ROOM MATES

by submissive eve (an on line femsub friend of Mistress Patricia's)

I hurried home from work, anticipation making my heart and breathing faster.  Unlocking the door of the apartment, my breath caught in my throat as I realized my roommate was home. I yelled that I was home and was going to take a shower. She said sure, go ahead and that she had already had a shower and left lots of hot water. Slowly I walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse as I walked. The Zipper of  my skirt made a soft sound as I reached the bedroom door. I lowered the skirt, and shrugged out of my blouse, leaving them on the floor in front of the door. Bending down to take off my  heels, my ass showed off the lacy garter belt and stockings along with the white thong I had worn for work that day. Soft footsteps echoed behind me as I crossed to my adjoining bathroom.

The red silk stockings hanging from the shower door had to be folded before turned on the water of the shower, letting the water heat to the temperature I liked. Unhooking my bra, I softly fingered my erect nipples. They were hard and pebbly in anticipation of the night to come. My fingers hovered over my pussy as I slid the thong over my hips and down my thighs. Leaving the stockings on, I slowly fingered myself in front of the shower stall. So wet, so warm and so ready, my pussy was almost dripping. But I knew I had to be clean, and fresh smelling for the evening. Reluctantly I removed my hand and slowly finished undressing, taking time to roll my stockings down my legs and placing them on the vanity. The white garter belt I placed on top of the stockings.

Stepping over the rim of the stall, I let the warm water relax tired muscles. Turning slowly I let the balmy embrace of wetness calm my inner mind and peace replace the worries of the day. Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift to places and thoughts of harmony. I felt her watching me. Her eyes burning places with the hot looks of desire I knew she was thinking. Slowly I shampooed my long hair, slowly turning to face the downpour. I let the stream wash the suds away along with my inhibitions. Without opening my eyes, I felt a soft touch on my hand, directing me to the bar of scented soap. Taking the soap, I slowly washed my neck, arching it to the water. My breasts and nipples received loving attention as the bar rubbed across them. If possible, my nipples got harder. With slightly trembling hands I lowered the soap bar to my stomach, then my pussy.

The soft touch on my hand stopped me from cleansing my pussy. I opened my hand and let the soap fall into hers. Spreading my legs, I allowed her the pleasure of soaping, caressing and rinsing my most private and personal parts. She shut the taps off. I opened my eyes to see her holding a soft towel, waiting to dry my wet body. As I stepped from the shower, she folded me in the towel and her arms. I was led to the bed where she told me to lie down. Watching her face, I could see love, desire and trust. Reaching to the dresser, she took a nipple clamp and slowly placed it on my right nipple. Such exquisite pain I felt. Sheer enjoyment stopped me from wriggling in delight. She stroked the wet strands of hair from my face and place the other clamp on my left nipple. I almost came right then but knew it was forbidden.

Lovingly she placed a collar around my neck. It was the most wondrous feeling, to be owned by such a beautiful and loving Mistress. I gave my submission freely and lowered my eyes in respect. She told me to close my eyes and lay quietly while she readied herself for my enjoyment. As I lay there, the pleasure of the clamps reminded me that my Mistress had control of my heart, mind and body. Her every wish was my privilege and reward for belonging to her. In the background I could hear her movements as she adorned her body with leather and toys. A soft touch, then a stronger pull on my hair bid me to rise.

With my eyes still closed, I stood before her, proud in my nakedness. A soft whistling sound alerted me before the first stroke. I felt a slight sting to my right thigh. Another, sharper sting to my left thigh told me to spread my legs. A gentler stroke to my shoulder directed me to bend over. She placed my hands on the bed in front of me. I could feel the warmth from where she had sat. Slightly tensing my ass, I knew what she had in mind. I felt no fear, just sheer adoration and anticipation awaiting the first touch of the tails of the flogger. My nipples no longer felt pain as my tits floated free beneath me. My mind was at peace yet a small fear lingered. I knew my Mistress would never harm me, but the fear was that I would be pushed beyond endurance and I wouldn’t utter the words to release her from domination. A sharp hand slap to my ass reminded me that she was in power and I relaxed, knowing that she would never jeopardize what belonged to her.

I let my mind feel the pleasant numbness in my nipples. My fists uncurled as the first stroke centered on the left cheek of my ass. Immediately another stroke was given to the right cheek. Stroke after stroke from her loving hand was given. I never counted them as my mind found a path to a place that drove my desire higher and higher. Her soft voice in my ear, asking if I remembered my safeword, brought me back to reality. I gently replied that yes I remembered and I was fine. I could feel her hands caressing my ass where the tails of the flogger had left a slight burning sensation. The softness of those hands slowly spread my ass cheeks apart. Holding me firmly by the ass with one hand, she admonished me not to cum. I held back a groan of frustration as I knew she would grant me the reward of orgasm when the time was right.

I could feel the soft vinyl of the strap on dildo as it parted my pussy lips. Wetness surrounded it as she thrust her hips forward to enter me. I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed back against her. The sharp sting of the crop she had exchanged for the flogger reminded me that she was the one to set the pace. I stilled my throbbing body and eagerly awaited her will. She rocked back and forth, the dildo going in and out, pushing me to cum. I had to be strong. She hadn’t given her permission. My heart pounded, almost in time to her thrusts. The very air around us seemed to shimmer with sensual thoughts and desires.

She rocked harder and faster, her crop coming down on my back firmly. I was soaring, my mind a blank as I went to my other world. The command was given. My body released a torrent of wetness as I came. Over and over and over, I found orgasmic release. My body spent, I felt her remove the pseudo penis from inside me. Releasing the buckle holding it in place, she let the strap on fall. Taking me gently in her arms, she guided me to lie on the bed. In her loving embrace, we found the rightness of being together