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“Femdom Roommate” by Chrissy Wild
Femdom Roommate
I always had a crush on my friend Natalie. We grew up together, her house just up the street from mine. She was even my first kiss. Then she grew up some more and became even more attractive, of course attracting the guys, who always got to take her out while I remained in the friend zone.
So when she asked me if I wanted to move in with her I was thrilled. As poor college students, we had to either suffer in the dorms, three people to a tiny cubicle, or band together with other students and rent a house in the outskirts of the campus. And that’s exactly what she suggested.
It was a financial reason to agree to move in with her, for sure, but I also couldn’t help let my attraction to her get the best of me. So many thoughts of catching her running out of the shower looking for a towel, peeping in her keyhole at night, and so on. There was simply no way I was going to say no.
And who would say no really? If you saw her, drop-dead gorgeous green eyes, dark hair that she dyed blonde, small tits but more than made up for it with her thin waist and perfect ass, knock out figure. She kept fit from dancing all the time, doing moves for Tik Tok in her yoga shorts and tank tops. All eyes were on her when she showed up to a party.
Natalie’s attitude attracted me as well. When we hung out, she was in charge. Not that she was bossy and a bitch or anything, but if we went to eat, she would order for both of us without even asking what I wanted. In the car, she would tell me where to drive. That sort of thing. She was a natural leader, and I am a natural follower. “Beta male” is what she calls me, even though she knows I don’t like it. “Tough shit, beta,” she would say with a smile, teasing me or lightly hitting me. She only slapped me once and she was later very apologetic about it. I told her I deserved it, and I was glad she got her anger out even though nothing was my fault. I just wanted her to be happy. Deep down, it drove me wild how she treated me.
I had no doubt Natalie’s treatment of me would be the same or likely get worse if I was her roommate. But I didn’t care. Just the possibility of walking in her as she laid naked was enough to put up with it. I didn’t even think she would mind if I caught a glimpse of her nude. To her I was just one of the pals, like one of her girlfriends. She’d squat to pee next to me hiking in the woods for instance, not knowing or caring that I was pretending to look away but desperate to see her with her pants down, squatting bottomless, as if she was squatting right over me. Then she’d act like it was nothing and we’d continue on our way. It was like I wasn’t even there.
Natalie had learned of the house to be rented from an ad on the college bulletin site. There were two women already renting and they needed a third, so Natalie sent a message offering that if the room could fit two beds, then two people would be better than one. They had to think it over at first. Lauren, the natural blonde ditsy cheerleader, and Kaylee, the bookish brunette with her hair always up and thick glasses and high IQ, were looking for a female roommate. They weren’t looking for a male roommate, but Natalie had apparently given them a proposal and an offer they couldn’t refuse. So they sent an E-lease over which Natalie assured me was a standard rental lease, and we both signed and moved in.
Of course, I hauled all our luggage in myself while Natalie got to know the two other women over drinks. It was a kind of omen of things to come: me, as the male laborer, the rest as the women I was to serve. At least that’s what it started to appear like.
When I got to our room, I was shocked to find only one queen sized bed. Was I to share this bed with Natalie?
“Come here, you,” said Kaylee, looking over her glasses with some paperwork in front of her on the coffee table.
“Hi,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Sit.”
I sat across from her on one of the couches. Lauren and Natalie were laughing it up quite a bit in the kitchen. I could see Kaylee was the more serious one.
“So I have your signed lease here,” she continued. “Here’s a printout you can keep as your copy.”
“Thanks,” I said taking the lease and setting it aside.
This made Kaylee chuckle.
“You didn’t even read it, did you?”
“What the lease? Standard lease. Right? At least that’s what Natalie said.”
“You signed over your life to us.”
“What?”
“Joking,” she said, unsmiling. “I’m the funny one.”
“I can see that.”
“But really, you signed a legal document without reading it over?”
“I trust Natalie. With my life.”
“You’ve known Natalie your whole life?”
“Most of it. She lived just up the street.”
“Ever fuck her?”
“Huh, what?”
“You say that a lot.”
“No. We’re good friends. Maybe best friends.”
“She’s hot though.”
“Natalie is a beautiful young woman. That’s right.”
