Obnoxious Housemate 4 - Pub Night
copyright 2007 Clevernick
Part 4 - Pub Night
Alarm went off at 7.45 and I snoozed it. Around 8 I realized it was time to get moving, for Lynn as well as me. It was Friday, and we were both close to late for work. She was still snoring lightly beside me, arms still lightly bound behind her. My hand wasn’t inside her any more, but it was between her legs and holding one butt cheek. I woke her up with a squeeze and goose, put my bathrobe on, and realizing that the others would be gone by now, walked her out by her chain, naked to the bathroom again, just for practice. We both used the toilet. Then I turned on the shower and invited her in. I just left her bound and watching, washed myself first, then her hair and finally her body, top to bottom. Not surprisingly, we were both a bit randy by the time this was all done. I touched her pussy and she flinched involuntarily, and I realized she was sore from all the sex, plus that four-fingers thing for half the night. So I used the shower hose to clean out her ass, lubed her up with some hair conditioner, and bent her over, holding her by the hair, for some slippery butt sex. She seemed to enjoy it more than usual, pressing her butt back against me in evident need for more. Her cheeks kept slipping out of my hands, but I eventually got them open and worked my way in. I would swear she squeaked as I finally came, and I’m not sure which end of her was squeaking.…
We washed off again, and then I freed her arms so she could dry herself. She seemed a bit disappointed I hadn’t dried her off in chains too, but it was definitely time to go now. I was only 15 minutes late for work.
Nothing much to say about the work day except it was Friday. At dinner I ate quickly, and interrupted Lynn’s last bites with a “candyfloss” command. She came over and sat beside me, looking expectant, and without touching her I whispered in her ear “Meet me in my room in five minutes.” Then I went upstairs leaving Richard to clean up.
Sure enough, Lynn was there in five minutes, and before I could say anything, she was nude. She learns well, this one. Well, I had actually just wanted to talk to her alone, but she was naked and I had got her expectations up, so I told her to kneel at my feet. I quickly opened my pants, slapped her tits a few times with my dick to work up an erection, then her cheeks, then shoved it quickly as far down her throat as possible, holding myself there, hands behind her head, for a few seconds at a time before pumping out and then in again. I was impressed that she was able this time to handle both the breath control and the gag reflex. I suspected she’d been practicing in her spare time. This sex was outside our agreed time, but again she didn’t seem to mind. I gave her a full day’s worth of my spunk in her throat – but she didn’t swallow fast enough. I ordered her to lick me clean, as well as the dollops that had dropped from her chin down onto her tits and lap. She did all this obediently, without hesitation, possibly even with pleasure.
I was pondering whether her new attentiveness and obedience was due to the great orgasms she’d been having. Without planning it, I realized that last night and today I hadn’t brought her to climax at all, or even tried to, and wondered if she’d get crabby or stop playing along as willingly if this continued. I made a little note to keep using her for my own pleasure only, just to see.
I sat her down beside me to talk. “Lynn, you’re a good little slave, but it’s Friday and on Friday night I have to make my usual futile attempt to go out to a bar and pick someone up. Who knows, it might even work this time. So you’re on your own tonight. If you go out too, that’s ok, but you can’t bring anyone home. I guess you can’t anyway, unless Betty’s a much more accommodating roommate than I thought. But you can’t sleep in here, on the off chance I actually get lucky. Understood?”
She put up a finger, got up and grabbed the notebook and pen she’d used last night, and waited for my permission to write something. I was curious and nodded. She wrote “TAKE ME ALONG. I’LL HELP YOU BRING SOMEONE BACK.” This was not what I expected to see. I wondered if she was for real. I thought of how the evening might go. Even if she did succeed in helping me with a pickup, what would I do with her afterward?
“You will just go back to your room while I fuck someone better-looking, that you helped me pick up?” I wondered aloud, phrasing it deliberately harshly. “AS MY MASTER WISHES”, she wrote. “BUT I WILL STAY AND HELP IF YOU PREFER.” Really. If this were one of those Penthouse letters, I’d stop believing it at this point. “You like women too?” I asked. “NO, BUT I WILL DO AS YOU SAY.”
I was really starting to wonder what was going on. How had she gone so quickly from scary bitch to slavish slut? Why was she calling me “Master”? It was logical, but I wouldn’t expect it to come willingly from anyone. I certainly hadn’t trained her that thoroughly, nor did I think it was possible in such a short time. I was still unsure she’d go through with this, so I tried to scare her off. “Do you think your parents would approve of your slut ways?” I asked sternly. She reddened, then turned back to the first page of the notebook, where I’d stapled in her original vow I’d forced her to make in writing, to come to me for sex and discipline, in the names of her religion and her family. Clever – she could now use her religion to rationalize anything at all, so long as I commanded it. I got an uneasy feeling she was smarter than me, though. I’d never thought of this justification, even though I’d made her write it.
