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Paige Submits Pt 01 05

Paige Submits Pt 01 05

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Part 1 – The Night It All Started

*note: This part does not contain actual sex or submission, so if you're not interested in the background, you're welcome to skip to part 2 or 3.

"Come in" I called after a suspiciously long delay.

The knob turned, and the door opened slowly. A guy's head popped into the room, I was pretty sure his name was Brian, though I have never met him formally. It wasn't something unusual, having strange guys in our apartment, but usually I just stayed in my room and tried to ignore my over-socializing roommate and her friends. Not that we didn't get along, we were surprisingly close, considering she was the kind of girl who invites people over and gets laid whenever she wanted, while I was shy and preferred my own company over others'.

My love life never existed. It's not that I wasn't attractive, I always got heads turned to my direction. My problem was that I didn't know how to have a love life. Yeah, I was virgin. I didn't want my first time to be with some stranger, I wanted a real relationship with the one who'd take my cherry, but I had no idea how to start one. I didn't have anyone who could match me up with someone. I had some friends, but none of them knew me well enough for that.

I did masturbate, and a lot. Fantasizing on finally losing it, in so many different situations, with so many different people (not necessarily guys or girls). I never had the guts to act for that goal, so I stayed lonely with my fingers.

I am 19, in my first year of studying software engineering in a well-considered institution I will not mention. The roommate I was talking about, Carla, is 22, and is also in her first year of electrical engineering. We have another roommate, Leila, which isn't so friendly towards the two of us. Neither of us picked her roommates. We share a three-bedroom dorm apartment, with a kitchen, shower and a living room. Nothing too fancy, as fits to our budget, but still spacious and provides privacy.

Anyway, Carla had some friends over that night, and they hung in the living room with booze and loud chatter and laughter. It was in times like this that I felt lonelier, and Carla knew it, so she always tried to get me to join them, but I was always too shy. I guess this time she thought Brian had a chance to convince me to leave my little safe kingdom, and she sent him for me. His knocking caught me off-guard while I was reading some erotic fiction in some weird website, so it took me a while to open an appropriate webpage and to pull up and zip my jeans, before I answered.

"Carla said you might wanna join us." he said carefully, testing the ground with only his head past the doorstep.

"I'm pretty busy right now, I have tons of tasks at hand." I tried to avoid socializing with the obvious excuse.

"Common, you seem clever enough to not get behind with those." he was right, I was doing well in all my courses, and him mentioning that boosted my confidence immediately. Usually I would've thought of another excuse easily, but I guess the beer I had earlier and the fact that I hadn't masturbated all day made me vulnerable to his nice attitude.

"Fine." I sighted, internally exited that I'm actually doing this.

He smiled and pulled his head out and few moments later I was following him to the living room. He had a nice body, I realized as I marched behind him. I figured he was some sort of athlete, or he should've been if he wasn't. He wore a tight T-shirt and Bermuda shorts. I was definitely starting to have a crush on him. A crush that I wouldn't do anything about.

I entered the living room and all eyes were quickly looking my way. There were Carla, which was visibly surprised but glad to see me, two other girls that I've seen quite often around Carla, and three more guys I didn't know, including Brian.

"Glad you joined us." Carla welcomed me with slightly amused tone, "We were just about to raise some shots, and since you're behind you'll need some extra." And so we did raise two straight rounds of the cheapest vodka I've ever tasted. After I drank my bonus shot, which Carla insisted I'd drink, she introduced me to her friends.

"These are Claire and Emma," she named the girls, although I did know their names, "and these are Drake, Josh and Leo" she pointed at every guy as she said his name. Turns out the name of the guy from before was Leo, not Brian. They were all dressed well, as if it was an unofficial triple-date, which made me feel intruding. We were all just sitting around the wide living room, chatting and laughing. Of course, I had a very little part in the conversation, but I was still proud of myself for being present.

I wasn't used to drinking like that, only occasional beer or a glass of wine, so I felt tipsy soon. After a while Emma suggested we play some poker, and we all sat around the living room table and played for a couple of hours, while the vodka kept coming and didn't seem to end. Finally, Josh lost all his fortune and was technically out of the game.

