Roommate to Submissive Sisters 2

Roommate to Submissive Sisters 2

As usual having read the first chapter makes this chapter much clearer and more rewarding.

I hope the instructor didn't cover anything important during that class period. The stud I had a crush on all semester had just invited me to lunch. All of my usual schemes had not got me anywhere with him, giving him my phone number, my email address, actually calling him for help I didn't need in the class. Yet he turned and chatted with me every single time in that class but showed no interest beyond that.. But following Sir's rules and dressing like a slut had gotten his attention and a lunch date for me.

Before the end of the class,Rebecca, my roommate/sister had texted me back with our dating rules. No sex on the first date, no going to his place until the third date. Hugs and kissing were allowed on the first date. She said there was more that we could discuss later. I almost groaned in disappointment. I was so hot for him, not to mention so damn horny from edging twice already that day, plus everything else that had happened with sister since I agreed to follow Sir's rules that he could have had me anyway, anywhere he wanted me and I would have begged "Please."

I did manage to get my raging hormones under at least minimal control by the end of the class. That lasted until we were walking out of the classroom and in the crowded aisle I felt his hand on my hip for just a moment, I swear I felt my cunt clench. The touch was not repeated as we left the classroom and walked towards the campus lunch spot. We chatted as we walked, I was pleased that he remembered my name was Sandy and remembered things from our brief chats. I quickly sensed that he was quite shy and awkward. I was also very aware as we walked together of the jiggling and movement of my tits, it was probably the first time I had been in public without a bra since I was twelve. Between building the breeze up my short skirt, chilled my wet cunt and upper thighs, another reminder of Sir's rules leaving my not only panty less, but also shaved smooth, again new firsts.

We got our lunches and found a quiet place to sit where we could talk. I finally asked him, "Why today? I've been giving you hints all semester, and you didn't respond to any of them."

That got a look of total confusion from him. "You did? sorry I didn't catch them. I figured someone as beautiful and smart as you are had too many suitors for me to have a chance. Why today, I was so stunned at your appearance that it just came out. I knew that under those baggy sweats you always wore you were beautiful, but today I saw how stunning you actually are. I was very afraid when it came out that you would laugh. I couldn't believe it when you said yes, I sat through the rest of the class hoping it wasn't a joke."

I couldn't believe what I heard. The handsome, intelligent, stud with a sense of humor had no clue how attractive he was. Was he that naïve or had he been burned so badly in earlier relationships that he had no self-esteem left? My hormones immediately decided that either way he was a project, I wanted to fix.

I reached across the table and grabbed his hand, looking him straight in the eyes I told him, "This is not a joke, if I didn't like what I see in you I would not have been trying to get you to approach me all semester. I do need you to take some initiative, I'll do my part, but I need you to do more to show that you are interested in a relationship with me. Believe me, that effort will be richly rewarded."

The smile I got back was warm and genuine. He said, "As I think you guessed I've been burned a few times and I'm afraid has made me over cautious. What I'm hearing you tell me is that I almost blew a chance with a beautiful, charming lady. By the way my name is Sven, and just so you know I've been paying attention, you are Sandy."

I blushed as I told him, "I was going to keep trying all semester. I have no intention of burning you. Trust me and show me you were worth the chase; call me, text me, email me, invite me to do things with you. Like I said, show some initiative."

He replied, "Believe me I won't blow this chance you're giving me. I need to go to my next class, but you will be hearing from me soon."

As he stood up to head for class I stood up too. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I felt his arms go around me as he held and returned the kiss. I smiled at him and said, "Initiative would have been you kissing me."

He smiled and pulled me back into a quite long deep kiss as his hand wandered down my back to firmly grip my butt. Initiative at last.

I headed for my last class of the day. A quick stop in the restroom to pee and the required edging of my cunt which only took a few strokes before I had to stop. I was still floating from his kiss and his show of initiative. I needed to ask sister if I could start using the bigger plug to start getting ready.

