Roommate to Submissive Sisters

Roommates Becoming Sisters

I can hear my heels click on the tile floor and feel my bra free tits jiggle and move as I walk to class. I find my usual seat in the tiered lecture hall about halfway down so I can clearly see the board and hear the instructor. As I sit, I hear the soft thud of the metal plug in my ass as it hits the unpadded seat pushing it even deeper into my unaccustomed ass. The cute stud who always sits in front of me turns to flirt as he has before every class since the first week. I've been waiting for him to make a move since that first week of class and so far, nothing more than a smile and a quick chat before class startes.

Today as he turns I can tell he caught my heels and as his eyes came up, my bare legs, a slight pause at my slightly separated knees perhaps catching my wet, newly shaved cunt, an almost imperceptible smile at my rigid nipples poking holes in my shirt, and finally eye contact with a much larger than normal smile for me. I'm almost afraid as he starts to speak, but his words thrill me. "Wow, you look nice today, are you free for lunch after class?"

I manage to coherently say, "Yes, that sounds like fun." I had made sure that he had my cell phone number and email address since the second week of classes. I had even taken the initiative and called him to ask a question about something in class, hoping for almost any show of interest. If I had known that today's outfit would do the trick, I would have worn it weeks ago when it was warmer.

Actually, what I was wearing today was my roommate's fault. More exactly my complete inability to say no to my roommate, whom I also have a crush on. She is a very cute, quiet brunette with long hair and a nice curvy figure that without meaning to she often shows off around our shared campus apartment. She sees no reason to put a robe on in the morning to go to the bathroom, when she has on that short thin night shirt. She had been my nighttime fantasy for more than one orgasm.

Then a week ago she started wearing nothing in the apartment except a pair of heels. She would blush when she saw me looking at her but gave no explanation. She also seemed much happier than I had ever seen her. Finally, one night over a pizza I asked her what was going on. She blushed bright red but told me, "I have always had an interest in a submissive relationship and now have a dom that I talk to on-line and I'm obeying his instructions. This is a safe way for me to experience a submissive relationship. It is completely on-line and anonymous. If I want to end it, I simply say goodbye and delete the KIK account, but so far it is much more than I ever thought possible. Doing something because you are being obedient to what a strong Dom tells you to do, is unbelievably stimulating."

To be honest I was shocked at what she was doing, but as she explained the relationship and went through what all her daily instructions and rules were, I found myself squirming in my chair, getting wetter and wetter. It went far beyond being naked in the apartment, it covered what she wore to class and requirements to masturbate but with orgasm restrictions and even more. Rebecca could tell I was getting interested. I had always wanted the guy to take charge, why I had never asked the guy in class out. She finally asked me if I would like to talk to him. I was hesitant, but I heard myself say, "yes."

She contacted him on KIK and fortunately he was online. Rebecca explained who I was and that I was interested in what she was doing and her relationship with him. I noticed Rebecca always called him Sir, and he called her slut. She slid her laptop over to me and while I had great difficulty telling him about my interests, he was otherwise easy to talk to. He explored my interests, but I never felt pushed, until he asked if I was interested in following the same rules slut was following and become her fellow submissive sister.

Somehow, I knew that question was coming, but I froze. I looked at Rebecca, she was watching me, and finally broke the silence saying, "It is your choice, it won't affect our relationship whichever you choose, but I will continue to obey him whether you choose to or not."

Suddenly my fingers flew over the keyboard, "Yes Sir, please accept me and I will do my best to follow your instructions and please you." As soon as I hit send all the tension in my body left me, I had made a decision.

He came back and said, "I accept your submission, your sister submissive slut will help you with all of the requirements that she is obeying, but right now, like slut, strip naked and put on your highest heels. When you comply and come back, I have a question for both of you."

I'm not sure why I stripped in front of Rebecca instead of going to my room to do it. Doing it in front of her was both awkward and liberating. I had to dig deep in my closet to find a pair of heels, I strapped them onto my feet and managed to get back to Rebecca without falling or twisting an ankle.

