This story is posted with permission and is intended for adults who can 
legally view it.  All rights are retained by the originating 
author, Blairbrek, at:  blairbrek@yahoo.com 

THE ROOMMATE
By Blairbrec


"Well what do you think?"

"OH MY GOSH!! How can you wear something like that
Beth?"

Blair was embarrassed just looking at the black
leather costume. Though her roommate did not have it
on, she could only imagine how she would appear in the
long shiny black leather skirt and matching top that
resembled a bolero jacket with long sleeves.  She had
never seen anything like it before and it was
definitely kinky even for her roommate.

"You are missing the best part," Beth said as she held
up a leather hood.

Blair reached out to hold the black mask.  There was
an opening for the nose, eyes and mouth, but the later
was outlined with zippers.  The area by the ears was
mesh so the wearer could hear, but Blair imagined it
would be difficult.

"The opening at the top is for my hair to stick out
of." Beth told Blair as she examined it.  The hood was
also zippered in the back to secure it to the wearer.

"What are the snaps for?"

"Those go on the collar."  Beth explained as she showed
Blair that the collar on the leather jacket was very high.

"Oh" was all Blair could utter.  Beth laughed at her
roommate's embarrassment. Best friends since high
school, Beth always was the wilder of the two and she
enjoyed doing things that embarrassed Blair.  They had
gone to the same college and were roommates there too.

Though they were very close they hung around different
circles. As Beth moved into erotica, Blair stayed the
moderate.  A couple of times Beth would bring her
friend to parties but she never really enjoyed herself
with all the outlandish personalities.  She was always
self-conscious.  It did not bother either of them that
they only had a few friends in common.

"You are going to be miserable wearing that... costume."
Blair said as she gave the hood back.

"It's not really that bad, I had it on at the store and
it was actually comfortable."

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Several days later Beth began feeling ill.  Rather than
staying home, she kept going to work, which unfortunately
for her, by the weekend, she was vomiting and was very
feverish.  She had her heart set on the Halloween
Party.  It was by invitation only and was going to be
a very wild time.  Saturday came and she was bedridden.  
Blair took care of her and gave her Nyquil every four 
hours, and by evening she was feeling better but
could do nothing but sleep.

The last of the trick or treaters came and went and
Blair was putting the candy away when her eyes fell
upon the invitation on the counter.  She picked it up
and studied it. The address was in the warehouse
district. She wished she could be more like Beth and
have a wild side but her shyness always got the best
of her.  She poured herself a glass of wine, turned
the TV on and sat down.

Her eyes kept drifting to the invitation she had set
on the coffee table as her mind drifted to what the
party would be like.

She got up to check on Beth.  She was out of it, but
resting comfortably. She saw the leather costume
hanging on the closet door.  She went to it and ran
the leather through her fingers.  It was cool to the
touch.

Impulsively she took the hanger, picked up the shoes
Beth had set on the floor and went to her room.

She laid the outfit out on her bed and looked at it.
Her eyes fell to the hood.  If I wear that no one will
recognize me and maybe I'll finally be able to let my
hair down, she thought.

She removed her jeans and blouse.  Hesitated and then
took her bra off.  She was nervous but excited at the
same time, doing something so out of the ordinary for
her.  She picked up the skirt to put it on, then
stopped. She had pink cotton panties on.  She smiled
to herself and thought if I am going to be naughty I
might as well go all the way as she slid them off.

Fortunately she had pretty much the same build as Beth
but she was a few inches taller though slimmer and
bustier on top.  Even though she was slimmer the skirt
fit.... like a glove.  She had to wiggle her behind to
get it all the way up.   Who ever designed this sure
didn't want anyone getting in or out of it easily she
thought.

She looked at herself in the mirror. The shiny black
leather hugged her slender hips and long legs.  She
turned and looked at her behind in the mirror. GOD I
LOOK GREAT!

She moved to walk to the bed for the top and almost
fell over.  The skirt was so snug she could only take
baby steps.  "This will make dancing a bit difficult,"
she muttered.

The top zippered up the front.  She did not notice for
some reason when Beth showed her the costume the first
time that the sleeves did not end at the wrist, but had
leather gloves stitched into them. She also noticed
clips at the elbows and wrists.  She shrugged at those
and put her hands and arms into the sleeves but
struggled a bit getting her hands into the gloves.

She struggled again as she zipped it all the way up to
the top of the collar.  The material had very little
give and her full round 36C breasts where quite a bit
larger than Beth's.   The collar proved to be stiff and
uncomfortable.

She was stunned when she looked in the mirror.  She
could feel her breasts being pushed flat and together
but her image in the mirror did not fit the physical
feel.  The curves of the shiny black leather made them
look bigger than ever.  Her white belly really
accented the black.  She was a bit nervous the bottom
of the top was right below her breasts. She started to
raise her arms, and her fear was confirmed, as her
breasts started to expose themselves.  She lowered her
arms deciding she would just have to keep her arms
down. Any hesitation she had on sneaking in as Beth at
the party was gone as she loved how she looked in the
costume!

