A lesbian is made the sexiest plaything of her male roomate
Amy Puller could only be described as a Lesbian, everything about her screamed it, the way she carried herself, the way she dressed and especially the way she cut her hair, the fact that she’d only ever kissed a boy once and then immediately decided it wasn’t for her was only icing on the cake.
She was on the shorter side at just five feet tall, she had a slight shape with pale skin that was marked regularly with small tattoos, she had firm and pointed B-cup breasts, her stomach was toned and flat from a well maintained fitness regime that kept her butt round and plump. She’d been dying her hair black for years and preferred to cut it short and shave it to the scalp on the back and sides, she wore a nose ring.
Amy had been no stranger to her own sex as she’d made her way through school, upon arriving at University in London she had quickly developed a reputation for one night stands, she often joked that the girls would run into each other on the way out. She found herself dabbling in the alternate scene, and soon added the title of a Merciless Dom to her reputation.
Straight girls were always her primary target.
But it wasn’t as though she hated men, she just wasn’t interested in them, she had more than a few male friends and had made the mistake of trusting one of them. She’d managed to find a job in the city that started just after graduation, but she’d have to find somewhere to live, and that was when Andrew had come in.
Andrew Nickle was the perfect choice of flat mate on paper, the son of a divorced couple, his mother had remarried a wealthy banker, a few years later she’d died. When Amy had met him he was a psychology student with ginger hair and glasses, he had been a bit doughy and didn’t have much confidence. The two had been in the same Halls of Residence during their first year and had formed a casual friendship. They’d maintained their distant relationship over the course of the three years at uni even as they’d moved into separate accommodations and their social groups began to drift away from each other.
In the summer before their first final year, Andrew had lost most of the dough and had shot up to six feet, he’d gotten laser eye surgery, had cut his hair short, and even started a surprisingly lucrative career as a streamer. It was an astounding transformation, and Amy would have been impressed if men had done anything for her. It appeared he’d gotten an attitude adjustment and seemed much more comfortable and confident in his own skin. Amy almost hadn’t recognized him at first. As their final year was drawing to a close, Andrew made his pitch.
His step father had bought him a place in the city, but wouldn’t be paying his bills, so Andrew wanted someone to move in with him to help him cover the cost of living. The rent was more than reasonable, especially with rates in central London and she had eagerly agreed.
The two of them moved into a gorgeous four bedroom house on Marble Arch at the end of their final year at University. Andrew’s step dad had clearly spent a small fortune as the house was huge; spread over three floors, the walls were painted an immaculate white and the carpets were thick and luxuriant. As well as the spacious foyer there was a large combination kitchen and dining room on the ground floor that connected to an equally spacious living room. There two bed rooms on the second and third floors, each with their own en-suite bathroom. All the furniture was brand new, modern and extremely expensive, the Wi-Fi was even decent, which was saying something at the centre of London.
It was almost two months before she realised how much of a mistake she had made, and by then it was far too late.
It started slowly at first, she’d wake up feeling restless, she was getting full nights but it only ever felt like she was napping at best, and from the first week in the flat she noticed that she always woke up with stiff nipples despite keeping her room warm. It only get weirder from there.
The nights got less and less restful and we’re filled with strange dreams she could never remember, and from the second week onwards she woke up achingly aroused, right on the point of orgasm with glistening fingers and a heavy layer of sweat drenching her. She did briefly consider that Andrew might have something to do with it, but she shook that idea off. She locked her door at night, and from the looks of things he was getting less sleep than she was. So she carried on and gradually she began to sleep easier, even if she did still awake up turned on, it was never an issue to deal with it anyway.
Until one morning, on the Wednesday of the seventh week, when her already slick fingers slipped into their usual familiar place and she just couldn’t summon up the effort to take care of business. She frowned idly for a moment before shrugging and throwing back the damp covers, she was working a short shift that afternoon. She dressed quickly in a grey wife beater, a denim vest and a shorts with tall Doc Martins.
Andrew was making a coffee as she made her way into the kitchen, he always seemed so put together despite his late nights, she often heard him stream into the small hours.