Rebecca had continued to talk to him while I was gone, I was sure telling him all about me. When I sat down, I saw she had typed, "She is back."

He typed on the app, "I am going to ask a question to see if there is mutual interest in both of you. Either or both of you may say no and it will not be ever mentioned again and nothing else will change. I will also be clear that even if both of you say yes, I may decide that it is not in the best interest of all parties involved. So, if it does not proceed that does not mean that one of you said no, neither of you should feel any pressure one way or the other. I need private answers from each of you and not a shared answer. I doubt that is clear, but here is the question, 'would each of you like a more sexual relationship with the other, if I required it.'"

Rebecca took the laptop, typed something in, hit enter and then cleared the screen, hiding her answer. She pushed the laptop over to me and left to get a drink. I watched her bare plugged ass swing across the room and immediately typed in, "Yes, I would like that."

By the time Rebecca got back Sir had typed, "I have three yeses for a more sexual relationship between you two. For now, I will let you two develop and explore that relationship. Obviously, you will both always be naked in the apartment which should help the relationship develop. Once we see what you two sisters develop, I may add or change what you have developed. Until then, my only requirement is that you trade real kisses at bedtime, first thing in the morning, and whenever one of you leave or return to the apartment. You will now trade a nice long deep first kiss to start this new relationship.

Rebecca stood up, so I followed. We hugged each other, smiled and then our lips met. I was surprised with how firm, forceful and deep she was kissing me, but it only took me a moment to respond as the electric tingle spread through my whole body. I felt her tongue slip between my lips and I eagerly sucked on it. From somewhere, I heard myself moan. We broke the kiss, but still held each other tight, and then we kissed again, longer this time. We were both smiling when we finally broke the kiss and returned to the conversation with Sir.

He reminded Rebecca to carefully go over the rules with me, and then he told me that it might take a day or two for me to have the clothes that were required for class, but I needed to be fully obedient by the following Monday. We both replied, "yes sir" and he ended the conversation.

We looked at each other and then fell into a hug. She turned to her laptop and pulled up a list of what were now our rules. I was surprised and a bit shocked at what Rebecca and now I had agreed to. She emailed the list to me so I would have a copy. She then went through the list with me to make sure that I understood each item.

I knew the requirement to be naked in the apartment in heels. She explained that it also meant that we now slept naked. The other required daily rules were a complete surprise. We were to start each day edging our cunts while abusing our nipples and then an enema before showering. Edging was also required each time we used the toilet. Before bed we spanked our butts, tits and cunts, before working a dildo for fifteen minutes each in our cunts, asses, and working on our oral skills, then we crawled naked to bed. We were also required to keep everything below our necks cleanly and smoothly shaved. I looked at Rebecca when she told me that last one. She smiled, reached over and grabbed a handful of my unruly bush and said, "let's take care of that right now. Find the scissors, I'll be right back."

I got the scissors from the kitchen drawer and Rebecca showed back up with a towel, razor, shaving cream and lotion. I soon found myself lying on my back on the table with my legs spread wide, as she worked the scissors freely removing great chunks of my messy bush. The shaving cream felt cold as she spread it all over my mound and around my cunt. I was quite nervous with how quickly she was working the razor around my very sensitive area. I then had to pull my knees up to my tits so she could get the rest. She wiped me down with a warm washrag and then worked the lotion into the newly shaved areas which quickly changed into caresses that made me quite wet.

I was about to comment on the caresses when she leaned in, kissed my cunt and I felt her tongue lapping against my clit. I pulled her up to me into a very long deep kiss where I got a definite taste of myself.

When we broke the kiss she asked, "Why did we wait so long, we have been eyeing each other since we moved in together? Not having an answer, I pulled her into a hug and another kiss. She broke the kiss saying we need to go through the rest of your new rules, and you need to think about clothing for tomorrow.

