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Subject: The Roomate Ch 1/11 (b/d s/m cons?)
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This is part one of a fantasy encounter. It was written as several short
stories which do not necesarily connect asider from using the same
characters.
All such things should be consensual. This is not for people under 18, but
for adults who enjoy a bit of D&S.
The Roommate, Chapter 1
I had spent days looking for a place to live in San Francisco, and was
tiring of the search. The ad had said "Share large Victorian home, Ideal
location" I thought it too good to be true, considering the price,
apartments being what they were in the city. Strange, there was no phone
number to call. The next morning I was knocking at the door at 9AM. The
door opened by a handsome man.
"Hello, are you here about the room ?"
"Yes, is it still available ?"
"Certainly,would like to see it ?"
I was shown inside. The house was quite beautiful and well appointed. It
was a classic Victorian and the furnishings fit the architecture quite well
while not having the feeling of being "decorated" The man introduced himself
as Bob Carlton as he led me up the stairs.
"My name is Amy Newton, and I've just moved from North Carolina. I've taken
a job at a local software company."
As we reached the top of the stairs, Bob opened the door to "my room" It
was a wonderful room, full of light with a bay window which looked out over
the city. Bob told me about the arrangements. I would have kitchen
privileges, my own bath, access to the parlor and there was even a large
sunny yard. It was too good to be true. I didn't think much of it then due
to my excitement, but Bob was quite specific about my not entering certain
parts of the house especially the third floor. Bob said that he liked his
privacy and and that he would also respect my parts of the house. We agreed
on the price and I began to move in the next day.
I was quite happy and was celebrating my first three months in San
Francisco. The house was perfect and Bob was the perfect roommate. He was
nearly always in his part of the house. It was almost like having the house
to myself. Curiosity reared its ugly head and I began to wonder what was on
the third level and what Bob did with his time. Saturday morning I noticed
Bob as he headed out to get his car repaired, sounding depressed at the
prospect of waiting for the mechanic for two hours or more. I headed for the
bath and soaked for a while. As I lay there in the tub, I began to wonder
more and more about the third floor. I decided to take a look and see for
myself. After all, Bob would be gone for quite a while and I would not touch
anything. I dried off and while still in my robe and slippers, headed
upstairs. I peeked into the first door to see nothing but what seemed to be
Bob's bedroom. Moving on there was the bath. The third door didn't open at
first, but after a slight nudge it swung open. The room was dark and had no
windows, strange as nearly every other room was quite bright. I searched in
vain for a light switch but found none. As I looked about I found a candle
and matches. Lighting the candle I stared into the large room. I have to
say that I was a bit taken back, as what I saw was nothing other than a
recreation of a medieval dungeon. Chains, shackles, whips, cages, and even a
rack. I carefully toured the room and noted the contents, handling several
of the ominous black whips and heavy chains To think that I was living just
below this. As I walked about, my curiosity got the best of me. Were these
items real. Did they really work?
I noticed a cuff or shackle of some sort connected to a small length of
chain that was attached to the floor, and wondered how did these work ? I
decided to place the cuff around my ankle just to see how it would latch.
Surely It was a prop and I could slip quickly out. As I closed the cuff it
snapped shut with a sharp click. I tried in vain to get the shackle open.
I could not even find a key hole to pick at. I was trapped! As the
minutes ticked by I ran through every possible way of escaping, none of which
were feasible. Bob would return and find me here attached to the floor
wearing nothing but my bathrobe and slippers. What could I do ?
The question would be answered sooner than I had hoped. I heard the front
door close and footsteps coming up the stairs. Moments later Bob appeared at
the door.
"So it would seem that your curiosity got the best of you, young lady.
Didn't we discuss your boundaries within the house ?"
"I'm really sorry Bob, I didn't mean to pry. Could you let me out of these
things, They're a bit uncomfortable."
"On the contrary, you are now a special guest. You have chosen to learn
about this room and now you shall. Miss Newton, you may now please do me the
pleasure of removing your garments."
Was he crazy. I certainly wouldn't remove even my slippers, never mind my
robe. I let Bob know that there was no way that I would strip.
"Very well, have it your way. Bob blew out the candle and walked towards
the door. I'll leave you to reconsider. I'll expect your cooperation when I
return.
With that he closed the door and left. I was now alone in the totally dark
room, and a very creepy room at that. I sat there for what must have been
hours, blindly trying to release the shackle from my ankle. Finally, I
talked myself into believing that Bob simply wanted to see me nude and teach
me a lesson. As I was about to give up and try to sleep I heard the door
open. Bob was carrying a candle with which he lit several more. The room
was bathed in a soft amber glow.
"Are you ready to undress and take your punishment ?"
Punishment, I thought! That's a new twist. I might after sitting for hours
attached to the floor, strip and give Bob a thrill, but punishment!
"You can choose, strip, or wait til tomorrow morning for me to ask again.
