You’d encouraged your fiancé
to invite her high school girlfriend to stay with you while she found a new
place to live. Bad break-up. It would only take a week or two, you
figured.

“Won’t you be jealous?”

The question had thrown you.
You realized you hadn’t really thought of her as a proper ex. You were normally
jealous of other guys who even looked at your fiancé too hard. Bias, you
guessed. But now that you thought about it, she was always a little starry eyed
when she mentioned Anise, the old flame. And Anise was a bit flirty with your
girl when you ran into her… The more you considered it, the more the idea of
them possibly hooking up gave you a hard-on. Stereotypical, but true. Maybe
you’d even get to watch?

So you assured your wife-to-be
that you weren’t concerned and that she should not worry either.

“She’s just a friend that
needs a place and some kindness. Be there for her.”

“…okay. If you say so.”

The ex was a blonde bomb-shell
of a woman. From day one Anise treated you like a servant and your fiancé like
a…very close friend. The third night your fiancé came to bed and, after a few
minutes of cuddling, sheepishly asked if she could sleep in her ex’s
bed. “She’s really sad and lonely. No funny business, I swear.” You were
secretly gleeful but assented like an ignorant patriarch. “Of course,
baby. Comfort her.”

You
stayed up for a while, masturbating, imagining what sort of comfort might be
given. You could almost swear you heard moans, but that might just be wishful
thinking.

Next
morning you checked in on them through the open guest room door. The blonde was
wearing the oversize college shirt of yours that your fiancé normally slept in.
Your girl was asleep in her ex’s arms and wearing…maybe nothing? She opened her
eyes, “Mmmm, morning honey. Anise wants you to make us crepes for breakfast in
bed. Um, I mean, I told her how well you make them and she thought you might
treat us?”

You
complied eagerly, feeling exhilarated in a strange way that wasn’t just about
girl on girl titillation. You trusted your fiancé to keep her promise about ‘funny
business,’ in a naïve way, even while her ex somehow coaxed her out of her
pajamas. Imagining Anise breaking down your gullible fiancé’s defenses – and
conspiring to get you to serve them – gave you such a boner.

You
didn’t see your girl in your bed again until two weeks later. And that was when
you came home from work to discover them there, in your bed, entwined. Anise
was eating out your fiancé while she moaned loudly and writhed. Finally, she
noticed you and spoke up:

“She
wants you caged.”

“…what?”

“You
can watch, you little perv. But you have to you have to put your big cock in
this tiny cage, k? Doctor Anise’s orders. She doesn’t want any chance of you
trying to fuck her after you get excited. You understand, right? Or you can
take your boner and go sleep in the guest room, okay babe? I’m her bitch now.”

In a
sort of trance you took the proffered cock cage and put it on. It was tricky at first but the blunted spikes on the inside shrunk you down to a reasonable size soon enough. Anything to see
this action, you told yourself. But part of you knew you loved being bossed
around and degraded. You tried to rub yourself as you watched, but the locked chastity cage thwarted any satisfaction.

You
assumed they would let you out afterward. Assumptions, assumptions. Anise takes you aside and lets
you know the score. Your fiancé belongs to her now and you serve them both. You
cry, grateful and terrified. Anise removes your engagement ring while you do
so. “We’re just going to take your wedding reservations, okay? Will you be her
bridesmaid?”

You
nod, racked with sobs. Your fiancé…um, your former fiancé, squees and hugs you quickly
before kissing her wife-to-be passionately.

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You hated her but now you’re nothing but grateful to her.

She’d been the worst from the start.

“Ooh, I like your cat-eye glasses. Sometimes I wish I could rock the mousy look,” said the statuesque blonde, looking down at you, the first time you had met. She was a vision; sexy, confident, elegant. “Guys never call me ‘cute,’ y’know?”

She was your fiance’s new business partner. He spoke highly of her and she seemed to hold him in great esteem as well. It was infuriating.

“You’re such a lucky woman to have a man as smart and clever as Ahmed. And so…handsome.” She winked at you. ”You’re such a strong woman. I would just be anxious that he’d find someone better. I’m terribly jealous of your self-assurance. Here you have such a catch and you don’t even wear makeup or go to the gym. You’re totally my hashtag goals.”

This went on for months. You tried to play down your insecurities while telling your fiance what was up. He just laughed and assured you that Janae didn’t mean anything, that her worst crime was being oblivious. He refused to take you seriously. So her comments continued, sometimes right in front of your fiance.

“Your fiance is so adorable, Ahmed! How do you resist just scooping her up like a little girl and pinching her cheeks? Oh, I simply couldn’t not!”

