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The next six months was a rush of hormones and flights of erotica. Misty never received less than 5 orgasms a day and sometimes as many as 10. I greeted her everyday in the nude and on my knees before her. I adored her feet at the door and upon command. As the time passed, I had begun doing all the chores around the house as if I didn't have a roommate at all, I was waiting on her hand and foot and then worshipped her feet and legs until she needed something else. About three months earlier, Misty basically moved into my bedroom with me and seemed to become obsessed with my chastity device. She'd started tying me down to my bed as she rubbed her hands all over my body and paid extra attention to my exposed swollen balls. This became a daily thing and it seemed to make me hornier.
Misty never raised her voice to me the entire time. She walked around the house in only lingerie now and would keep me thinking about sex constantly. On top of the conversations involving a sexual theme, she had me pour oil on her and massage her on a whim. She'd lie outside sunbathing, her hands constantly caressing some part of her own body. I'd become accustomed to bathing her daily before bed while wearing a blindfold. I was still not allowed to view her naked. I was thinking about sex so often that the dreams never ceased but became increasingly intense. I continued to dream about something probing my ass and how great it felt. Every couple weeks the sensation seemed to get bigger and more determined to get deeper.
If all this wasn't enough, I also attended to her nails and would apply polish to them. I would brush her hair nightly 200 times while she talked about how good I was being and that she liked things this way, that she never imagined having a roommate would be like having a personal servant. I would towel her off after watching her workout. The tasks became more and more involved and seemed to make her life more luxurious while mine became more hectic. I was never able to say anything because the few times I hesitated, Misty would remind me that I still needed to prove I could be trusted or she'd leave and I'd never get out of the device that I claimed Brandi locked on me. I had grown to a point that I was not only afraid of what she might do because she held all the cards, but I needed her threats and smugly superior attitude. I needed to be around her regardless of what it would cost or regardless of what I would have to endure.
Things became so that I lived to hear her voice, even if it only came with moans of pleasure or words of belittlement and debasement toward me. The odd thing about it though is that I could never find myself getting angry because no matter how rude and mean she was, she did it with such a seductive innocence and sweet voice that I usually found myself asking or even begging for more. Naturally she was all too happy to provide it for me and eventually not only did I want more, but I began believing myself to be worthless, pathetic, and inferior to her. I also started to agree with her that my cock was too small and deserved to be locked up, that I wasn't a real man because a real man wouldn't let this happen, and that my place in life was at Misty's feet. I fought these thoughts constantly and tried to tell myself it couldn't be true. I knew that I didn't let anything happen and that I made my own choices, but if that were true then why was I so easily manipulated and captivated by Misty? I could sense my will slipping away from me and I seemed to be handing it over to Misty. I'm guessing that Misty could feel this battle going on inside of me because she took everything yet another step further while still making it my choice:
"I've been thinking lately and have been feeling like I should do something for you since you've been giving me all these wonderful pleasures, so I've done a little research about your predicament. I believe there may be a way to allow you to have wonderful sensations and drive you toward that orgasm that you've longed for over the last several months. It'll require a lot of trust though and if you give me that part of you, I'll instill more trust in you and your story. Are you willing to trust me enough? Do you want to feel that familiar climb toward an explosive orgasm bad enough??" handing me her silk robe to hang for the night, leaving her in thong and quite revealing bra
With eagerness in my voice I exclaimed, "Yes!"
"Calm down baby. It's not so easy as just saying yes. If you want that feeling bad enough, you have to do me a favor. Are you willing?"
"Yes...what is it you want?"
"Well you see, I'm an innocent little girl but I'm also a woman. I have urges and these urges have been building and building each day. I didn't want to tell you when I was first moving in that one day I hoped I would be able to regularly fuck my roommie because I didn't want to get your hopes up. I wanted it to be a surprise but then you allowed this to be locked on and you're unable to get it up now that I'm ready for it. So as I did some research I found a way that you can experience that build up again and I can fuck you the way I want, but before I let you I want you to use this on me." Pulling out a strap-on dildo
"Just how am I supposed to do that?"
"Silly little boy. You put it on and pretend it's your real one. I know it won't be easy because at 10", it's gotta be more than 2 ½ times bigger than yours. Once you start believing that you could actually be a real man, then you start seducing me and begging me to fuck you like you're a dog in heat."
"But..."
Holding the fake cock to her lips she licked up the shaft and said, "Did I ever tell you I learned how to deep throat 10" when I was 14 and since then I won't let anything less than 8" stay in my mouth for more than a few seconds. I just love the feeling of something so big and meaty in my mouth. It's just so hard to explain. You'll have to experience it sometime." With that she took the entire cock into her mouth in one motion and with total eye contact, slowly withdrew it from her moist lips followed by her addictive moan. "So what do you say...you wanna try it?"
Watching her totally captivated I responded, "Yes...I'd love to"