I should have done these first she thought as she
could barely bend to put the shoes on.  The black
footwear had 4" inch heels.  Much higher than what she
had ever worn.  Well I know I won't be moving fast in
this get-up she thought with a smile.

She picked up the hood and gingerly made her way to
get the invitation and then to the garage and her car.
Boy, the only thing really comfortable to do is stand,
she thought.

Her bravado began to disappear as she neared the location
of the party.  Maybe this is a mistake. I don't belong
at something like this.  Her courage returned when she
was waiting in line for the valet and saw the some of
the other costumes.  The ones she saw were very, very
skimpy.  At least I'm covered she thought.

She took the valet's hand as he helped her out of her
car. She could sense him looking her over slowly.
"You'll need this," he said as he held the hood out
the window.  She blushed at her forgetfulness and
embarrassment of just having it.  "No one is allowed
in without a mask." He told her.

She went straight into the ladies room to put the last
piece of her costume on.  She made sure the eye and
mouth openings were unzipped and put her face into the
black leather.

Putting the hood on proved to be a challenge unless
she wanted to expose her breasts. She bent over to try
to keep her arms as low as possible but her struggle
was a losing one and, as she tried to pull her shoulder
length brunette hair through the opening at the top,
the bottom of her breasts began to expose themselves
as the top rode up on her.

"Let us help you." Blair lowered her arms as she felt
someone finish pulling her hair through the opening.
Someone else pulled her shoulders down so she was in a
bowing position to help to other.  All she could see
were the red shoes and bare legs of the person holding
her shoulders down.  The other person pulled the
leather hood tightly and quickly zipped it. She felt
her head compress but not uncomfortably.

Blair gasped at the reflection in the mirror.  The
only skin showing was her nose, lips, belly and .....
She felt herself blush but hidden behind the hood she
was not as humiliated as she thought she would be with
her breasts completely exposed. Laughing out loud to
herself she commented "These should not be out."  She
was surprised at how confident she felt.  It was like
she was a different person and all her shyness was
gone.

Responding to her comment, one of the girls that helped
her said "At least not yet."

That is when Blair noticed the two girls helping her
were dressed only in see through lingerie.  They had
masks covering their eyes but it was the leather
collars around their necks that caught her gaze.

Blair was more mesmerized by her own erotic appearance
than theirs and ignored the two girls as she went back
to looking at herself in the mirrors.   Absentmindedly
she started to say "Than...." but noticed that talking
took somewhat of an effort, as the hood kept her face
snug and never finished thanking them.

"I'm Maureen and that's Lori"

Here, let us finish you." Maureen said as both her and
Lori began snapping the hood to the collar.

Her costume complete Blair realized she could only
turn her head by turning her upper body also.  She was
enthralled with looking at herself in the mirror, and
ignored the two girls that helped her.

The two girls were put off by Blair’s self-absorption,
which they took as arrogance.  They turned and walked
away at her coldness. "What a bitch."  "I hope she gets
hers some day." she thought she heard them say as they
left together in a huff.  Hearing was harder than
talking in the hood.

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Blair was having a great time at the party.  She was
getting lots of looks and felt terrific about it.  She
had several glasses of wine, which combined with no one
knowing her, actually made her very extroverted.

She danced with several men.  Dancing was well... a
relative term.  She was on the dance floor but could
only swing her hips slightly and move to the music
with the skintight leather skirt and heels on.  She
did not even mind being fondled as she moved through
the crowded room.  No one knew her and the attention
was terrific.

She wound up dancing and spending a lot of time with a
shirtless chiseled man also in a leather hood and
collar.

"So are you into the scene? He asked.

Not wanting to be seem out of place at all she
enthusiastically said she was.  She added she loved
the "scene" and could not get enough of it and wished
it would never end.

She thought he was talking about the party.

She saw him break into a wide smile at her comment.
"Are you collared by anyone?"

Confused at what that meant she tried to be coy.
"Only by myself but you never know.  You?"

He gestured to his collar and noticed a lock held it
on.

She smiled.  "I should get one like that."

"Really? I have someone you HAVE to meet then."

He said he would be right back and left her standing
alone.  This guy is REALLY nice she thought to herself 
and I really want to see his face.  She began
thinking of the possibilities of later in the night.

He came back with a stunning blonde, also in black
leather. She must have been over 6 ft tall with large 
breasts barely contained by her bustier. Her short
shorts and boots accenuated her long legs.  Her blue
eyes were mesmerizing behind her mask.

"My slave tells me you want to be collared."

The music and hood made it difficult to hear.  Blair
thought she heard the word slave and played along.
"Oh yes I love his collar and would love one like it."