“Heh heh, Vee never lets me. No matter how much I might want to.”

“Vee, Ahmed is strong! I can see it even through his long sleeved shirts. Don’t be afraid he’ll drop you. You’re not that pudgy. I bet with our height difference we weigh the same. 130? Here, pick me up Ahmed. We’ll show her.”

He looked embarrassed and uncertain but Janae insisted until he scooped her into his arms like a groom with a bride. He showed no strain. They looked right together. Both so well dressed, attractive, tall, sexy. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, looking over at you.

“See, Vee? This is easy for such a strapping young man. Let him cuddle you like his sweet little girl.” With that she turned her head to Ahmed, rubbing her cheek along his neck and cheek, stopping when her lips were practically pressed into his ear. Down she whispered huskily. Ahmed shuddered and released Janae quickly, but she managed to uncurl slowly, sliding the full length of her body down his front. She kept her arms around his neck and relaxed into his chest, panting.

“Really, I don’t know how you resist climbing him right here.” She pushed away, pressind her open palms over his chest. “Really, try it. I’m not squeamish.”

You looked to Ahmed and saw a touch of reluctance, shame. Your eyes darted down and saw a very obvious tent in his lightweight work pants. That made you angry and ashamed but also determined. You marched right up to him.

“You seem uncertain,” he interrupted, “Here, let’s start out like this.” He turned around and bent down, offering you a piggy-back ride. It was childish by comparison. But you were too surprised and too stubborn. You went ahead with it and were soon on his back. Was he keeping you from feeling his boner?

“Awww, so cute. Like a tired little toddler. Hmm…maybe you are just a little heavier. Ahmed, do squats and pushups for your fiance so you carry her like you did me.”

Your face burned and you pressed it into his back so she wouldn’t see the tears at your eyes. You felt so humiliated, unsexy, fat…

After that you started changing things. You went to the gym. But not with Ahmed. It was too embarrassing. You really weren’t fat but up against that petite queen you felt so squishy. You got platform shoes and the highest heels you could find. You practically threw out all your old clothes and replaced them with more elegant, mature, sexy outfits. You bought makeup and practiced tutorials online.

Ahmed seemed confused but he also complimented you. And you certainly noticed he initiated sex more often! The sex was very vigorous.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Take it,babe, take it! I’m going to fill you right up. You like that? Yeah you do. Fuck, Janae, ahhhh!” And he came, exploding into you.

“What?!”

“Sorry, Vee, I came. It was just so good. Was it too soon?”

“You said Janae.”

“What?! No. No. No. I…did-n’t. I said ba-bay, baby. Sorry, it’s corny. I’m sorry you thought that. You’re my only cutie pie. You know that.”

You didn’t argue the obvious lie. You just excused yourself and went to the bathroom and cried quietly. You’d tried so hard to live up to Janae. But you couldn’t. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t an elegant sex goddess. You were cute. All your trying did was to remind your fiance of her. You took out your phone.

“This is Vee. You win.” You’d stolen her number from Ahmed’s phone weeks ago when looking at their texts. Nothing had really been incriminating.

“I win what, cutie?”

“You know. I admit defeat. You’re the better woman.”

“Honey bunches, there’s no such thing as a better woman. Only different women. Or girls, in your case. We all have different roles we belong in.”

“Well this girl is done. I’ll step aside. You can have him.” Tears steamed down you face, onto the screen.

“Have who? What do you want me to do to him? Tell me, little girl.”

“Take Ahmed! Fuck him! He deserves someone better. Someone hotter. I can’t compete!”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?! I give up!”

“I want it all, Vee-Vee. You’re upset because you were in the wrong place. You had a stud. And studs belong to women like me, not little girls like you. Understand?”

You nodded dumbly then typed: “yes.”

“Good. Now you can be happy. You will be happy. You just need to find the right place for little girls like you and accept it. Will you let me help?”

“yes.”

“Okay then. I am going to take Ahmed. I will fuck him. Eventually you will watch. It will be hard for you. You will masturbate while you do. But you will feel happy and right, in your place, for the first time. Got it?”

“yes”

“Are you masturbating now?”

What?! No! You looked down. You were fingering yourself idly. When did that happen? Why did it feel so good?

“yes”

“‘Yes, Mommy.’“

“yes, Mommy”

“Good. Ahmed and I will look after you. You’re an incompetent little girl. You need someone to guide you.”

“thank you, Mommy.”