Finally I pulled my trump card. “You realize that if I find someone I like, I’ll be paying her all the attention, and ignoring you.” “THAT’S PART OF MY SERVICE, MASTER”, she wrote, and to emphasize it, she took my nearest hand and stroked her still-unused pussy with it, to show that she was wet even at this thought. Which she was. I guessed it was a kind of harmless degradation, and she did seem to like that.
I couldn’t think of any further objections, so we went to the pub together. She wore a nice black strapped top and her blue skirt, panty free of course, plus a leather collar she seemed to have picked up on her own. She did her makeup a little bit darker and more alluring than usual, which I guessed was normal for an evening out. She had also convinced me to bring along my own leather collar and chain, the one I’d used on her before, hidden in a pocket. I didn’t think this would work, but she seemed confident, and she knew how girls in pubs thought better than I did. I’d never actually managed to bring one home before, so I had nothing to lose by trying it her way. Before we entered the pub, she put a chain on her collar, and handed the other end to me. This girl was full of surprises tonight.
The pub was noisy and moderately crowded, mostly with college students like us. Many were from our university, in another city. This place was a chosen away-from-home gathering for students working here. Lynn walked in first and we both went to the bar together. Nobody seemed to notice that Lynn was on my leash. I ordered us both gin-tonics. We stood together at the bar and she discreetly pointed out a girl she thought I’d like. I didn’t, though. Then I pointed out someone I did like, and she shook her head. I frowned. She took the notepad out of her purse, was about to explain, but I told her “while we’re here in the pub, you may speak to me, with the due respect.” She put her mouth to my ear, gratefully, and explained “Sorry, Master. She’s here with a boyfriend.” I wondered how she knew, then realized she would probably know several people there I didn’t.
I watched the crowd for a while, and then pointed with my chin at a pretty redhead in a group of four girls, at a table. She nodded, and asked me, very respectfully, if she could borrow my end of her chain. I handed it to her and she walked over to the table, interrupted the conversation, and said something to the redhead. The redhead laughed, and came over to join us. Lynn handed her leash back to me and told the girl, “My Master has chosen you.” The redhead laughed and waited for me to speak.
I was embarrassed and felt just about how you would in this position – like this was a test and I was about to be found wanting. Since Lynn had played up the leash and collar thing, and the “Master” thing, I put aside my growing desire for the redhead and tried to speak to her in a Dominant kind of voice.
“What is your name, girl?”
She laughed, turned to Lynn, and said “He doesn’t seem like much. Are you sure?” Lynn put on a shiver, said “Unbelievably good. Just you wait.” I straightened my posture, lowered and harshened my voice a bit, and said warningly “I’m waiting.”
“Robin”, said the redhead.
“You have been selected, Robin. Will you wear my collar tonight?”
“Well, I’m not all that into bondage, and I don’t really like having another girl around either”, Robin objected.
“I can be gentle, and we can be alone”, I replied.
Robin laughed lightly, said “no thanks”, and walked back to join her friends. They all burst out into laughter as she returned and made some remark. I wilted.
I sat back and nursed my drink, not really surprised at the rejection, but it hurt as much as always. After a while, I recovered enough to ask Lynn what I’d done wrong. “Master, you gave in. She came expecting to be controlled, but you let her set the rules.”
I actually got a boost in confidence from this explanation. It wasn’t me; it was just my poor understanding of the rules of the game. I could fix that, I thought.
I ordered us two more drinks and spent a little time coaching myself to treat all girls as I was treating Lynn—like they were already my devoted slaves. I scanned the bar and tried out this thought on each girl that appealed to me. When I thought I was ready, I pointed out a wide-eyed brunette with a pageboy cut, sitting at a table with two other girls. She wore a purple strapless dress, bare-shouldered, but it was simple and casual, made of a simple cheap fabric. She showed little cleavage, but promisingly-shaped, largish breasts held the dress up.
Lynn nodded, requested her leash back again, and went over to proposition Wide-eyes. They talked for a few minutes, and then sure enough, she came over, with a crooked smile. Lynn handed the leash back to me, and looked proudly back at me. Wide-eyes looked at me and asked “So what’s this I hear about incredible sex?”
I took the extra collar and leash out of my pocket, offered it to her, and said, “Only one way to find out.” She must have been intrigued, because she said “I’ll get my coat”. She walked back to her friends, talked briefly, took her coat, and came back. Then she stopped and asked me “I won’t have to share you with this girl, will I, or do any girl-girl stuff?”
I thought hard to myself that she was just like Lynn, being contrary to get extra attention, and responded accordingly. “You will do as I please, when I please.” She shivered, and tried to take the collar, but I pulled it back a bit, and said “Lynn, tell her the rules first.”