“You look rushed.” He mused casually as he pushed down on the plunger of his cafeteria. Amy rolled her eyes as she turned her back on him and scooped out a few heavy teaspoons of instant coffee powder into a travel mug, it was one of Andrew’s but he didn’t say anything.
“Slept in.” She muttered darkly, her heavy brown eyes staring moodily as she poured boiling water from the kettle. Really the lack of sleep had nothing to do with her bad mood, if she’d had the time or the effort to rub one out she would have been in a far better mood, she always was. Behind her she heard the tap turn on.
“Ah I see.” Amy did get best not to roll her eyes and rub her temples, Andrew was far more of a morning person than she was. “Are you going out tonight?” Amy shook her head as she opened the fridge.
“Not tonight, we’re saving it for Friday.” Andrew nodded sagely.
“Then make sure you get back by six, I’m making orange chicken.” Amy brightened at that, one of the benefits of living with Andrew was the fact that he knew how to cook and quite enjoyed it. She nodded.
“Okay” She said it without thinking, already halfway to the door.
“And take a hoodie, apparently it’s due to get chilly.” She scoffed at that, it was late July, there was a seasonal warmth in the air, she doubted she’d need a hoodie, but she went and got one anyway.
She couldn’t help but linger on that throughout the morning, she never did what anyone told her to, ever. But she’d followed his order without thinking, something didn’t sit right with her about that. It bothered her for most of the morning until the pub picked up and she was suddenly too busy to think about it, but every now and then she’d look down at her waist and see the hoody knotted in place and feel a rush of foreboding run through her, and through every minute of the day, her pussy ached for attention.
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The bus was held up in traffic and Amy found herself actually running for her own front door to meet Andrew’s deadline of six o’clock. She barely made it, bursting through the door with seconds to spare. The ginger actually looked amused as he poked his head out of the kitchen door.
“Right on time.” Amy felt herself gulp involuntary as she saw the flash of triumph in his eyes.
“What have you -?”
“Be quiet for now.” She immediately shut her mouth and let the words die in her throat. “Come in here and tell me how this tastes.” His head disappeared back into the kitchen and Amy felt her feet begin to move. She wanted to scream, she wanted to thrash her arms through the air and demand answers, instead she calmy walked into the kitchen. Andrew had just extracted a spoonful of chicken and was holding it out to her. His blue eyes gleamed as she bent to taste it. “Be honest, what do you think?”
“It’s a bit too orange.” Andrew beamed ear to ear.
“You’re exactly right, set the table while I plate up.” Amy turned to the cutlery draw and was about to pull it open when Andrew said. “Leave your hoode and take your vest off, I’ve turned on the heating.” She felt goosebumps run over her flesh and a shudder ran through her as she slipped off the vest, for the first time she’d felt his eyes on her.
They ate in tense silence, Andrew’s eyes occasionally flitted up to run over her body, she bitterly wished she’d put a bra on that morning.
“It’s really funny, years spent on a psychology degree, only got me to realise it just wasn’t for me.” Amy looked up, her desperation must have shown on her face because he smirked. “I did learn a lot, especially when it came to some research I did with my stepsister over the last year.” The smirk widened. “Well, with is the wrong word, more like, research I did on my stepsister.”
“What was it?” Amy was surprised she’d managed to ask the question. She’d found herself almost mute when he told her to be quiet.
“It’s a combination of psychology and hypnosis. Implanting commands and programming into the subconscious.” There was an evil gleam in the gingers eyes. “If you implant the right instructions and commands you can induce a state of total obedience in a subject.”
“Total obedience?” She felt all the blood drain out of her face as she stared at her flat mate.