I sat back down, and she scrolled down on her laptop. It had rules for when we were outside the apartment. With a few exceptions, pants, panties and pantyhose were not allowed. Pants were allowed for cold weather, panties that time of the month, and both panties and pantyhose for dating, which I found strange. Legs could only be crossed at the ankles, with the knees kept a fist width apart. Bras were not allowed, except for sports bras while exercising. Skirts were to be at least two inches above the knees. Heels were required at all times except during exercise. There were also requirements for regular exercise and weekly weigh ins.

We talked a bit about those requirements. They would definitely make us stand out on campus, and a radical change from the sweats that I normally wore. I commented, "That outfit should get my crush in class to notice me." She then sprung the last rule on me, anal plugs were required whenever we were out of the apartment. She went to her room and came back with a set of three metal plugs of different sizes and a tube of lube. She told me that she was moving up a size every other Monday and was now on the middle sized plug.

She started lubing the smallest plug and it took me a moment to realize what she intended to do with it. As I started to protest, I found myself bent over the table with a lubed finger up my ass. I wasn't an anal virgin but frankly I had not been getting any action at all in any hole that semester. She started slowly working the plug into my ass. I only gave a minor squeak as the widest part of the plug pushed through my anal ring. Once in it felt strange but didn't hurt. She told me that wearing it today would make it less intrusive when I wore it to class every day.

We were cuddling and talking together on the couch, holding each other, occasionally trading little kisses and caresses, when she asked if I was ready to start our bedtime routine. It took me a moment to remember what she was talking about. She went to her room to get her dildo, and I went to get mine. Her's was a bit bigger than mine and she joked, "I obviously have higher standards than you do."

We sat on towels on the floor facing each other with our feet pressed against our sister's. She set a timer for fifteen minutes and we each started slowly fucking ourselves. She reminded me, "we aren't allowed to cum without permission from Sir, so try for fifteen minutes, but stop if you have to."

I was surprised how wet I was from cuddling with Rebecca. It was so hot watching her working her dildo in her cunt, not just in and out but movement to hit all the good spots inside. With the visual stimulation along with working the dildo in my cunt, by five minutes I was on edge. By eight minutes I was panting and having to work to keep from cumming. I had to stop before ten minutes were up, but it was still amazing watching sister work herself for the full fifteen minutes.

There was a mirror on the hallway side of the bathroom door. We each stuck our dildos to the mirror side by side. Rebecca explained that the goal was to practice our oral skills and work on our gag reflex, trying to take the dildo into our throats about half the time. The other goal was to work on keeping eye contact with the reflection in the mirror. Once again, the timer was set, and we started practicing. It helped that I was imagining sucking the boy from class. I heard Rebecca gag several times as she worked her dildo deeper into her mouth. I had never even even tried to deep throat so my efforts to take it deeper resulted in gagging each time I tried. Out of the corner of my eye I did see Rebecca succeed in getting her nose up against the mirror a few times, but I never even got close. By the time the timer went off, my jaw was sore. Rebeccas was smiling at her successes. She told me not to worry, with practice it would come naturally.

I was very worried about mounting my dildo with my ass. I immediately agreed when Rebecca suggested we not do that until I had more time with the larger plugs to get me ready. I watched in amazement as she lubed her dildo attached to the mirror, worked a couple of lubed fingers up her ass and then quickly mounted the dildo and worked it slowly for the required fifteen minutes. She did admit when she was done that it was a bit tender, but seemed pleased that she could surprise her boyfriend the next weekend.

I had forgotten about the paddling until she brought out her leather slapper. It was about eighteen inches long and two inches wide and made with two layers of leather with a stiffening rod between the two layers for most of its length. Rebecca said, "I've been paddling my own ass for two weeks and can tell you how hard that is. I will paddle you, and then you can paddle me. With both excitement and trepidation, I agreed. I had never been spanked, ever. My parents didn't believe in it.