“So you’ve fantasized about her?”
“Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do. Come on. I won’t tell her.”
“Well. I do like her. Or I did. Then she got boyfriends.”
“You’re in the friend zone.”
“You could say that. But I wouldn’t try anything with her, if that’s what you’re getting on about. I wouldn’t push it. I have too much respect for her.”
“Well anyway it’s probably a good thing if you have some attraction to us, considering all the services you’re going to perform for us while you live here.”
“My… services?”
Natalie and Lauren came in from the kitchen continuing their chit chat with glasses of wine, one of which was brought to Kaylee. I wasn’t offered any wine.
“Loverboy has a crush on you,” said Kaylee to Natalie.
“He whaaat?” said Natalie with a smirk, and clearly a little tipsy.
“No I don’t!” I said, attempting to defend myself and learning not to trust Kaylee.
“It’s alright,” said Natalie, “I’ve see you peeping at me for years.”
“I don’t peep,” I said. “Wait, you knew?”
All those times she undressed, she must have known I was looking at her. Sunbathing naked in her yard. She must have known I was looking through my telescope at her. Natalie laughed.
“Why do you think I invited you to live with us?” she asked.
“Um. To help pay the rent?” I asked.
“Silly, you aren’t paying any rent,” said Natalie.
“Rent free,” said Kaylee. “You would’ve known that if you read it.”
“He trusts me,” said Natalie.
“I can see that,” said Kaylee. “Don’t worry. There’s an escape clause.”
“Oh good,” I said, relieved.
“For us,” Kaylee continued.
“For you?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Kaylee, “We have 24 hours to evaluate you and see if you are good enough to actually earn your stay here, rent free. That means we’ll look you over, use your services, and yes you’ll have to service your friend Natalie too.”
“Service? What do you mean service?”
“We’ll get to that and evaluate you,” said Kaylee putting down her glass of wine, sitting forward and adjusting her glasses. “Now take off your clothes.”
“What?!” I was mortified.
“We want to see what we’re getting. If we don’t like it, you are free to go. So you may as well try and see if we like you.”
I couldn’t believe it. Services? Evaluation? This was a nightmare. These women were going to use me and abuse me. And for what? I thought about it for a minute. On one hand it was degrading an abusive. On the other hand, I got free rent and got to… “serve” Natalie, whatever that would entail. But get naked in front of three women, especially three somewhat drunk women, one of whom was being a bit of a dominant bitch. But as much of a bitch Kaylee was, I couldn’t help but admire how much of an alpha woman she was. And that made her even more attractive to me. If she just took her thick rimmed glasses off and let her hair down, she would be pretty hot. She dressed kind of conservatively in her tight khaki pants, and a top that barely showed her cleavage. She had a slight smile on her face, as if to say she knew I would go through with it.
“Fine,” I said as I stood up. “But I’m covering my junk with my hands.”
“Wooo!” said Lauren as I took off my shirt. “Who ordered the stripper?”
I slowly unbuckled my pants and suddenly became so embarrassed as I realized I wore my tighty whities. Not sexy underwear at all. In a way, thought, that was good. I told myself I was getting undressed in the locker room. That was all. There were no giggling drunk women in front of me, one of whom was a lifelong friend who had never seen me naked. I was alone in the locker room. That was all.
My shoes were tossed aside and I pulled my pants down. As much as I pretended to be alone in the locker room, I could feel the women’s eyes on me, on my package. I turned around to face away from the women, took a deep breath and pulled my underwear down.
“Nice ass,” Lauren said.
I peaked around back at the women. Natalie was covering her smile with her hand. This was so amusing to her, to have me stripped naked in front of her and her new friends, in front of all fully clothed women. This was the most humiliating moment of m life. I tried to keep it together. This was not erotic. This was just a locker room undressing.
“Turn around,” Kaylee said, practically ordering me.
What choice did I have? They could have snatched my clothes and hid them, and I would be screwed. I wouldn’t even have my keys so I couldn’t run away. Also, this was surely in the contract I signed. Maybe they wouldn’t like how I looked and they could fire me. Judging by their reaction, though, it seemed at the very least they were amused by me. Maybe not by my body, but my submissiveness, my eagerness to obey a woman who told me to strip naked in front of her. What else would I do they must have wondered?
