When I opened my apartment's door, I was infuriated by what I saw. The home was a mess as usual and my roommate, Nancy, was sitting naked on the couch. Her blonde hair was disheveled and she was masturbating in front the TV, watching a porn video. She turned her head, vaguely greeted me, and continued enjoying herself.
I had another rough day at the carwash, where I worked as an accountant, among other tasks. Although my boss knew that I was a lesbian, he made me wash some of the regular customers' cars, wearing only bikinis. They paid me good tips, but the humiliation wasn't worth it.
I had to put up with this, by the way. It was not easy to find a new job in this economy. Recently, a friend had offered me an intern job in a big dot com company, but I could not accept it, because they would not pay me much in the beginning months, and I would not be able to pay the bills and the rent. My friend said that he would keep the position for a few days, in case I changed my mind. Oh God, if I could have a little help.
I could not ask for any help from Nancy, though. My good-for-nothing roommate was one of my expenses herself. Not a big expense, to be honest. All she needed was junk food, internet, and some electricity to watch porn. But if it was not for her, I could bring in another roommate who would pay half of the rent and the bills. These days, I was thinking of an alternative solution to make her useful.
I took the remote from the floor and turned off the TV. Nancy's face got distorted and she opened her mouth to protest, but shut it when she looked into my angry eyes. I collapsed in my couch and pointed to my crotch. She pressed her lips, lowered her head, and crawled to me.
It was a few months ago when we agreed on this new arrangement. Nancy, who had lost her job again, had come up with this idea that we start a BDSM relationship. She would be the domestic slave and I would be the mistress. It was interesting in the beginning, but after a while, I was too tired to play games after long days of hard work.
As usual, Nancy took out my shoes and socks, and then started massaging, kissing, and licking my feet and toes. I really enjoyed these at first, but now, all I could think was that how gross it is. I told her to move on to the next part. She pulled down my jeans and panties, and unceremoniously, started licking my pussy. The feel of Nancy's tongue on my vagina was no longer magical and it felt just too gynecological. After some minutes of useless cunnilingus, I pushed Nancy away and went to take a shower.
When I returned, I saw that Nancy was back on the sofa, watching the rest of her movie. I wanted to throw something at the TV, but I remembered that I would have to pay for the new TV myself. I took a deep breath and went to the kitchen. The sink was full of dirty dishes and there were stinking left-overs on the table. I opened the refrigerator and found it empty. I called my favorite fast-food restaurant to order two sandwiches, but I corrected myself and ordered only one.
I sat by Nancy and watched the video. The two whores in it were fingering each other and moaning exaggeratedly. I hated porn and never got turned on by watching fake sex. I turned my head to Nancy and I found her as disgusting as the sluts in the movie. She was keeping her vagina open with two fingers and moving her fingers in and out of her hole. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. I felt an urge to punch the slut in the mouth, just to keep her from cuming.
When the movie was finished, Nancy increased the pace of her masturbation, but the knock on the door stopped her from reaching an orgasm. I paid the delivery guy and returned to the sitting room. As I started eating, Nancy came forward and was confused to find the bag empty. She asked if I forgot to order for her, but I shook my head and kept eating. Nancy looked at me bewildered. She remained silent for some moments but, as I expected, could not keep her mouth shut.
"Is this some kind of game?"
I did not pay any attention to her until I finished eating the sandwich. This apparently confused her a lot. She remained standing in front of me and repeated her question. I folded my arms and leaned back.
"Yes, I think this could be called a new game. Sit down."
Nancy gulped and sat on the sofa. I shook my head in pointed to a spot on the floor, in front of my couch. She reluctantly obeyed and knelt there.
"In the good old times, slaves were productive assets, but you are just an additional expense for me. I have decided to start using you as a real slave. For example, you will not get anything to eat if you have not done your chores."
I pointed to the trash all around the room. When Nancy did not react and kept looking confused, I shouted.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Start cleaning up."
Nancy jumped back, and when she saw that I was serious, she gave me a hurt look, and started picking up the trash with shaking hands. She kept sniffing the whole time while she tidied up, vacuumed, and washed the dishes. When these were finished, I walked around.
"You should do a lot of dusting and shining tomorrow, but for tonight, I believe this is enough."
Nancy looked defiant and spoke with an edgy tone.
"Can I now order something to eat, Mistress?"
I ignored the tone.
"Not now. I have something very important to say and I hope that hunger will make you pay more attention."
Nancy puffed exasperatedly. She sat on the sofa and gazed at me, waiting. I paced across the room.
"When I first brought you here, I was counting on you for half of the rent and expenses. But you kept losing job after job, started borrowing money from me, and eventually ended up becoming a burden."
Apparently Nancy was expecting this argument and her answer was ready. She folded her arms and looked away.
"A burden? I thought that our love meant more. But if you really think this way, I will start looking for a job from tomorrow."
I knew she would say that, and I my answer was ready.