"I'll give you some chips if you'll answer a question honestly." Emma suggested with a smile, and Josh agreed. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked with an obviously fake innocent flirting face.

"Yeah, you're beautiful." he replied, half forced. She was beautiful, with straight brunette hair, sharp facial features and just about the right amount of make-up, making her look like natural beauty (maybe she was, I couldn't tell). I noticed the sexual tension between the two from the very first minutes I've been with them.

"Thanks, you're not bad yourself." She replied while handing him a generous amount of chips.

Carla was the second one to lose, and Drake almost immediately offered her his chips for asking her boldly when was the last time she had sex.

"About four hours ago." she replied with a naughty smile to much of our surprise. "When was the last time of yours?" she shot back.

"You shouldn't use the only chips you now got on questions." he avoided while handing her some chips

From then, the game turned gradually to a Truth or Dare game. Every time someone was out of chips somebody else offered them some in return for a truth. I was doing great in the game, so I didn't answer any questions. The atmosphere became more sexual with every hand lost and truth given, until Leo placed an empty vodka bottle in the center of the table and officially turned the game into Truth or Dare. He spun the bottle first and it landed between Emma and Josh. Instead of spinning again or deciding who'd get it, he simply decided, "I'll give you both a dare." We all knew where this was going, the two have been flirting all evening. "You two get out of here already."

They looked at each other with visible lust and just stood up and left.

"Finally." Carla sighted, followed by laughter and giggles from the rest of us.

"I should better go too," Drake surprised us, "I have classes in the morning." With that he got up and left as well.

"He has a girlfriend." Leo explained. Now we were only Leo, Carla, Claire and I. We raised some more shots and continued the game. Soon Carla lost her shirt and Leo his pants. I was nervous when the bottle first stopped on me, so I chose truth.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've done?" Carla asked me. I immediately blushed and looked down, as I answered simply "Nothing."

"Common, you have to answer, that's the rules." She pressed.

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"Nothing, as I'm virgin." I whispered shamefully, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Interesting." She stated, "Ok it's your turn."

I spun the bottle and it stopped back on Carla.

"Truth."

"What's the kinkiest thing you did?" I turned her own question against her, to everyone's joy.

"Well," she answered after a few seconds of thinking, "I had my ex locked in a chastity belt." She told us without a trace of shame. The room went quiet, and everyone was staring at her. Leo had a visible erection, since he had no pants at that point. Carla didn't seem to mind the attention, as she continued. "I still have it if you wanna see."

After no one answered, but it was obvious that everyone wanted, she got up and went to her room, and returned with what looked like metal panties, with the middle strap ridiculously wide and detached from the belt on the front.

"So your ex is a girl." Claire pointer out.

"She actually wore that?" asked Leo with disbelief, trying to hide his erection, which got bigger since Carla returned.

"Yep" she confirmed, "The lock goes here, and then the wearer can't touch herself at all."

With all the alcohol in my blood I had the courage to say, "Show us how it looks on you, Carla."

She smiled and slipped them on like regular panties, over her own.

"It doesn't really fit me." she said and took them off, "It was made especially for my ex. She's about your size." She told me, and immediately made me blush.

We continued the game (and the drinks) for about an hour. At this point Claire had passed out on the couch in her bra and panties. Leo, Carla and I still sat around the table, completely wasted and tired. I had only my bra on, Carla wore nothing, and Leo had his boxers. Carla spun the bottle and it landed on me.

"Dare." I chose proudly. It was my first dare for the night.

"Finally!" She cried, "Wear the belt."

"What?? No!" I protested immediately.

"Common, she won't lock it." Leo intervened, "I really wanna see it on you."

I was really drunk, perhaps the drunkest I've ever been, otherwise I would've never even consider the option. But the combination of the alcohol and the attention I was getting from the hot guy made me light-minded.

"You won't lock it?" I looked at Carla, waiting for a promise.

"I won't." she stated and walked towards me. She helped me wear it and tightened it around my waist.

"You look hot in this." Leo threw, and I looked at him, just as I heard a click sound from the belt. I looked back down and saw that Carla put a lock in the belt, locking me up in it.

"Hey! You promised you won't lock it! Open the lock now!" I started to panic as she stood up and started walking over to Leo.

