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." ------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- 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. ------------------------------------- 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. ------------------------------------ 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. ++++++++ If you have any comments please feel free to write Blair at blairbrek@yahoo.com And, to read more of Blair's adventures visit "Spunk's Place" (/~spunknwagnels) You'll find her stories in the "Favorites by Other Author's" section.