As I walked back into the apartment I was met by my naked, equally horny sister. She greeted me with a long tongue filled kiss and then practically stripped me to my heels. She led me to the couch, pushed me down onto it and laid grinding on top of me. She demanded all the story of my first date of the semester. As I told her every detail she kept grinding her cunt harder and faster against mine, until I told her that she was about to get both of us in trouble.

She finally got up and dragged me over to her laptop and pulled up Sir's dating rules. Kissing was all that was allowed on a first date. For solo dates after that panties and pantyhose were required until the third date. His place was off limits until the third date. Oral sex was allowed starting on the third date. After the third date with Sir's permission there were no rules. I jokingly asked, "So he can't have my ass until the fourth date?"

With a straight face she responded, "Only if Sir approves of your boyfriend's actions on the first three dates. He is very protective of us. He knows he keeps us very horny and doesn't want us doing anything really stupid."

We argued for fifteen minutes about whether lunch was a date. I counted it as one and sister reluctantly agreed, but we both agreed that panties and pantyhose for school lunch dates violated Sir's other rules.

We spent the next hour lying together on the couch touching, caressing, kissing and talking about how to bring my new boyfriend out of his shell. How to encourage him to take the initiative. Sister was adamant that any signs of initiative had to be promptly rewarded with a smile, a touch, a caress, a hug or a kiss. She tried to force me to agree that our first fuck had to be at his initiative. I wasn't sure I wanted to wait for him to show that much initiative, even though that was my hope and dream. She asked me about his cock, and I had to admit that I had no clue. I now had an assignment to find out, though I wasn't sure how given Sir's restrictions. Sister had several lewd suggestions, and I started to realize that Sister had been a slut long before finding Sir.

Sister also informed me that Sir requires a daily report detailing our compliance with our rules, and our reactions to our compliance, both mental and physical. Any relationships with boyfriends had to be detailed, and Sir had just added a requirement that we tell him about our relationship with our sister, again both physical and our mental responses. I asked how much detail the report had to have, sister said he specified pornographic detail. I started to do my report and quickly discovered that telling Sir what happened was relatively easy, but explaining my mental responses forced me to look at them in an objective way that I really hadn't done. Sister shared her blog with me and that helped me come to terms with what I had experienced.

As I finished my first blog and sent it to Sir, I turned to sister and asked. "Is this an experiment or is this our new life now?

She thought a moment and replied, "working with Sir online is an experiment. We may choose to pursue it or decide that it isn't for us. If this is to become our life, we will have to find someone here to serve. There is a local community, but I wanted to experience it before joining them. There is a fresh meat smell of new girls coming into the community for some dom wannabes, and we need a basis and understanding before we ever think about joining. Sir can give us that basis and understanding as well as knowledge of what to expect and watch out for."

Sister then got noticeably brighter and more enthusiastic and said, "while I was talking to Sir today, he said that to help us develop our sister relationship, we both have permission to orgasm, but only if the sister was the cause. He specifically ruled out any orgasms during out required edging and dildo training sessions. He also ordered us to learn how to sexually please each other."

It sounded like good news, but I asked sister, "so what are we going to do? She laughed and played a video she had found on the TV set hanging on the wall. For the next half hour, we made out on the floor in front of the TV as the lesbian videos she had downloaded played. Then she scrolled back to a scene that she liked, and we copied it. It talked about doing the alphabet while tonguing the cunt and clit. Sister did it to me first and I came before she got through the alphabet. As we kissed after she made me cum, I got a strong dose of what my cunt tasted like. Different from Sisters, not better or worse, just different in ways I could never pin down. I then did it to her.

I loved making her squirm and moan with my tongue, I tried to duplicate what she had done that really turned me on. Suddenly my face was soaked. I accused her of pissing on me. She laughed and asked if I hadn't ever squirted before. I asked what that was, and she carefully explained that women sometimes orgasm so hard that they ejaculate just like men do, except without the sperm. I still wasn't convinced. I moved up, laying on top of her and as we made out, I made she got as much on her face as I had on mine. She didn't mind at all so maybe she was right.