“Yep, though I will admit that I did rush the job on my stepsister at first, the programming held, but she could be very, willful.” Andrew’s face darkened for a moment. “It was a pain in the ass to reprogram her later on.” The smirk returned. “That’s why I took my time with the second subject, I was more thorough with the commands, I made sure there was no room for free will. I nailed it on the first try, by the time I got to the third? Well, I think you know.” Amy felt her eyes itch as a trail of wetness began to roll down her cheek, she was crying. “As I’m sure you’ve worked out by now, you’re the third subject, I’ve been sneaking into your room to install commands while you slept since you moved in.” He pointed at her shoulder, Amy looked down to see that one of the straps of her wife beater had slipped down her arm, she reached out to move it back into place but he tutted disapprovingly. “Slide the other one down.” She hated how her body moved without question, she almost hated it as much as the look of smug pride that burned in his eyes as her top slipped down her body and pooled around her stomach, revealing her breasts, her nipples were already stood at attention. “Don’t move, but you can speak freely.”
“You freak!” Amy snarled, her voice was filled with rage and humiliation and she bitterly wished she could slam her fists onto the table. “I should have known you were a fucking pervert! Let me go-“
“You’ll use a respectful tone when speaking to me, and I don’t like swearing, so don’t do it anymore.”
“If that’s what you want.” Amy seethed at just how placid her tone was.
“Call me sir.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” Amy shuddered as a wave of involuntary pleasure pulsed up from her cunt and ran through her whole body. “Did you like that? It’s just one of the many surprises I’ve installed.” Andrew leaned back in his chair.
“Why?” Amy hissed out through gritted teeth, she was so achingly aroused and she couldn’t make a move to do anything about it. “Why did you do this to me, sir?”
“Because I could, and you’re hot.” He leaned forwards. “Play with your tits.” Amy’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help the involuntary groan as her hands seized her breasts and began to roughly fondle herself.
“What… What happens now, sir?”
“Now you’re mine, mine to use anyway I see fit, you won’t tell anyone, you won’t even give a hint as to what’s going on with your friends, the ones I let you keep anyway.” Andrew chuckled deeply in the back of his throat as a low moan escaped Amy, her hands had caught each of her nipples and had started tugging gently. “You’ll hand in your notice at work tomorrow.”
“But what about the bills, sir?” Amy could feel herself turning red and she was struggling to keep her breaths regular as she played with herself.
“My step father has been paying them.” Her hands actually slowed to a near stop as she frowned at him.
“But you said…” He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
“He was the second subject, he’s been in my pocket for ages, and he will be until he “accidentally” steps into traffic and leaves me everything.” Amy felt as though the world had dropped away from her, she stared across the table. She was staring at a stranger, for years she had thought of Andrew as a meek man with more brains than guts. “But don’t you worry, you’re still going to contribute to the budge, I have a whole new career planned out for you. We’ll be getting you a new look, and an attitude adjustment. Let’s start by taking out that ridiculous nose ring.”
“Yes sir.” She hated how subservient she sounded, how she immediately moved to do as he ordered, he pushed his chair back as she set the ring on the table.
“Come with me, leave the vest and drop your shorts while you’re at it.” Amy undid the button on her shorts as she stood and dropped them, letting them and the wife beater fall, she took a second to awkwardly step out of the pile of clothes, now clad only in her red and white polka dot panties and knee high doc Martins, she followed Andrew into the living room.
Andrew had taken a seat in one of the white leather armchairs and had folded his arms behind his head, to her surprise she was actually able to move her hands to cover her crotch and hide the damp stain on her panties, she felt a tremor of revulsion run through her as she noticed the very obvious bulge in the front of Andrew’s jeans.
“Hands by your sides.”
“Yes sir.” She let her hands drop and hang loosely by her sides, she would have turned her head away to hide her blush as Andrew stared down at her practically dripping underwear.
“Be honest with me. Are you turned on right now?”
“Yes, sir.” Amy whimpered lowly as Andrew laughed openly. “I’ve been turned on all day.”
“Another one of my commands, you can’t touch yourself or make yourself cum anymore, not without my direct permission.”
“You’re a monster.” Amy felt her hands close into fists, the only real act of defiance she had left at this stage. “Sir.”
“Maybe you’re right.” The Ginger shrugged, his eyes roaming up her body again. “I like this look on you, from now on this is how you’ll dress whenever you’re in the flat unless I say otherwise.”
“Yes sir.” He pointed at the floor in front of him.