I must have been blushing at that point. I couldn’t believe I stood there naked in front of these women. Not just them either, because the window curtains were open, exposing me to anyone walking by outside. But I covered my dick, which was already a chubby at that point. The struggle to keep from getting hard was real.
Slowly, I turned around, with my hands on my cock and balls, as the women looked me over. Kaylee especially looked me over head to toe.
“Well,” she said, “Your muscles aren’t very big. You’re not that fat. Can you do manual labor?”
“Like mowing the lawn?” I asked.
“Yes, that, plus doing the dishes, all the chores actually. And any housework we may require from you. It’s all in the lease.”
I couldn’t believe I trusted Natalie about the lease. It turned out it mostly her idea having the women use me. She was always so lazy, and never picked up after herself. I guess she wanted a man around to do all that stuff for her. But I wondered if it would get me anything else.
“You want to serve women, don’t you?” Kaylee asked.
“I mean,” I began, “like how?”
“Like anything,” she continued. “Service. That’s what modern men are for. You like that don’t you?”
I had been into the femdom category of porn and erotica for some time so I couldn’t disagree with her. I never thought a female supremacy situation would ever actually show up in my life. Until then it was all just fantasy.
“Sort of,” I admitted.
“Sort of. And you’d love to service us sexually, right?”
I gulped. The thought crossed my mind of course. But I wasn’t about to admit it.
“You’d love to fuck Natalie, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
This bitch. She knew I had a thing for Natalie, and here I was naked in front of her, trying to conceal my dick.
“You were hoping to find her naked as her roommate, weren’t you?” she continued. “Hoping to walk in on her bottomless on the toilet or stepping out of the shower. And maybe even find her face down on her bed and drunk, hoping that she would think you were her hookup and asking you to eat her ass before bed?”
All of this was driving me wild. It was all true. I had lusted after Natalie, and I was naked in front of her and this bitch Kaylee was describing things I damn sure would actually have wanted to do. My cock grew beyond the capacity of my hands to conceal it.
“Oh shit,” I said, my face purple with blushing, my cock rock hard sticking up in front of my, with my hands in a futile attempt to cover it.
This made the women wild with laughter and hoots and hollers.
“It’s not that big,” said Kaylee taking her glasses off to have a closer look, “But not that bad either.”
“There,” I said, putting my hands at my side, in an unconditional surrender to the women and their gazing and inspecting. “In all its glory.”
“And all for me?” Natalie observed, knowing it was the thought of me fucking her that drove me over the edge.
There was nothing I could say. My erection gave me away. It was quite out of the bag.
“It better not be all for you,” said Lauren. “Share some servantboy for the rest of us.”
“There,” you’ve seen me naked, “I said. “Now can I please get dressed?”
“Not so fast,” said Kaylee. “Again, I would direct you to page 2 of the lease where it says your status of being clothed is at our discretion.”
“Meaning?” I asked.
“Meaning this is a CFNM household for the most part. ‘Clothed female, naked male.’ So maybe you’ll get used to it. Don’t worry, we have little outfits you can wear from time to time, like the French maid apron when you’re cleaning, or a tool belt, and just a tool belt, when you’re fixing something. Or you may be clothed when we feel like it. Men’s clothing should be a privilege, not a right.”
“Not a right?” I said, flustered, “What is this the Constitution?”
“Yes,” said Kaylee, “To you it is. And it spells out both your rights and responsibilities. Now my feet hurt, so come over here and do one of your duties.”
I was still naked as these women sat looking at me, judging me. I wanted to put my clothes on, but at the same time, it was a thrill of a lifetime. When would I have three beautiful women in front of me while I was naked? A foursome was never going to happen. Maybe this was the closest I was going to get. I gave in and sheepishly walked up to Kaylee.
“I want to see how willing you are to serve the superior gender,” she said. “This is going to hurt. Are you ready?”
“Uh….” I figured I was ready for whatever she was about to dish out.
Kaylee tossed off both her shoes and got barefoot.
Thump!