"You are.... un-collared then?"

Not understanding the significance of the question and
loving all the attention and wanting more, Blair only
nodded yes.

She looked Blair over and told her to turn around.
Blair thought the woman was pretty stuck up like she
was better than her or something, but she did a slow
turn modeling her costume for the woman.  The woman
said something to the guy ignoring Blair and then
walked away.

She asked her dance partner, who the stuck-up bitch
was and what was that was all about.  She did not 
get a verbal answer.

Smiling broadly he took Blair in his arms in a hug
and moved her arms to behind her back.  He whispered
to "Keep them there" and she did smiling back at him. He
turned her around and in a quick second put the wrist
clips together.  She was surprised at this and thought
about protesting, but while she was sorting out her
feelings, he squeezed her elbows and clipped those
together also.

This, in spite of his smile, she did not like.  Her
shoulders were pulling back thrusting her breasts out.

"I can't wait to see these." He said, as he ran his
hands over the front of her leather top pausing to
fondle her breasts.

Over his shoulder she saw the tall blonde bitch
approaching them with the two women that helped her
get her hood on.

She held something in her hand but Blair could not see
it. She started to protest but was cut off as he held
her leather covered chin and zipped her mouth opening
closed.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she tried to
scream "NO!" but nothing came out of her mouth so 
clenched shut.

The blonde said something to him.  He leaned in and
told Blair, "Mistress does not have a collar but this is
actually better till later."

"Mistress what are you talking about what later," her
mind screamed. She couldn’t say a word or stop what
was happening as everything was happening too fast.

Blair wanted to run or scream but could do neither as
the blonde, he called Mistress, untangled a chain and
ring in front of her eyes.  She casually...casually for
her, but in terror for Blair, opened the spring loaded
ring and closed it harshly on Blair's septum.  Tears
welded up in Blair’s eyes as she screamed only to
herself in pain.

The last thing she saw as Mistress zipped the eye
openings closed were the smiling faces of Lori,
Maureen and Mistress.

Blair was locked in darkness, unable to speak and
worse of all had a temporary nose ring.

A tug on the leash attached to the nose ring made
Blair quickly and obediently follow.

She felt the cool night air on her belly and began
shaking.  ............

What Blair could not see was the blonde Mistress
holding the leashes of four slaves of which she was now
one.  Another was her new "friend" the other two were
Maureen and Lori, who smiled knowing the bitch's
future and how miserable they would make it for her.

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Beth woke up Sunday morning.  Blair was nowhere
around.  She thought it odd that there was no note and her
clothes from Saturday were on the floor on her room
along with her lingerie.  She panicked when she
realized her costume and the invitation were gone.

When Blair did not return Beth called the police and
was told to wait three days before filing a missing
person's report.  Her friend probably got drunk and
was still in some guy's bed, was all the sympathy she
got.

Three days came and went and Blair still did not call
or show.  The police investigated and talked to as
many people at the party as they could but no one knew
Blair or could recognize her picture.

Beth never saw Blair again.

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Two weeks later...

"Who is this one?"

"Just a new slave being trained."

"Does she have a name?"

"I never thought to ask." The blonde woman replied.
Smiling she gestured to the bare behind bearing the
tattoo, "Dumb Slut."  "That is what we call her."

"What are your plans for her?"

Shrugging, "She is pretty stupid and stubborn. The
training is going slow, but though she is improving, her
performance has been disappointing.  I think the best
place for her is in one of the clubs in Thailand.
There is a sale next month and I have a few club
owners interested in her."

"I bet they love getting their hands on American
women."

"Let's have some lunch it will be about 3 hours before
this session is complete."

They walked out of the room leaving the two female
slaves to their task.

The bald female's head hung from exhaustion. Her feet
were spread with each ankle cuffed and locked to rings
on the floor.  A metal pole connected to a box on the
floor was between her legs the top of which was split
into a "y" and filled both her holes to the their
fullest.  The box alternated between vibrating the two
dildos filling her and sending mild electric shocks.
The woman began to shake violently again as yet
another fierce orgasm overcame her.

Her arms were tied behind her over a metal rail.  Rope
covered her elbow to wrist.  The end of the rope was
tied to a floor ring.  The rail was set slightly
behind her so she was leaning back for support.

Positioned this way her front was completely exposed
and covered in red welts.  Her large breasts were a
favorite target for Lori while Maureen preferred her
pussy mound.

To add to her misery, rope circled the bases of her
breasts causing them to balloon obscenely.

Her nipples, clit and nose rings made very inviting
targets.  As Mistress left with her guest, Lori picked
up a whip made of what used to be the bound girl's
brunette hair and smiled at Maureen who picked a
riding crop off the table.

Blair’s brown eyes were bloodshot and puffy from
crying non-stop and even after two weeks of intense
training and with a rubber phallic gag filling her
mouth she kept mumbling her case.

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