“Kneel here.” Amy felt her stomach twist sickeningly as her trembling legs carried her forwards and folded in on themselves, she swallowed hard in a vain attempt to get rid of the lump in her throat. “What do you think I want from you?”
“I think you want.” Her words trailed off as she stared at the twitching bulge before her, she swallowed again. “I think you want me to be your sex slave.” He tutted again. “Sir.”
“You’re close, you are my slave, but not just a sex one, when I’m done with you, you’re going to be a perfect maid.” Her anguish must have shown because his smirk widened again. “You might as well get used to the idea, you’re mine forever, give it a few months and you’ll barely recognise yourself.”
“Please.” She could barely whisper the words. “Please sir, don’t do this.”
“It’s done.” Amy couldn’t help bowing her head as Andrew caressed the back of her head, she whimpered lowly as his hand slid through her hair and came to rest on her neck, he applied just a bit of pressure. “Undo my belt, unzip my jeans and take my cock out.” Amy blinked away tears as she reached out with shaking hands and fumbled clumsily with the buckle. “How much experience do you have with men?”
“None, sir.” Andrew hummed thoughtfully, a slight furrow in his brow as he stated down at her.
“You’ve never been with a man?”
“No sir.” He raised and eyebrow as she slowly pulled down the flies of his jeans.
“So you’ve never handled a cock before.”
“Never, sir.”
“Well,” she could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice as she opened his jeans and gripped the waistband of his boxers. “This is a significant moment for you then, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir.” She cut off as she pulled down his boxers and his hard cock sprang forward to smack her in the face, she gasped indignantly, then almost gagged as she breathed in the musky scent.
“Well?” Andrew’s grip on the back of neck was just as dominant as it had been before. “Aren’t you going to get to work?”
“I don’t know what to do, sir.” She couldn’t help but bite her lip and chew it lightly as she stared at it, it was a lot bigger than she’d been expecting.
“That really shouldn’t be so surprising.” His left and hand quickly took one of hers and moved it to his member. “Grip it like this.” He positioned her fingers and wrapped his hand around hers. “And move your hand like this.” Amy shuddered again as she felt him pulse in the grip, but she still allowed him to guide her hand up and down. There was a few moments of quiet as she stared up at him, her hand in constant motion. “You got the hang of it?”
“Yes sir.” She hated that she wasn’t lying. He nodded once and leaned his head back, laying his arm on the armrest whilst continuing to grip the back of her neck.
“A little tighter, and faster.”
“Yes sir.” A few minutes slipped by in relative silence, Amy bitterly wished she could close her eyes but she couldn’t, all she could do was stare at the hard cock before her as her hand steadily moved up and down it’s twitching length.
“Look up at me.” Her eyes widened with horror as she looked up at the man who had made her prisoner in her own body, he had taken his phone out and was pointing it at her.
“Please sir, you can’t film this!” She could feel her cheeks burning, she had taken her share of racey pictures in her time but she’d never gone so far as to make a sex tape!
“I can do whatever I want, you have no choice but to obey me.” Andrew shifted slightly and let out a satisfied grunt as her hand continued it’s steady motion.
“What are you going to do with it, sir?” The flash of smugness in his eyes made her stomach drop, somehow she got the sense that things would be getting much worse.
“You’ll see.” He turned the phone horizontal. “Be honest.” Amy whimpered again as her captor tapped the record button. “What’s your name?”
“Amy Puller.” She wished she could howl with frustration but her voice was so placid.
“And you’re a dyke, right?” If she could have squeezed as hard as possible she would have.
“Yes, I’m a lesbian.”
“So, how many times have you had sex with a guy?”
“None.” Amy shook her head, her gaze still forcefully turned upwards towards the camera. “This is the first time I’ve ever touched a man this way.”
“Do you like it?”
“No.” The answer was blunt and the tone of her voice matched it, so must have her expression since Andrew’s grin widened..