She kicked me right in my exposed balls. Lauren and Natalie jumped in their seats in surprise. I got down on my knee in pain and grabbed my balls.
“Ohhhh,” I said in pain. “Why…. did you do that?”
“I didn’t do it out of anger, in fact it was out of love. Because I want to see if you’ll still give me pleasure after I kicked you in the nuts.”
Normally I would have been pissed. A woman just kicked me in the balls, and somehow I wasn’t getting enraged and fighting back. Kaylee had me in some kind of spell. It must have been how vulnerable I was being naked in front of her, but for some reason I believed her it was out of love. Maybe she really liked me.
“My feet hurt,” said Kaylee, putting the same foot that just kicked me almost in my face. “Don’t you want to make a woman’s feet feel better?”
“Okay,” I said, crawling over to her, and accepting her petite bare foot in my hands.
I instinctively massaged her foot as she leaned back in the couch. Even though she had just inflicted sever pain on me, I wanted to make her feel good. I never met such an assertive dominant woman who actually looked good, who was actually attractive. And I didn’t want to let her go because I got mad that she kicked me in the balls. She seemed to think it was her privilege as a female to inflict pain on a male. Maybe she was right.
“I’m impressed,” said Kaylee, clearing enjoying my massage.
“I just want to make you feel good,” I said.
“I think we have a keeper,” said Lauren.
Natalie smiled and clinked glasses with Lauren.
“Okay,” said Kaylee as I massaged her foot sensuously. “So far so good. But we still have a lot of tests before we can all accept you in our household.”
“Even more tests?” I said, thinking I had already been through enough pain and humiliation.
“Don’t worry,” said Kaylee. “Not all of them involve pain.”
“But some do?” I asked.
“Only if you’re bad,” she continued. “Like if you disobey us, or do something wrong, or fuck up the cooking or laundry.”
“Yeah,” said Lauren, “like if I catch you sniffing my dirty panties.”
“Or if you don’t clean my room,” Natalie chimed in.
Now even Natalie was joining in their reindeer games.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“Punishment,” said Kaylee.
“What kind? Ball kicking?”
“No, that’s just for fun. And by the way, we’re all allowed to slap you or kick your balls. You agreed to that.”
I sighed. It was true. I had signed and consented to all of this and more. It was a reason to read what I was signing if ever there was one.
“When you’re bad, you get a whipping,” Kaylee continued. “While one of us sits on your face and smothers you.”
“Smothers me? Why? That’s a bit extreme.”
As much as it sounded painful and degrading, it was exciting to think of one of their asses on my face, and maybe Natalie’s!
“We’ll give you air occasionally,” said Kaylee, “but you’ll be struggling for it. It’s symbolic, a woman sitting on a man’s face like a throne. Not in a sexual way, either, just using a man’s face as human furniture. It’s degrading and humiliating.”
The thought of it was tempting me to actually want to do something bad to experience it, but I didn’t have to wait long.
“Now get ready for your whipping,” said Kaylee, putting her foot down.
“What did I do?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Kaylee said. “Yet. The point is to give you a taste so you know what it feels like, so you’ll know not to disobey us.”
Lauren got up out of the couch and headed toward the kitchen counter, pulling out one of the stools.
“It’s a special stool,” said Kaylee.
The stool had a U-shaped seat and a padded bar underneath where a man could put his head, face up, for a woman to sit upon. There was a space under the stool where he could sit.
“I think I’ll have a seat,” said Lauren pulling up her tight gym shorts. “I said, I think I’ll have a seat.”
“You’re going to get in the stool and your face will be her seat,” explained Kaylee.
“Oh my God,” I said, getting up and slowly moving my way to the stool as Lauren looked delighted. “And I’m going to be whipped?”
“Just a couple times,” said Kaylee. “Now hurry up, or Lauren may forget to lean forward and let you breathe.
Lauren face the counter and waited with her big ass sticking out, waiting for my face. I maneuvered myself into the stool and stuck my face in the seat, with my head resting on the passed bar. The way the supports ran down the side left my naked back exposed.
“Ooh a comfy seat,” said Lauren as she leaned back and descended her ass down on my face, completely covering it.