Sister said one more lesson before evening duties and bed. She found another piece of the video where the two girls were laying on top of each other, with their cunts in the other girls face. Sister said it is called 69 for an obvious reason. This time I took the lead and sister tried to copy in my cunt what I was doing in hers with my tongue, lips and suction. Sister seemed very good at quickly copying what I was doing, it was almost like doing it to myself. I nipped her clit with my teeth, "Oww" I wasn't sure that I did it too hard to her or she just overdid it to me. I didn't try that again. I was very pleased with myself when I felt her go rigid under me and felt her cunt spasming on my tongue. I made her cum first. Knowing how sensitive my cunt is after I cum, I redoubled my efforts fucking her cunt and licking her clit even harder. Her moaning into my cunt felt incredible, so I added that to my cunt eating repertoire. Apparently I overdid it, sister threw me off of her and pinned me to the floor kissing me, driving her tongue deep into my mouth, giving me another strong taste of myself while her thigh continued the assault on my cunt..

As we laid together regaining our breath, sister said, "time for our evening spankings and dildo exercises." I soon found myself draped across sister's lap, my very wet cunt resting on her bony knee. The spanking seemed much more intense than the one the previous night and I was bawling before I had received half my daily allotment. Once again my cunt was as much on fire as my ass, a connection I still didn't understand, nor the fact that there was suddenly a hint of pleasure mixed in with the pain that my brain was perceiving.

As soon as sister was similarly placed across my naked lap, I recalled her constant calls the night before for me to hit her harder. I won't admit whether the much harder spanking sister got was payback for my spanking or a simple effort to give her what she had asked for, but by the time sister got her allotment, her ass was bright red almost purple with a number of quite visible stripes from the leather paddle.

As we sat on the floor facing each other and spanked our tits and cunt's, I tried to match sister's intensity. At first the pain was more than I was ready to accept, but as I persisted, much like during sister's paddling of my butt, pleasure started to mix with the pain, and by the time that I was halfway through paddling my cunt, there was more pleasure than pain, WTF.

As we huddled there on the floor afterwards, sister tried to explain the concept of endorphins helping to block the nerve's perception of pain while letting the pleasure impulses go through. So, as my body responded to the pain by producing and releasing these hormones, my reaction to the pain changed. I tried to follow but decided to just accept that my body does that.

Facing sister while sitting on the floor facing each other fucking ourselves with our dildo's is one of the most erotic things that Sir has us do. As if fucking myself wasn't enough of a turn on, watching sister's reaction to her dildo makes it that much more salacious. I managed to get through the entire time without cumming, but God I wanted to by the end of the required time.

I worked hard trying to go deeper during our time orally working our dildo's on the mirror. Watching my reflection made it clear why guys like eye contact while having their cocks sucked, it truly ads to the connection. I still didn't have much luck pushing through my gag reflex, though I got close a couple of times. Out of the corner of my eye it looked like sister was succeeding over half the time taking her dildo deep into her throat and touching her nose to the mirror.

I watched sister fuck her ass on the mirror mounted dildo. Her face showed some pain as she first mounted it, pushing it into her ass, but after that seemed to enjoy working her ass on the device. When her time was up fucking her ass, she helped me by working lubed fingers into my ass. The first finger stung a little as it pushed in, but that quickly passed. The second finger stung quite a bit and while that abated, never quite went away. I was shocked and concerned when sister said that I was moving up to a larger plug in the morning.

We did our nightly bathroom routines and were soon cuddling together in sister's bed, trading kisses and caresses, talking about how horny Sir was keeping us, and how happy we were obeying his rules. Sister was soon snoring softly, I turned and pushed my butt back into her and felt her arms wrap around me. As I was falling asleep I was asking myself how did I find it so easy to not only obey Sir, but increasingly what sister told me to do. My final recollection before sleep was a warm flash thinking about seeing my new boyfriend in class in the morning and hoping that I would see some signs of initiative from him. The last thoughts I remember before falling asleep were three more dates before I can fuck him.