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It had been a mistake coming to the beach with Jessica and her friends. I knew she hated me. But I didn’t know anyone in town and so when she suddenly invited me for an outing I jumped on it. They all were acting too nice. They didn’t even mock me for my accent like usual. Though they couldn’t seem to help themselves from disparaging my ‘prudish’ bathing suit. Did my culture not believe in sinful bikinis, Jess asked. Jake and Molly sniggered. Idiots.

Eventually I needed to pee and was glad for the excuse to get away. Molly pointed me in the vague direction of the shower house. There were only showers… As I anxiously walked around looking for bathrooms, I felt hand brush across my back and then a click sound. I’d been ‘brushed’ often enough on the subway to know that confronting a creep was no good, so I just reached back to swat the hand away. But I found a rubber tube? I spun and my bathing suit was pulled downward by the bike lock that was suddenly locked around my suit and the fence. I cried out and reached to cover my breasts, just barely catching the clink of a key dropping into a strange box nearby and a figure running away.

Was that…Molly? And was this Jake’s bike lock? I knew they didn’t like me, but this was a bit much. After a few minutes I couldn’t find a way out other than removing my bathing suit to go get the key from the box. Then I could unlock my suit. Fortunately I was behind the shower building where no one seemed to go. Covering as much as I could, I shrugged out of the suit and crawled over to the box. I could feel the cool ocean breeze all over my naked skin. Even on my…embarrassingly wet pussy. I was practically dripping! Why?!

Pushing the thought away, I reached my hand inside to get the key. The interior of the box felt weirdly small and metallic. And the more I groped around, the smaller it felt. Finally I grasped the key and yanked my hand out. The box came with it! Or, part of it. The sides fell away and I found my wrist encircled by both the top of the box and a handcuff! Which was bolted to the concrete?!

Now I was done for. Here I was, at the beach, in public, and somehow both naked and chained to the ground. Ughhhh. I should have just called for help at first but it seemed embarrassing. Now it was so much worse. And my pussy was on fire! Ugh. Not to mention I had to pee. I held off for long minutes, but no one came by and I couldn’t bear to call out. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight, but this situation was crazy. So…I just peed. Right where I crouched, all around me. The puddle was big.

That’s when I heard Jessica, of course. “Chan-chan! Where are you? Where did you go my sweet chinadoll?” Ugh. “Are you lost? Did you fall in? Oh! There you are, Chan-chan. Oh my, what a predicament. Is this how your people use the bathroom? I’m afraid that’s not considered appropriate here. Crawling around in your own urine. Very foul.” Molly and Jake were bowled over laughing. “But no, I really should be more accepting. If this is what makes you comfortable, I won’t shame you. In fact, I’ll join you.”

With that Jessica dropped her bikini briefs and walked out of them. Her foot flashed forward, kicking me over into my own puddle. I exposed my body trying to catch myself. Jessica stood over me, one leg on either side. I tried to tell her this was all a big misunderstanding, but I only managed to get a few words out before her golden stream cut me off promptly. It splashed all over my chest, my face, got in my hair…my mouth. I swallowed instinctively. Gross. Though actually it didn’t taste like much besides warm water.

“O. M. G. The bitch swallowed it. I guess this really is an honor for her. Jake! Molly! Get over here and show her some respect.” Jessica sat on my chest and held my nose while Jake and then Molly peed in my mouth. She wouldn’t let go until I swallowed it all. My face burned. And so did my aroused pussy.

Dangers of Snooping

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Lauren waited silently in her room as she listened to the sounds that came from the kitchen. She could picture Cindy pouring her coffee into her to go cup before placing the milk back into the fridge. Any second now. Lauren thought. She was poised to act as soon as she knew that she was alone. She heard the door open, shut, and then lock. One, two, three, four, five. She opened the bedroom door and moved to the hallway listening carefully for the sound of the elevator. When it pinged at their floor she felt a jolt of pleasure and then a twinge of guilt as she thought that she was only waiting for Cindy to leave so that she could invade her privacy once again.

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It had all started by accident. Lauren had been working on an assignment that had to be uploaded before midnight and her computer died at 11pm. There was no way she could get to another one in time and she called her roommate and had begged Cindy to let her use hers. Cindy had been hesitant, but she couldn’t think of any real excuse to let her friend fail.

Hearing her hesitancy, Lauren had remarked “Don’t worry. I’m not going to go looking through your search history, and looking at porn is nothing to be embarrassed about anyway because everyone does it. It’s probably why my computer just died.”

“No, it’s not that…never mind…yeah, you can use it, and get to it because you’re about to run out of time.”

