The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University's prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon. My friends thought I had lost my mind when I soon chose to move into an apartment with two roommates; both of them male!
The two men were in their late twenties; and both were quite handsome. Tony was an engineer and Norris was an Air Canada pilot. Neither seemed the least bit troubled, or overly excited, by the fact that I was a woman.
The interview had been very pleasant and businesslike, and I immediately fell in love with the place as they showed me around the spotless, well appointed, three bedroom flat. I made up my mind the moment I saw the spacious, furnished room that would be mine.
Based on the tasteful furnishings, and the pristine condition of the apartment, I had assumed from the start that Tony and Norris were gay lovers. We became fast friends over the next several months, sharing meals, evenings of television watching, and lots and lots of discussion—although the subject of sexual orientation never came up.
Those many weeks did little to dispel the notion that they were not the least bit interested in girls, as I rarely saw them with anybody other than each other. It wasn't long before I became very comfortable with them, and often walked around the apartment in various degrees of undress. In spite of my familiarity with the two men, I realized I didn't really know them all that well. When they were not in the apartment, I had no idea where they were. At best, I knew them superficially; like one knows the people one works with. That all changed on a warm, spring afternoon in early June.
"Hey Lexie," said Norris, "my laptop's in the shop. Is it okay if I check my webmail on yours?"
From within the shower I answered, "Oh...sure, I guess. Go ahead."
I was in a bit of a fog, both from the steamy water, and the fact that I was in the middle of a self induced orgasm at the very moment Norris had made his request. Just before entering the shower I had been reading a very erotic BDSM tale on a website that I had been frequenting for years.
Then I panicked! It suddenly occurred to me that I might have left the story on the screen! I quickly dried myself, wrapped a towel around, and stuck my head out the bathroom door, "Oh Norris...can you wait a bit? I...uh...need to check something first."
"It's okay," he said from the living room, "I'm already done. Thanks Lexie."
I breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he was already back in the living room meant that I must have remembered to exit the website. I finished up in the bathroom, threw on some sweats, and then went into the living room to find the two men sitting on the couch, passing sheets of paper back and forth. Both were sporting very large grins. It seemed like all the blood in my body rushed to my face when I realized what they were reading.
"Well!" said Tony, "It seems there's a whole side to our little Alexandra that we didn't know about."
I flumped down in a chair and stared at the floor. I could not remember a time when I had been more embarrassed. After a few moments I raised my eyes and looked at the still smiling men, then I jumped up, ran to my room, and slammed the door behind me. There I just sat and wept in silence.
I couldn't even imagine what they must think of me, and I wondered if I would ever be able to face them again. I thought I might even be forced to move out.
Ever since puberty I had been secretly intrigued by the BDSM "lifestyle," although I had never divulged...or indulged. I had several boy friends over the years, but none had even the slightest inkling that I harboured a yearning for submission...a yearning to be someone's slave. My favourite stories were those of submissive women in relationships with dominant, but caring men. I have never considered myself a masochist, but the very thought of being bound and whipped to orgasm, by a man who truly loved me, triggered instant and fearsome arousal.
Almost an hour had passed when, from outside the door, Tony said, "Lexie? Sweetie, we're really sorry. We didn't mean to embarrass you that way. Come on out and let's talk."
Then Norris said, "It was an accident Lex, I just moved the mouse and the screen popped up with that story on it. I couldn't help but read it...I shouldn't have printed it out...That was an invasion of your privacy, and I'm really sorry. Come out now, okay?"
I was about to yell at them to leave me alone when Tony said, "Were both really sorry Lexie. We were just teasing, but we understand...Norris and I have been into the lifestyle for years."
Holy crap!? What the hell did he mean by that? Had they been in a Dom/sub relationship all along? Is that what they did when they went out for the evening? My mind raced, trying to picture the two men...trying to decide who was the Dom and who was the sub. Neither fit the sub category in my mind.
My curiosity was beginning to overpower my humiliation, and I slowly built up the gumption to return to the living room. Once there, the two of them profusely apologized for their accidental peek into my secret world...and then they explained Tony's prior statement...