“Well, give it time, we’ll see how you feel a few months down the line.” She felt despair pool in her stomach, she really was trapped. “Put your mouth on It.” Her hand paused momentarily, she gulped loudly as she stared up at Andrew, then she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide, she managed to hesitate for another second as she held herself over the head, then she lowered her face to it and wrapped her lips around it. She would have grimaced at the taste, she sat there with the head of the cock in her mouth for a few seconds before Andrew scoffed and said. “Take it deeper.” Amy felt another tear slide down her cheek as she shakily pushed more of the cock into her mouth, her gag reflex was still involuntary and she felt herself heave as she took him into her throat. “That’s better.” Amy’s eyes flitted up to stare at the camera as she held him in her throat. “Start bobbing, you dyke bitch.” She tried to screw her eyes shut as her head began to move up and down, but she couldn’t, she was forced to stare down at his crotch as her head moved. For a few minutes there was silence apart from the strange gurgling sounds that were escaping her as trails of drool leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft. Her eyes flitted up to stare at her captor, the phone was still pointed at her, but Andrew was blatantly unimpressed by her efforts. “You’re shit at this.” Amy went to pull her head off his cock, but a firm hand kept her head in place and she was forced to mumble around it.
“’m sowry shir.” Why was she apologizing? She didn’t want to do this! She’d never even considered doing this to any man, why should she be any good at it?
“We’ll just have to make sure you get plenty of practice.” The hand on the back of her neck rose to grip the back of her head and squeeze harshly. “Use your hand and tongue too, and speed up.” Amy immediately redoubled her efforts and began to move her head up and down faster as her left hand gripped his shaft again and begin to move it in tandom with her mouth. The minutes dragged out, the squelching sounds got louder as she ran her tongue up and how his length and she had to fight back gags as pre-cum began to leak from his cock head. After a few more moments Andrew patted her on the top of the head. “Good girl.” Amy moaned wantonly as a pulse of pleasure pulsed out from her aching cunt, raising goosebumps all over her skin. “That’s right slut, you’re mine now.” Amy was struggling to breathe around the cock in her mouth as yet another pulse of pleasure ran out from her dripping pussy, she was so turned on, she needed to cum so badly.
A tense silence slipped over the room as she worked hard moving her head and hand in unison, drool was still pouring down the sides of his shaft as it leaked from her mouth, what did women find enjoyable about this? All she felt was revulsion. Her right hand was resting on her upper thigh, as her head moved she felt herself straining to let her hand creep over to her soaked snatch, but the best she could do was twitch her fingers slightly, the attempt was pathetic, but Andrew saw it, his smirk somehow got wider, closed his eyes and leaned his head back for a minute or so before looking down at her again.
“Start playing with yourself.” Her eyes bulged comically wide and Andrew let out a cruel chuckle as her hand flew between her legs, slipped into her polka-dot panties and began to frantically rub her clit. “Greedy slut.” Amy moaned again, the evil bastard had programmed a pleasure response to dirty talk, what else had he wired into her brain? Just how many strings did he have her dangling on? She was allowed to close her eyes briefly as she slipped a finger into herself, she felt Andrew shudder slightly as she moaned a new around his cock; she’d been so needy all day, it felt so good.
She actually found herself speeding up, her gurgles sounded wet and obscene as she tried to keep her head in time with her rapidly moving hand; a salty taste had appeared on her tongue but she tuned it out, trying to focus on the pleasure between her legs.
“I’m getting close.” Her eyes opened and flicked to stare half lidded up at Andrew. His phone was still pointed at her. “Do you want to cum, bitch?” He leaned his head back and let out a quiet groan and she moaned around him again, her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head, she was getting close too, mercifully she was allowed to close her eyes as she mumbled out her answer.
“Yesh pwease Shir.” His laugh came out a little breathlessly.
“Finish me off, and I’ll consider letting you-” He was taken aback and Amy almost eagerly stuffed his cock down her throat and began to bob her head faster. A fog had over taken her brain, all she could focus on was her intense arousal and just how badly she needed to cum, she just had to get through this.
Andrew smirked down at Amy as she did her sloppy work, he was more than pleased with his choice, Amy was hot, even with her cliché lesbian look, but time would fix that, and there was an absurd amount of satisfaction from watching a man bashing dyke slobber all over his cock. She wasn’t anywhere near as good as his stepsister, but she’d had a lot more practice, even before he’d taken over, Amy would have time to catch up, as well as plenty of occasions to practice, he was going to enjoy training her up. He had such twisted plans in mind for his new toy.