I don't know if I will ever get used to a morning enema. I noticed sister filled the bag up a bit fuller than she had the day before, and I swear she opened the valve wider filling me up much quicker. The pressure in my abdomen was noticeably more than I remembered from the first time. Of course, when it was time for me to do hers, the valve was definitely open more than the day before. I really don't understand why I get such a thrill out of giving her the morning enema, but it makes me wonder if she has the same reaction from giving me mine.

I went a little slower with the morning edging and managed to last the entire fifteen minutes without having to stop to keep from cumming, but if stud in class wanted to fuck me that day, rules be damned, which hole do you want. As we finished edging, sister grabbed me, took me over her lap, worked lubed fingers up my ass and as promised worked the middle sized plug into my ass. It hurt for a moment as the wide part passed through my ring, but once fully seated, it no longer hurt but my ass felt noticeably fuller, and I could feel the added weight of the larger plug. I just hoped it would stay in, though sister laughed at my concern telling me that it was staying until someone took it out.

Sister's first class of the day is later than mine, so she is always still naked when it is time for me to leave for class. Once again our make out and caressing goodbye almost made me late for class again.

That day's skirt was equally short, but the blouse was a bit more shear, and under bright lights, the color of my nipples could be seen. It made me even more aware of my tits jiggling and moving with no bra again. Walking to the classroom building the breeze up my skirt into my wetness, made me smile at my now smooth and bare cunt. A passing thought made me wonder if stud would like it that way, and what would he think about the hunk of metal filling my ass.

As I approached the classroom, I saw stud standing outside the room waiting for me. He pulled me into a hug and a short but nice kiss. Bonus points to stud for initiative. He followed me into the tiered classroom and surprised me by taking the seat next to mine instead of his usual seat in front of me. He handed me a flash drive, "I noticed you didn't take many notes yesterday. Here is a copy of mine." More bonus points for initiative. Once class started, whenever he wasn't actively taking notes on his laptop, his hand tended to rest on my bare thigh below my skirt. His hand was nice and warm, and the warmth seemed to travel up my thigh under my skirt. I don't think he even noticed that whenever his hand was on my thigh, my legs got a bit further apart.

He didn't even ask about lunch. After class his hand on my hip as we left the classroom simply guided me in that direction. As we were walking across the quad toward the food court, his hand slipped from my hip down onto my butt. I immediately stopped, turned towards him, put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a long kiss. When the kiss broke, he asked, "what was that for?"

I smiled, kissed him again, and responded, "initiative. I meant it when I said it would be rewarded." His hand remained on my butt all the way to lunch. Two lunches together count as two dates in my book, I needed him to come up with something different for a third date, so I could get Sir's approval for the fourth date. We were able to find a quiet area in the food court. I complimented him on coming out of his shell and showing some initiative. He smiled and said, "You make it quite worthwhile."

We chatted about the class. I was finally able to get him to open up a bit about himself. He was a farm boy, born and raised. The local schools were small, with correspondingly small class sizes. Being the introvert, he found the large University classes a bit overwhelming and had not made many friends. Out of the blue he asked if I would like to go to the zoo with him on Saturday morning. He had heard good things about the local one.

I could barely contain my excitement. The third date, plus I love the zoo. He offered to pick me up, but knowing Sir's restrictions, we agreed that I would pick him up on campus at 9 AM. I kind of lost track of what he was saying as I did the mental gymnastics of whether I could message Sir from the zoo on our third date that morning and get his blessing to get fucked on a fourth date that same day. Once again it hit me how horny I was since I started obeying Sir's rules.

I was tuned in enough to hear how happy he was to take me to the zoo, and that he needed to head to his next class. Our departure hugs and kisses were so long and hot we got catcalls from other students in the food court. It embarrassed him, but I didn't care, other than I knew I needed to head to the restroom and dry off my cunt and thighs before the wetness showed through my skirt.