"Chill out. I just don't want you to steal Leo from me." She claimed, "Besides, I'll never find the key now, I'll remember where it is in the morning and unlock you."

I stayed there, standing speechless as Carla took Leo by the hand and led him to her room. My head hurt, and I was tired. All I wanted to do is go to bed. She said she would unlock me in the morning, and except for a minute ago, she never gave me a reason to not trust her word. I decided to go to bed and deal with her in the morning.

I went straight to bed and was ready to sleep, but the loud noises coming from Carla's room kept me up and turned me on. I tried to touch myself, but the belt did not allow to insert a finger, or even rub the outside. I was laying there for an hour or so, hot, tired and frustrated, until I finally fell asleep.

Part 2 – The Ultimatum

I opened my eyes to what seemed like late afternoon. I stayed in bed for what was probably an hour, confronting the worst hangover of my life, and trying to remember anything from last night. It was all a big blur. I had a hard time remembering what happened after the first round for shots. I've never drank that much and didn't know what to do with myself. At last, I raised myself for sitting and sat there, staring at the wall for a few more minutes before I noticed that my panties were really tight. I looked down and to my shock I saw the chastity belt. 'What the fuck?' I thought and tried to remove the alien cloth off my body. The belt wouldn't move. I tried to pull the lock, twist the base of the padlock and anything else that might remove the belt. All in vain.

I got up too quickly, and immediately had black spots in my vision and felt dizzy. I sat back down and waited for everything to pass. After what felt like forever, I stood up again and headed to the kitchen and started to gulp as much water as I could. While drinking, I started remembering things from last night. I remembered playing poker, I remember playing Truth or Dare at some point, and I remember being almost naked in front of other almost-naked strangers. I felt so ashamed, and just hoped I didn't do anything I'll regret for the rest of my life.

I walked to the living room, which was a mess. The table was still full of poker chips and cards, there was an empty bottle of vodka laying on its center. Claire was still sleeping on the couch with only her bra and panties and looked as messy as I felt, and I saw what seemed like dry vomit in a couple of places around the room. Then I remembered – Carla locked me in the chastity belt! Right after she promised she won't! I was furious as I walked straight to her room and barged in. She was sitting next to her desk, focused on her phone. Then she looked up at me, annoyed by the intrusion.

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"Carla, what the fuck?" I spitted and pointed on the belt.

"It really fits you." She answered calmly, to my annoy.

"It's not funny! Take it off right now!" I had zero patience for her arrogance, but she didn't seem to be impressed by my aggressiveness.

"Shhh..." she put her phone up and got up, "You'll wake Claire" she said casually and walked my way. She reached where I was standing and stood right in front of me, towering me with about 30cm, making me feel small and much less threatening. "I'd remove the belt if and when I'd like to." She stated quietly, draining my confidence with her tall body and elegant posture. Not mentioning her cold blue eyes, looking down on me.

She knew I couldn't do anything against her. She was way stronger the I was, and she knew I wouldn't tell anyone about the belt. She held all the cards.

"Please," I realized I had no other way, "Please take it off. I really need to pee."

"That's more like it." she said, satisfied, "As I said, the belt stays on until I decide otherwise. You can pee and poop with it, it has a hole in the back, and some little holes right here." She said as she sent her hand to my crotch and moved her against the front of the belt. I was a little turned on by her touching my private area, not mentioning her beautiful and natural D-cup breasts almost in my face, only in a black lace bra, probably still from last night. I could smell sweat on it, and a general scent of sex in the room.

"Just clean the belt with the Bidet after you pee." she advised when she saw I wasn't going to protest. "You can touch them." she suggested after I stared at her breasts for too long. I immediately looked away and blushed. She had an amazing body. I had a nice one too. Not fat, but full in the right places, B-cups and brunette curly hair. Not a match to her body, but I was satisfied with my own.

I turned around and walked to the bathroom, defeated and embarrassed. I explored the belt with my fingers, noticing there were indeed little holes in the front and a big one in the back. I sat on the toilet and peed through the holes, feeling disabled. After that I got into the shower. The belt was really getting in the way. I couldn't touch any part of my crotch, and I was really horny. I played a little with my nipples instead, which only made me hornier. After I got out, I walked to my room. I already missed most of my classes for the day, so I just stayed in my room and tried doing homework, which was really hard with that horrible hangover and my ever-growing horniness and frustration.