Amy found herself involuntarily moaning around the shaft in her throat as her fingers desperately worked between her legs, her hand was dripping with juice but she didn’t care, she was getting closer, all day all she could think about was how badly she’d needed to cum all day, she was almost there, right on the peak! Amy closed her eyes and almost smiled, she didn’t notice as Andrew moved his and from her neck to the top of her head and gripped a handful of her hair.
Her eyes flew open and widened with alarm as Andrew came in her mouth. The first salty load hit her in the back of her throat and she instinctually tried to pull her head back only to stop as Andrew gripped her hair and held her in place. He kept her on his shaft for another spurt before roughly pulling her off his cock by the hair, her hands were still working away even as she coughed up a thick white ball, the seed leaked out of the corners of her mouth and began to slide down her chin; but Andrew wasn’t done, as her hand moved, he let out a satisfied sigh as he spurted three more times onto her face. The first two hit her in the forehead while the second landed under her left eye and covered her cheek.
“Would you look at that?” Amy was barely capable of gasping for breath, her fingers were still working furiously as she stared up at Andrew with half lidded eyes, cum was running freely down her face, joining the trails already dripping off her chin and pooling on her tits, he tucked his cock away and “A glazed dyke.” Amy wanted to kill him, she wanted to reach up and strangle the life out for him! Instead she stared up at him, her mouth held open in shock, strange half gasps escaped her as her fingers continued to bury themselves in her cunt, she was right on the edge, she could feel it! Where was the release? Where was her orgasm? “Forgotten already?” Her sticky chest heaved, her body was wracked with quivers. “I said that you could play with yourself. I never said you could cum.” She would have gaped at him if her mouth hadn’t already been hanging open, he smirked as he raised his phone again.
“B-b-but, you, you said.” She could feel blood flushing into her face as her hand kept working. “I f-finished…” she trailed off as the flash of his camera went off, he was taking pictures.
“I said I’d think about.” He learned forwards and put the camera right in her face. “I’m thinking about it now.” She blinked heavily to try and get some of his cum out of her eye. He kept her there for what felt like hours even if it could have only been a minute to two at most, he seemed to have taken a picture from every angle by the time he shrugged and said. “Alright, you can cum.”
Her eyes immediately rolled into the back of her head, her toes curled and her drenched chest was thrust forwards as her back arched, her head was thrown back and a long scream of relief escaped her.
“A screamer.” Andrew seemed pleasantly surprised. “I had no idea, this really will be fun.” Amy felt tears pool up in her eyes, they were quickly lost in the mess of her face.
“Please.” He raised an amused eyebrow as she stared up at him through half lidded eyes. “Please Andrew, don’t do this, just let me go, I won’t say anything, I swear.”
“Never use my name again, not unless you’re having an orgasm, in fact, that’s an order, you’ll scream my name every single time you cum.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I know you won’t tell anyone, I told you not to.” He rolled his eyes as he saw more tears mix with the whiteness he’d left on her face. “Get over it, you were going to run your life into the ground anyway, it’s better with me in control.”
“Better for who? Sir?” The ‘sir’ came out as a venomous hiss, Andrew’s eyebrow poked upwards.
“Tone”
“Sorry Sir.” Amy almost went cross-eyed with rage as she bowed her head meekly, she sounded so submissive!
“It’ll be better for both of us.” Andrew was flicking through his phone. “I’ve barely even started and look.” He turned the phone around and showed her the screen. “I’m already making improvements.” She was staring at one of the photos he’d taken.
In the picture, she was sat back on her ass with her bent legs wide open, her right hand was buried in her obviously soaked panties and she was covered in cum. Her eyes stared wantonly at the camera, her expression was almost unreadable under a heavy layer of white, a trail of thick goo hung from each corner of her mouth.
“I look like a porn star.” There was a heavy moment before she added. “Sir.” Andrew just smirked back.
“Go clean up the kitchen, then meet me in your room, we’ve got a lot to do tonight.”
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