She wasn’t very heavy, but most her weight seemed to be in her fat ass. She squished my nose and pressed my head painfully into the bar. I immediately began to panic as I couldn’t breathe at all. Her pussy covered my mouth and my nose was squished, and the fabric of her gym shorts covering my nostrils.
“Oopsie,” Lauren said, leaning a little forward, giving my nose something breathe, and smell.
I struggled for air as she sat. She could’ve been eating, or playing with her phone, oblivious that there was a human under her. I was completely objectified literally, I was just an object for a female ass to sit on. It was getting hot right away, the body heat from her ass was immense.
What a joke I was. I let these women walk all over me, SIT all over me, and all for the promise of free rent? Was this worth it? At least if she was bottomless, I could taste her pussy, and give her pleasure, or even eat her ass. But with her gym shorts on, all she could do is ride my face if she wanted, though the friction of her shorts would be excruciating. It was already hurting every time she adjusted, scraping my face. I must have looked like quite a fool to the others, especially to Natalie.
I could hear my pants being picked up by the sound of my belt buckle. It was Kaylee who took my belt out of my pants and walked up behind me.
“Ready for your punishment?” she asked.
I had a mouth full of gym shorts pussy and a face full of ass. I couldn’t even see anything, let alone say anything.
“I said, are you ready?”
MmmHmmm was my muffled reply into Lauren’s ass, attempting to say I was ready.
Whack!
MMMMHH! I made a noise into Lauren’s ass as I felt the sting on my back.
Whack!
Kaylee had whipped me twice, and Lauren was struggling to hide her giggling. I couldn’t hear Natalie giggle yet at least.
Whack!
The sting was immense. It made me even hotter, my face was already sweating under the fat ass cheerleader, and with Kaylee’s whipping, I was starting to sweat all over.
“I’m going to let Natalie take some aggression out on you,” said Kaylee. “It’s something you should do anyway, as a good male servant to your female superior.”
There was a pause. Was my best friend about to whip me for no reason other to show she could? Just because she was female?
Whack!
It was even harder than Kaylee’s whipping. My back was burning.
“Sorry,” said Natalie. “This is just for demonstration purposes, okay?”
I couldn’t answer with Lauren on my face. I don’t even know what I was going to say. I actually kind of liked the discipline Natalie was giving me. It was something I had fantasized about before.
“Look at his raging hard on,” observed Kaylee.
Somehow, under all that smothering and near suffocation, and a whipping on my back, I had a raging erection. It must have been the idea of Natalie whipping me.
“Go on,” said Kaylee. “Pull yourself off.
Was she for real? Was she really going to let me jerk off as Natalie whipped me? I didn’t hesitate any longer. I grabbed my dick and started to beat it.
“Better hurry before he blows his wad all over Lauren’s feet,” say Kaylee to Natalie.
Whack!
MMM I grunted.
Natalie whipped again. Only this time, I liked it. I was jerking off simultaneously to the humiliation of being face sat by a blonde cheerleader with a nice body and big ass, and my longtime friend disciplining me just for the hell of it.
Whack!
I couldn’t see Natalie. All I could see was Lauren’s ass in gym shorts when I could see anything at all. But I thought of her. With every whip, every stinging lash, I thought of her whipping me, beating me, punishing me, with eventually her ass on my face. Maybe our bedroom had a special chair at the desk where I could offer my face for Natalie to sit on as she typed her homework. Maybe she could get in pajamas at night and I could lay face up on the bed and she could sit on my face as she watched TV. Maybe I could rub her feet, instead of Kaylee’s. Maybe she could sit on my face bottomless as I ate her pussy as long as she wanted. All these things drove me over the edge.
Whack!
MMMppphpp I grunted in both pain, then pleasure as I shot my load, squirting my cum, some of which did in fact hit Lauren’s feet.
“Now you know some pain, and pleasure,” said Kaylee. “I think you’re going to like it here.”
MmmHhh, I agreed, Lauren’s ass still on my face and Natalie going to get paper towels to heal my wounds. She would care for me afterward and I would continue to get tested by the others and her as well.
With all the things these women could do to me, the painful and humiliating, as well as the pleasurable and exhilarating, I knew this was the start of a long series.