"Norris and I have been best friends since university, and it was there where we were introduced to the lifestyle. We are both Doms; and no Lexie, we are not gay. For the last couple of years we have been going to this 'dungeon,' a BDSM club, and having sessions with willing subs."
Norris added, "It's not great, but it's the best thing available to us at the moment. It's not easy to connect with someone who we both could care about and who would feel the same about us."
They went on to explain how they had joined the 'dungeon' and would hook up with different submissives—always women—and have "sessions" with them for the evening. The club was similar to a dating service, where Doms were 'matched' with subs. Their original hope was that they could find willing partners that they both liked and could build relationships with. It was important to them that the relationships would not interfere with their own friendship, so their options were somewhat limited.
Life was different for us after that, and for the next couple of weeks we rarely spoke of the secrets we had uncovered about each other. The 'gay' thing became a running gag, with both men sometimes acting blatantly effeminate and teasing me relentlessly. The biggest changes, though...were my fantasies. I found myself unable to shake thoughts of being a sex slave to these two men. Occasionally I would daydream while watching them go about daily routines around the apartment. On at least three of those occasions, I had to retire to my room for a little...maintenance.
One evening we were all sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching a movie. I was sitting in the middle wearing only a tee shirt and sweatpants. The movie was so bad that we were laughing and yakking away through the whole thing. To this day I am not sure what prompted it, but I suddenly blurted out, "What about me?"
It was obvious that I was not the only one with new fantasies over the past two weeks, as it was immediately clear that both Tony and Norris instantly knew what I was referring to. For the next couple of minutes the only sound in the room was that from the television.
Then Norris picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and said, "Are you sure about this Lexie?"
Although I could feel that I was blushing terribly, I looked him in the eyes and said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and yes Norris, I am...pretty sure."
I turned to Tony and continued, "But...I need some assurances...some ground rules."
We spent the next twenty minutes laying out the way we were going to proceed. Both of them were terribly sweet; bringing up points that I would never have thought of—one of which was the safe word. We all decided that we would start slow, with that evening being fairly simple. There would be some innocuous "slave" stuff, then I would be bound to the couch and lightly "toyed" with; a little touching, some light flogging, etc. I was to address them as "Sir" for the evening, and all I had to do was say "Stop" and everything would halt immediately.
I suggested that we spice things up a little when the time came for the flogging. We had all agreed that there would be no intercourse that night, but I knew it was inevitable that I would enjoy at least one orgasm before we were done. That seemed a little one-sided to me, so I proposed that they flog me until I "relented," agreeing to administer to them orally. They both said that wasn't necessary, but I insisted—fair is fair.
We also agreed, that when the night was over, if I was not comfortable with what went on then that would be the end of it. We would not speak of it again, and we would try to just go back to the way things were before. Realistically, that was probably impossible, but we all silently hoped that things would go well.
Finally, we were done talking and Norris said, "Please stand facing us, my pretty slave."
It had started! The fantasy I had harboured all my adult life was about to become real, and I was so excited it was actually difficult to stand. My heart was racing, my breathing changed to light panting, and a warm glow was building in my tummy.
Tony said, "Please remove your tee shirt and sweats now, then assume a stance with your hands behind your back, your feet at least thirty inches apart, and your eyes to the floor."
I stripped off my clothes quickly, threw them to the floor, and stood as instructed. The warm glow in my abdomen was rapidly changing to a raging inferno! I stand five foot seven or so, and I have a pretty trim body with, not huge, but ample boobs, and long, straight, jet black hair. I have had many men look lustily in my direction, but never like this. I was on display, an exhibit—and not for my fashion sense, or poise, or demeanor. I was showcasing my body; my sex, and all I wanted was for those two men to approve and desire nothing else but to ravage me. As their eyes surveyed every square inch of my nakedness, I became a little light headed.
After a few moments they stood and began to run their hands all over me. My shoulders, arms, sides, hips, thighs, tummy, abdomen, and finally, my breasts. I closed my eyes as they softly fondled me and rolled my rock hard nipples between gentle fingers. I was noticeably panting, and I had enough moisture between my legs to lubricate a bullet train.