She sat at one of the dining room chairs and I laid across her lap. She adjusted my position slightly. I didn't realize until she started spanking me that my cunt was right on top of her bony knee. I felt her hand rub over my butt and then felt her do the same with the paddle. The first stroke of the paddle exploded in pain in my right butt cheek, followed quickly by one on my left cheek. She didn't pause or give me time to adjust but quickly delivered the required twenty swats to each cheek. My ass was on fire, I had never felt such pain. But a few moments after the paddling stopped, I realized that my cunt was also on fire and was probably leaking down her leg. She ran her hand over my butt feeling the heat and then dragged her nails across my burning butt adding a new wave of sensation and pain. She pulled me up sitting on her lap. I wrapped my arms around her neck and cried into her shoulder. She used a handful of my hair to pull me into a long deep kiss. She held me and we exchanged kisses until I was back in control.

As we traded places she told me, "I will coach you whether you should spank me harder or lighter." I wondered why I hadn't been given that opportunity. She laid across my lap and I could feel the wetness in her cunt against my knee. That cute ass I had coveted since we moved in was now laying bare across my equally naked lap. I ran my hand over it, feeling its softness and smoothness. After each of my first three strikes with the paddle I heard her say, "harder, harder, harder." Then each swat was leaving a bright red two inch stripe on her butt cheek. By the time I finished, her entire butt was bright red and I could hear her moaning. I wasn't sure if it was pain or something else.

As she had done with me, I pulled her up sitting on my lap. Her wetness and the heat in her butt were very noticeable where she was sitting on my thigh. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was smiling as we hugged and kissed. She said we each have two more spankings to do, we will each do our own.

We both knelt on the floor, facing each other our knees just touching. I watched as she lightly spanked her tits, her tits got quite red, but her nipples got rigid, and the wetness in her cunt even more noticeable. I frankly didn't understand how her body was reacting to having her tits spanked. Then she handed me the paddle. My first two swats on my left nipple were too light, my third one perhaps a bit heavy. Then I found my rhythm, I was shocked, each swat on my tits sent an electric bolt straight to my cunt. I was so engrossed in the feeling that I lost count, only Rebecca reaching for the paddle stopped me in time.

I couldn't even comprehend the idea of spanking my cunt. It hurt even when a guy fucked me hard. Rebecca took the paddle and started lightly spanking her cunt. It even sounded wet when the paddle lightly hit it. Halfway through her whole body started to shiver. That shiver got even stronger as her cunt spanking progressed. As she finished, I asked, "Did you cum?"

She answered, "I don't know what to call it. It starts where the paddle strikes, runs up my cunt and keeps spreading through my body. It happens almost every time."

I took the paddle back and started spanking. Almost immediately Rebecca said, "You have to go a little harder." The next firmer stroke sent the same electric bolt through my body that the tit spanking had done. As she had described it, the shock started in my cunt, but my whole body felt it.

As I finished my cunt swats, Rebecca pushed me onto my back and attacked my sore wet tongue with her tongue and fingers. It was painful, but I managed to hold off the much needed but forbidden orgasm, as her tongue explored my cunt. She crawled up on top of me and claimed my mouth, her tongue driven between my lips gave me a full taste of myself. As I laid there holding her, I had to ask myself, "Why the fuck did you wait till someone else told you to do this?

Rebecca eventually helped me to my feet, put her arm around me and led me to her bed. I didn't even protest as she removed my heels and helped me into her bed and crawled in behind me, spooning tight against my back side, her hands holding and caressing me. My mind was racing 100 MPH, trying to recognize and rationalize everything that I had done and experienced that evening. While I always liked the guy to take the lead, I never thought of it as my being submissive. Now I was in a full dom/sub relationship that controlled my sex and what I wore or didn't wear. That had also led to my being naked in my roommate's bed enjoying her body against mine and her caresses. As I thought about it, I realized that I wasn't stressed about anything I had done, and other than being very horny, I was extremely happy and content.

I turned to face Rebecca, it felt so natural to hold each other and trade kisses and caresses as we talked. I asked her what happened in the morning. She thought a moment and ran down what our dom required of us.

She said, "First thing in the morning after our bathroom dash including #1 and #2, we will edge without cumming, we will do each other's enema, then shower, release our enemas, plug our asses, have breakfast, help you get properly dressed, and head to class." She made it sound just like every other normal morning, which I guess is our new normal.