her restraints and ties and lay her down on her bed, and, from one of her magic suitcases, removed a dildo of sorts which she buckled to Lori's head -- it also consisted of a ball gag on the inside.

Now, instead of Lori's lips, the dildo extended upward from Lori's head -- a nice, long, curved black dildo which Cassandra didn't waste any time sitting on, and inserting into her vagina. Lori was now very up close and personal with Cassandra's cunt, even closer than she preferred. She was a living penis, for Christ's sake!

Cassandra's vinyl dress dropped down onto Lori's face as she began pumping, while she apparently played with her clit with one hand. She seemed to forget Lori was even there, she was so pursuant of her pleasure. Lori, on the other hand, was smothered with Cassandra's juices and smells, along with a tiny bit of pubic hair.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Casandra switched the dildo, which was like Lori's long nose, into her anus (a definite turnoff for Lori). This seemed to excite Cassandra more, and she began rotating her hips and angling them in different directions to gain the maximum sensation. With renewed attention to her clitoris, Cassandra began to attain her peak.

Lori wondered if she were going to completely push the dildo out of Lori's mouth, but just then Cassandra came wonderfully -- that mystical pooling of earth and heaven.

Cassandra fell off the dildo and nearly fell off the bed, but then just lay there until her breathing quieted down. Lori laboriously removed and dropped the dildo to the floor.

After a half hour, after they'd both fallen asleep, Cassandra/Leigh Ann got Lori back up, took off her catsuit and got a cotton nightie on her, buckled her back into the same chair she'd been in before, and plugged in a large, handheld massager or vibrator (industrial grade). Turning it to maximum vibration, Leigh Ann touched it to the tip of Lori's chastity while simultaneously lightly touching one of Lori's male nipples. Now, Lori's entire chastity device was vibrating.

Receiving stimulation from an electric vibrator is quite different than employing a hand job. Almost against one's will, one's body answers with steadily increasing warmth, the pressure and pleasure of accumulating fluids, and ejaculation. The orgasm is very good, not the very best, but ... very good. A machine orgasm. Leigh Ann unbuckled her partner, threw her a towel, and began to remove her own vinyl attire.

"That ... was bondage. That ... was BDSM. That ... was a very good, hot time. Thank you, girl, for stepping into my fantasies. I know, you wonder if Miranda and I do the same stuff. No, we're on a different plane, so to speak. So it's nice to have you here to flesh out my hottest fantasies."

And Lori offered, "And now I'll go back to being an everyday girl, wearing ordinary panties, but I must say I will never look at you in the same way again!"

"Speaking of you, Lori, I've been meaning to get a better grasp of where you're at. I mean, I look at you and mostly think, 'woman.'"

"Good."

"Because your mind and mannerisms all point in that direction. But then you still have a dick; and a beard that could grow out quickly if you didn't shave every day; and your voice if you don't work to change it, is still a male's. So what would you call yourself: a crossdresser who wants to be crossdressed some of the time, or, a man who wants to live all the time as a woman? Do you want to have the complete medical makeover? -- you know, there are all these categories."

"I haven't pinned myself down exactly; I've been having too much fun with all of this; it's like living a dream, you know. I actually reached a decision where I wanted to start taking hormones because I wanted breasts and a more womanly body, but Miranda nixed that, because she wants me as a woman with a serviceable dick."

"A serviceable dick, I like that," laughed Leigh Ann.

Lori continued: "A lot of people are really fascinated by women with dicks -- maybe it's like having the best of both worlds" -- and she continued on, telling about the young-man-kissing episode in Roger's garden, and how that upset Miranda.

"Maybe I should get breast implants," said Lori.

"I've thought about changing myself from a B to a C," admitted Leigh Ann. "My tits are too small."

"They are perfect. Don't get them changed in any way," said Lori. "And I'm giving you partially a male perspective here!"

Before Miranda returned that day, Lori couldn't resist telling how Miranda and Stevie had made good use of Lori's dick when they made love over her -- and Lori hoped that sometime Leigh Ann would want to try that as well.