I realized in college that I was that I was gay, submissive, and that I worshipped my roommate Wally's amazing dick.
My relationship with Wally grew over the course of our college career. I would rush home after class to meet him, trying to get home quick enough to change into lingerie, especially a French maid outfit he was particularly fond of, and meet him at the door, drink in one hand and leash in the other. He'd take both and sip his scotch as he led me back to the bedroom by the lead.
By now, he was beginning to really embrace his role as my dominant. Not only was he using my mouth and ass for his pleasure anytime he felt like it, he was verbally and physically abusing me, adding to both of our sexual satisfaction. He'd often slap me across the face with his big, meaty dick before he'd allow me the pleasure of having it in my mouth, all the while taunting me by calling me a sissy and a cocksucker. Sometimes before fucking my ass, he'd use a heavy leather belt on me, raising nasty welts on my tender backside. I was beginning to like the feeling of pain preceding the feeling of pleasure. And pleasure I had every time his amazing dick was in any of my holes.
Our sexual relationship took an even more remarkable turn one day when I heard the sound of laughing and several peoples' footsteps mounting the stairs to our apartment. I was standing behind the door wearing a blond wig, make-up, a see-through pale-blue negligee with matching panties and thigh-high stockings. That day I had rhinestone studded collar attached to my leash and was already leaking pre-cum in anticipation of Wally's arrival. As I heard the footsteps I thought about running and hiding, but I realized that Wally would know I was standing here and that if he was bringing people over it was because he wanted them to see me. As I heard the steps get even closer I got even harder, completely excited about what might be happening.
When Wally walked in, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome, middle-aged African-American man who I was shocked to recognize as one of the professors on our campus. Behind them was a small, meek-looking Southeast Asian girl who I had seen around and thought was a freshman.
"Sissy," Wally began as he took my leash in hand, "you know Professor Jones, I think. The professor and I got to talking the other day and realized that we had some unexpected things in common. This is his new slave, and I convinced him that you might be able to teach her a thing or two about her proper role. If you do a good job, the professor is going to give me some much needed extra credit, so, if you know what's good for you, I advise you to do a very good job." As he said this, he yanked on my leash pulling me down to my knees. I looked in his eyes briefly and then moved, on my hands and knees, towards Professor Jones. He was wearing a nice pair of wool pants, and they felt a little scratchy under my hands as I reached up to caress the large bulge that was beginning to form as his dick hardened. Good god, it was almost as big as Wally's. I unconsciously began to lick my lips in anticipation.
"You're right, Wally," I heard Jones say. "She really is a slut." He pulled away from me, however, before I could even start to free his dick and get it where I wanted, between my lips. "You can have this later, sissy. Your boy and I are going to go out and have a few drinks while we watch the game. We'll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, you need to train this one." He gestured towards his female companion, who was standing shyly, eyes towards the ground. "She's eager, but she has no idea what she's doing. Something tells me you do, cocksucker," he finished, patting my cheek lightly with his large hand before turning to leave. I looked over at Wally, who winked at me before dropping my leash and turning to follow the professor out the door.
After they left, I turned to look at the girl standing next to me. She had lost a bit of her shyness and was staring at me wide-eyed. She was short and flat-chested with small features. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but even under these circumstances, I could see that there was some kind of spark that made her very attractive. I don't know, maybe it was just the flash of recognition as one submissive meets another.
I didn't know what to say, so thankfully she broke the silence. "The professor said you would know what to do with these," she said as she handed me her backpack. I opened it to find a selection of trashy lingerie and some positively lurid sex toys. "I'm Liu, by the way."