At about 23:00, after some hours in which I did almost nothing, I heard Carla coming back to the apartment (no idea where she was coming back from). I went out my room to beg Carla to remove the belt, and as soon as she saw me she greeted me with a sharp "No".

"Please, Carla. I can't wear it anymore!" I still begged.

"I thought about it," she said, "and I will let you out in one condition." I almost jumped with excitement, but contained myself and asked carefully, "And what might that condition be?"

"You'll be my slave." She said decisively, "You'll do exactly as I say. That means you'll be my property. I'll decide what you wear, what you eat, where you sleep and who you fuck." I stared at her, waiting for her to laugh and tell me it's a joke.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked nervously when she didn't.

"I'm serious." Her facial expression confirmed her words, "Either that, or you'd be locked in the belt for good." I couldn't bare the thought of not touching myself, but the alternative seemed worse.

"Forget it." I said rebelliously, waked away to my room and shut the door behind me.

I tried to get the damned belt off for a couple of hours, but to no avail. I couldn't even slip a pen inside. All I could do is lay on my bed and think about masturbation.

Part 3 – Giving In

The next couple of days went as usual, except for the belt that tormented and distracting me constantly. I considered going to a locksmith to remove it, but definitely didn't have the guts to show the belt to a stranger. The more I thought about it, the more seriously I was considering to be Carla's slave. Until I've given up.

I knocked on Carla's bedroom door on Friday's evening. She opened it with a wide smile, as she knew what I was going to say. She was dressed for a night out, in a short and sexy black dress which reached her mid-thigh and hugged her shaped body tightly. She had high heels, which made her almost abnormally high, but still in a sexy manner. She always radiated confidence and control, scaring off most people but inviting the right ones in. Her face was also amazing, with her naturally separated eyebrows, deep purple lipstick and perfect long eyelashes which made everyone look at her beautiful blue eyes. That is, for most people, until she made eye contact.

"Well?" she asked impatiently after I stared at her face for a few seconds.

"I'll do it." I almost whispered.

"You'll do what?" she decided to torture me.

"I'll be your slave. Please take this thing off." I said in a shaking voice, looking down the whole while.

"I knew you'd be," she rejoiced, "come in." I walked in, my heart pounding fast.

"Take your cloth off and lay on the bed." She ordered. She already saw me naked several times before, and I was really excited to get rid of the belt, so I took off my pajama pants and top and sat on the bed.

"The bra too." she demanded as she took out her phone and opened the camera.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Making insurance." She explained calmly, "I'll have pictures of you that you wouldn't want to go out. That'll make you obey me. Take your bra off and lay on your side so the belt and your boobs will be visible. Put a middle finger in your asshole, smile and wink." I figured I had no choice at that point and being naked in front of her made me oddly hot. I unclasped my bra from behind, laid on my side and put my middle finger in front of my virgin asshole. I never did anything like that with my asshole, but I figured a finger wouldn't be too bad. I then inserted it slowly. It didn't hurt at all. I was naked in front of my hot roommate in her room, with her ex's chastity belt and with my finger in my own ass. My pussy went crazy and begged me to touch it. I've never been more aroused, and I couldn't do anything about it but wait.

I forced myself to smile and closed one eye in a constant wink as she raised her phone, exactly as I was told. I felt like a slut as she took some pictures. Then she shot a video and made me say "I, Paige Stinson, am Carla Freed's dirty slut, and I'll do whatever she wants me to do because I like being her disgraced pet." The words only made me hornier and more frustrated. I did feel like her slut.

"Good job, my little slut." I got even more aroused when she called me that. "We're going out tonight. We have to do something about that virginity of yours. Go dress up and I'll come in a few minutes to make sure you look slutty enough. Meanwhile, I'm going to backup these evidences to several places, including my cloud, so don't think of trying to take my phone." Damn. I did hope I could get her phone and delete them. I knew she wouldn't take the belt off before she backed up, so I went back to my room.

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