Cindy gave Lauren the password to her laptop and Lauren thanked her profusely, telling her that she would do anything to make this up to her in the future. Cindy just had to ask.

Lauren was able to upload her assignment with a few minutes to spare and she finally had a chance to breath. It was like the last forty-five minutes there had been this enormous weight on top of her and the moment she hit “submit” it was lifted and she felt free. Next time I’m not going to wait until the last minute. She told herself, knowing it was a lie.

She thought back to Cindy’s initial hesitancy to let her use her computer and had a wicked thought to look around and see why. She didn’t have to look far, because sitting on the desktop was a folder marked “not porn”. She giggled to herself and wondered what sort of things Cindy saved to a folder on her desktop. Lauren opened the folder expecting to find pictures and videos, but at first glance, the title of the folder appeared to be accurate. There were nothing but text files all named after different women. There were only first names, but it seemed that Cindy was keeping files on all of her friends. This seems a little creepy. What sort of stuff is she writing about her friends? Is she some kind of undercover cop? No that’s ridiculous. She clicked on the first file named Amy and what popped up was a story about Cindy wanting to experiment with hypnosis with a girl from her psychology class in the hopes that it would help that girl, Amy, loosen up about experimenting in the bedroom.

Lauren exploded in a fit of giggles. Perfect little Cindy was writing lesbian fantasy porn about all of her friends. No wonder Cindy was hesitant to let her use the computer. Then Lauren felt bad because she had returned Cindy’s favor by betraying her confidence and snooping into her secrets. She closed the text file and was about to close the folder before she had another thought. Has she written about me?

She scrolled down and saw that there were four different files named Lauren. Does she know four different Laurens or does she just have a lot of fantasies about me? Only one way to figure it out. She opened the first story and instantly knew that it was about her. It talked about how they had just moved in together after getting an apartment in the city where they were both going to school. Cindy’s fantasies all seemed to involve some sort of mind control because this story was all about how she was using subliminal messages in the music that she played to turn Lauren into a horny bisexual plaything. There were long descriptions of how she would turn on her music and then listen for Lauren to start playing with herself over and over again. Ok, I just usually pick that time to get off because I thought that she wouldn’t be able to hear me with her music playing. I can’t believe that she has been listening to me while I do it. She kept reading as the story talked about how the music was slowly turning her tastes to be more open to women. To be aroused by women. To desire women. The taste, the smell, the feel of a woman. The way their slender fingers can touch and the way it feels to be buried in between their legs. The music was helping the Lauren in the story understand that these feelings and desires were perfectly natural. Of course they are. If Cindy only knew that I already felt this way…that her fantasy was already true. Well, not her whole fantasy. I’m fine being a little submissive, but I’m not going to turn into her sexual plaything.

The story concluded with a note from Cindy that Lauren was a long term project. Everything had to be perfect with her roommate so she didn’t want to screw anything up.

The Story had left her surprisingly turned on, and she wanted to read the second file, but she wouldn’t be able to explain to Cindy why she was still on her computer so long after uploading her assignment, so she made sure that everything that she had opened was closed and shut down Cindy’s computer.

Lauren realized how lucky she was as she heard Cindy’s keys in the front door. As Cindy walked into the apartment Lauren tried not to look guilty as they said their hellos.

It was late, but not really for a Friday night in the city when they had nothing to do the next day. Cindy pulled a joint out of her purse and shared it with Lauren by the window as they talked about their day and their plans for the next day. Cindy was going to be up and out all day, but Lauren was free until Monday.

They said their goodnights and went into their respective rooms and that’s when Lauren heard Cindy’s music faintly through the walls. Cindy always listened to music when she went to sleep, but it was always faint enough that Lauren had never complained. Tonight, though, she couldn’t help but listen and think of the story. She was still turned on from the story and feeling a little fuzzy from the joint she reached down to see just how wet she was only to be shocked as her fingers slid across her pussy and found it soaking through her panties. She quickly grabbed her ipad and moved to her bed where she brought up her favorite porn site. She thought about the story and about how hot the submissive lesbian fantasy had gotten her before pulling up videos of women dominating other women. One in particular jumped out at her. The dominant woman looked a lot like Cindy, and the submissive had the same brunette hair as Lauren. Lauren played the video as she touched herself and watched as the girl who looked like Cindy put the girl with brunette hair down on her back before she moved up to settle her pussy right on the brunette’s mouth. She watched as the girl who looked like Cindy sat on the brunette’s face while the brunette used her tongue on whatever was put in front of her. She licked her pussy, her ass, her clit, and by the end of it her face was soaked in arousal and when Lauren saw the look of arousal and acceptance in the brunette girl’s face she came harder than she could ever remember before passing out and falling into a deep sleep.