I made up my mind that I certainly would not be left all night in this room.
I unhastily slipped off my slippers and tossed them towards Bob.
"Very good, that's a nice start..."
I took hold of the tie on my robe and gave it a slow pull. The front of my
robe fell open. I stood for some time considering the situation then
sluggishly slipped the robe off. I was still holding over my body when Bob
stepped forward and taking hold of the robe, pulled it away from me. There I
was stark naked and chained helplessly to the floor. I was tossed a pair of
handcuffs and told fasten my wrists behind my back.
"No way !"
"Very well," said Bob as he reached for an evil looking black whip.
I didn't have to wait to feel the whip, and quickly placed the cuffs on my
wrists. Now I really felt naked. I had no way to hide my breasts or pubic
triangle from his gaze. Bob came towards me and attached another pair of
cuffs to my ankles, then releasing me from the floor with a unusual slender
key. I was taken to the wall and a ring similar to what had first enslaved
me was clicked around my neck with the same definate snap.
"On your hands and knees, please, and spread you legs."
As he still held the whip, I saw no option but to obey. Once on my hands
and knees Bob softly rubbed my butt. I jumped at his touch, but then relaxed
a bit as he gently massaged me. Slap ! He began to give me a solid
spanking. Again and again his hand met my ass. He would give me a few slaps
and then gently massage my butt, sometimes letting his hand gently reach down
and touch my vagina.
This progression continuously kept me off guard, something that I would soon
learn was Bob's forte' . I hated to admit it, but this was turning me on. I
could feel my nipples harden and the juices begin to flow between my legs.
The spanking kept up for a few more minutes, enough to assure that my ass
red was red and tender.
"Well, Bob had had his fun and now that he had punished me I would be
released and get some clothes on," I thought. This was not to be, Bob had
only begun with me. Before I could see what was coming I was blindfolded
with a soft velvet cloth. Constantly keeping me secured in some way, Bob
soon had me standing with both my arms and legs spread wide apart.
" Well Amy, you have been punished for entering the room, now you must learn
more of what the room can be used for."
Hearing Bob snap what was probably the whip that I had seen earlier, I
grimaced and braced myself for the worst. Instead I was greeted by the soft
stroke of a feather running the length of my body. Bob had a touch for
finding the most sensual parts of my body...down the back of my arms, past my
underarms, over my breasts, down my belly and continuing softly over my
thighs. As I began to relax and enjoy this tender massage I suddenly awoke
to the feel of ice cubes being held to my nipples. This was followed by the
soft feel of Bob's tongue on them. I tried in vain to pull away, but as I
was secured so firmly it was pointless, and it did feel sorta nice. The ice
cubes began to find their way to the same sensual points where the feather
had so recently visited. Bob paid special attention to bring the ice up my
thighs, close to my pussy, installing the thought in my mind of cold ice in
my vagina. My imagination was reeling when, as the ice cubes were at my
breast, another soft feather was caressing my back, continuing down to my
pink, and still stinging, butt. The torture kept on for some time, Bob using
everything from hairbrushes and soft fur, to stiff wooden switches and
clothespins on my tits. As time went on Bob began to slowly caress me and
occasionally kiss me behind my neck or even on my breasts. By now I was in
another world, never having had such a hedonistic experience. What would be
next?
My trance was broken by the feel of my bounds being loosed. I wasn't sure
if I wanted it to end quite yet, but Bob did not let me down. Soon I was
strapped to a table with my arms puled back over my head. My legs had been
spread again and attached to some sort of overhead suspension system, thus
boldly exposing my pussy. The "torture" continued in much the same manner as
what I had experienced while standing, except that more attention was being
paid to the area between my thighs and belly, thus focusing my attention on
my vagina. As I began to settle in, if you can call it that my attention was
stolen by a soft buzzing sound. It came closer and closer until I felt the
vibration on my foot. A vibrator! I would go crazy! This was exactly what
Bob had in mind, as he moved the vibrator around my body occasionally letting
it touch for an instant. The longer that I could hear it and track it as it
moved around my body the more tense I became. Where would it touch down next
? How long would he hold it there and finally it became a question of when
would he get to my pussy ! Bob cunningly waited some time before touching me
between the legs for the first time, but when he did I nearly exploded. He
clearly had me in the palm of his hand. Finally after zeroing in after
making several circles around my pussy it touched firmly down. He had
targeted my clitoris perfectly and a shock went through my body. The next
few minutes were a blur, but needless to say, a very pleasurable blur.
Soon Bob's lips met mine. My tongue darted deeply into his mouth. His
hands were on my breasts, his fingers gently massaging my nipples. He pulled
the blindfold away and with little effort loosed the straps that held me. I
threw my arms around him and we soon found ourselves on the soft Persian
carpet. I couldn't be restrained as I nearly tore Bob's clothes from him.
We made love til we fell asleep in each other's arms and again in the
morning when we awoke.
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