All parties involved are over 18 years of age, all acts described are between adults.
It had been a month since I had gone to see "Buck". I thought about it every day. For the first week I was still angry about the whole thing. Ashamed that I went through with it, mad at how stupid I was, furious over how I was treated, etc. The week after that... I couldn't stop touching thinking about it. Sometimes up to four times a day. The ecstasy I felt during, his hands holding me in place, the way he demeaned me. I was as turned on as I was confused. The next two weeks I vacillated over and over about reaching out. I thought he might, maybe come around and want me again, where I could set terms, but no. I checked my messages everyday and nothing. Finally, I caved.
"Hey"
"Sup?
"I was wondering if you might be free again?"
"You can come by anytime, but the laundry rooms open at 9 and close at 9, so figure it out.
"What are you talking about?"
"Sissy, if you're going to come over, you need to clean up the mess you made, simple as that"
"Omg is this about the blanket still??? Fuck you man."
"It's here when you need it"
I went back to furious again.
I cannot believe him. I'm doing him a service and he expects me to be his maid?! Fuck that! What a fucking douche bag!
Well, again. Could have gone better.
Another two weeks went by. Midterms came and went, but I didn't. I don't feel as much of an urge when I am stressed. But, eventually I got all my grades back and they were satisfying. Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks the next day, I really wanted to get fucked again. I looked, same as last time, and had the same results. No one I was interested in, or felt comfortable with.
"When can I grab it."
"Now is fine, but I have company. They'll be gone in an hour."
"Okay."
Yes, I caved again. And even worse, I was meeting his demands. But company? Was he with friends? Or fucking someone else? I guess it didn't matter, I would go after they left. An hour or so later, I knocked on his door, he opened and handed me the crumpled up blanket, and closed the door. I sighed, knowing I would have to go and pick up my detergent because he didn't provide any. As I walked around with the blanket, I felt like everyone was watching me, judging me, when they couldn't possibly know what I was doing. Unless of course, "Buck" entertained frequently and everyone knew what he had his sissys do for him. I really hoped that wasn't the case.
About two hours later I was finished, and headed back upstairs. I knocked, ready to present a now clean and folded blanket to Buck, still warm from the dryer. He opened the door, again in his boxers.
"Good sissy. Come in."
I hadn't said that was what I wanted, but I guess it was implied. I sheepishly walked inside. The pad was still on the floor, along with another blanket on top. I guess he had a few to cycle through, it both made sense and angered me that he didn't even NEED the blanket washed, but instead made me clean it for the sake of it. I set the blanket I washed on the bed.
"Nuh uh, that goes over there."
He pointed to a shelf with other linens. I placed it where instructed.
"Good. Alright, to business. Strip, get in position. I'll be right back."
He left, heading to the bathroom I guessed. I did as I was told and waited. I heard him pissing, like a garden hose for a minute before coming back. He walked back in the room, and like last time, he lubed up before pushing into me. It was pleasurable from almost the very beginning, and I made sure to moan like he liked from the last time, not wanting him to slow down.
"That's a good sissy, moan just like that."