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Once she was sure that Cindy was gone, Lauren ran over to her computer to read the next story that bore her name. She had until around 8pm to get through everything without getting caught. The second story involved mind control as well (I guess that’s her thing) and was all about Cindy drugging Lauren into compliance with a special joint laced with a powerful hypnotic. She described some new drug that could render Lauren completely open to suggestion and unable to deny anything that Cindy put into her head. The story focused on Cindy furthering the submission of Lauren by making it feel good to obey. Cindy whispered mantras of obedience into Lauren’s mind while assaulting her senses with the smell of her soiled panties held right beneath her nose. The story went on to describe Cindy breaking Lauren’s will before riding her face to orgasm after orgasm. Every time she came the smell would send Lauren deeper and deeper into submission and obedience.

As Lauren read this story she felt herself grow aroused and as a bit of a joke to play along she took a single finger and coated it in her arousal before sliding it across the top of her lip and reading the story again.

It felt even better to smell how aroused she was, and the story made her even hotter the second time around, but something still wasn’t right. She had a naughty thought and ran into Cindy’s room to look through her hamper. She didn’t have to look very hard because right on top were a pair of panties that looked perfect. She ran back to the computer and started the story over again from the beginning. At first she would raise the panties to take a whiff from time to time, but on her fifth time rereading the story she had them pressed tightly to her nose as she inhaled deeply and slowly.

She came before she realized that her other hand had been playing with her pussy the entire time, but that didn’t stop her hand. She kept toying with herself and taking deep breaths of her roommate’s wonderful fragrance and she slowly slipped down to the floor. Lying on her back she came over and over again playing out her roommate’s fantasy in her own head.

When she was finally sated she started to feel the shame of what she had done. She quickly put her roommate’s panties away and thought that this was yet another way she had invaded her privacy. What is wrong with me? Although, I bet if she knew I was doing this all day she wouldn’t really complain. I wonder if I should come onto her as a repayment for letting me use her computer the other night. I won’t be her little hypnoslave, but I would let her do whatever she wants to my body if she wants to take a dominant role. I wonder if there are any more clues in the stories that could help me successfully hook up with her.

She read the third story and it was the best one yet. She went back into her roommate’s room to grab the panties again and stopped to turn on the music she was always playing at night. As the sounds thumped through the apartment, she brought the panties to her nose and went back to the computer to read the story again. In this one Cindy was training a submissive Lauren how she was supposed to behave. She rewarded her with pleasure and punished her with pain as Lauren quickly learned to obey. As she read the story Lauren found herself acting out various different parts. She undressed like the Lauren in the story. She pretended that as her will was sapped from her mind, her knees would be drawn to the floor, and when Lauren fell to her knees in the story, so too did Lauren fall to her knees while reading it. She would discipline herself by spanking her naked ass when the Lauren in the story was too slow to obey, and she would feel the same rewards pulsing inside of her as she read the mantras from the story aloud.

She was so incredibly turned on as she knelt on the floor, naked in her own apartment reciting mantras of obedience to her roommate just like the girl in her fantasies. She wanted to touch herself again, but that wasn’t part of this story and she was having so much fun following the stories.

The fourth story confused her. This one was all about how Cindy had put a virus on Lauren’s computer that had slowly run in the background of whatever program she had open and hypnotized her over the last month. Lauren imagined herself staring slack jawed into the screen as Netflix played episode after episode of whatever tv show she was binge watching. The virus would then shut down Lauren’s computer and force her to use Cindy’s. Her subconscious would be programmed to look for Cindy’s stories and read every single one about herself. Each story would contain hidden triggers that would deepen her submission and start her descent into becoming perfect plaything. It told Lauren that reading this fourth story would complete her transformation into a helpless and obedient hypnoslave to her roommate. It would leave her aching to be owned and controlled by Cindy. It would leave her with no choice but to obey, and that in obedience she would find more pleasure than she could ever imagine. It told her that she would submit.

She read the story over and over again. She was still naked, on her knees and holding Cindy’s panties to her nose as she heard keys enter the lock to the front door. Lauren fought to break her gaze away from the computer screen and looked up at her roommate in both awe and confusion.

“Are you ready to submit?” Cindy asked as she quickly turned her dress into a belt at the sight of her roommate kneeling in submission to her.

“Yes Mistress.” Was the only reply in Lauren’s mind.

Nnngh.