“You never speak without permission, which is almost never”, said Lynn. “He owns your body. He owns your clothes. You do what you’re told, or it gets worse.”
“Don’t I get a safe word, or something?” she asked. I glanced at Lynn, and she made the tiniest of nods. I said, “Lynn here doesn’t have one, but just for you, just for tonight, you will have a safeword. At a price.”
“What’s the price?”
“It’s a permanent one”, I said. “The safeword is ‘Spoilsport’. If you use the safeword, I pack you up, kiss you and send you home, and you never get to find out how the rest of the weekend would have gone.”
“Sold”, said Wide-eyes. She pointed a finger at the leather collar, and I buckled it around her neck myself. She smelled good. I wondered what I was getting into. But I was taking home the prettiest girl in the bar, on a leash. That couldn’t be bad, right?
I walked both girls out of the bar, each on a leash, and this time I did get some looks on the way out. I expected jealous looks from the guys, but saw even more from the other girls. Hmmm…
Since we were students on intern jobs, we took the bus home. As we waited for the bus, I started questioning Wide-eyes, who I had to learn to think of as my new slave, before she realized what a softie I really was. It was much harder to be dominant with an attractive stranger than with an obnoxious housemate. I turned to her and said “You may speak to answer questions, until we get home. Lynn, you may not.” Lynn nodded, and the new girl giggled.
“Your name?” I intoned.
“Sarah”, she said easily, and giggled again.
“Listen. I will say this only once with words. You are not to laugh without permission from now on. I will ask questions now, and perhaps give orders, until we get home. The questions will get increasingly personal, until you don’t wish to answer, but you will. And you will address me as Sir, with every answer. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded quite serious, but I could tell there was a giggle being suppressed. I hoped that I could get her feeling more serious shortly – I wasn’t sure I could handle two giggly girls with just a leash and a few threats. The bus came, and we took four seats facing each other. Lynn and Sarah sat beside each other, and I faced them, in front of Sarah. I continued the third degree, since there wasn’t much else I could do on the bus ride.
“Full name?”
“Sarah Jean Carter”
“I didn’t hear you properly.”
“Sarah Jean Carter, sir”
“City your parents live in?”
“Edmonton, sir”
“Age?”
“21, sir”
“Height?”
“5 foot 6, sir”
“Bra size?”
“35C, sir”
“Age you first had sex?”
Now she looked like she was getting uncomfortable. “14, sir”
“Age you first enjoyed it?”
“17, sir”
“Age you first had anal sex?”
She looked quite uncomfortable. “Never, sir”
I let the implication of that hang in the air for a bit, and then continued.
“Number of men you’ve had sex with?”
She thought a moment. “Six, sir”
“Number of those who could make you climax reliably?”
This time she nearly laughed. “Maybe one, sometimes, sir”
“Type of birth control you’re using?”
“The pill, sir”
“What kind of stockings are you wearing?”
“Stay-ups, sir.” Ooh, I liked Sarah.
“Good. Color panties you’re wearing?”
“Black, sir”
“Black cotton old ones you’d rather not be seen in, or black silk new ones you were hoping would be noticed?”
“The nice kind, sir”
“You’ll answer the question more fully.”
“Black silk new ones I hope will be noticed, sir.”
“Take them off now and hand them to me.” I said, in exactly the same tone of voice as before.
Her eyes got even wider. She glanced at Lynn, who looked sympathetic and said nothing. She looked around the bus, didn’t see anyone watching, and slipped her panties down her legs under the strapless dress, pulled them off her foot, and handed them to me down below the seats. I was going to like Sarah. I reached down and took them, stroking her palm deliberately at the same time. Then I looked at the black silk, nodded in appreciation and looked at her approvingly, and stuffed them into my shirt pocket, with just a little bit showing, like a hanky.
“Give me your left foot.”
“Yes, sir.” She brought one foot up and laid it in my lap. She was wearing good shoes, and stay-ups, which I could see now, lacy-ringed around her thigh. I could see most of the way up, and I’m sure could have seen more by moving her foot around, but there would be time for that soon. I wanted her feeling vulnerable, not peeped at. I approved of stay-ups, so I didn’t take them off her. I just gently massaged the top of her foot for a bit, then asked for the other one.
While I massaged her right foot, I wondered if I could do the panties trick on her bra too. I asked, “Is that a strapless bra you’re wearing?”
“I’m not wearing a bra, sir.”
“You mean your breasts are that firm on their own?” They were holding up her dress, and yet looked completely supported.
“Yes, sir”, she said, with a touch of pride.
“Prove it. Make one nipple stand up, so I can see it through the dress. Be discreet.”
This didn’t bother her as much as I would have thought. I kept massaging Sarah’s right foot, as she turned away from the rest of the bus, and stroked one breast, rubbing the nipple in circles for a bit until it poked out the fabric. I didn’t admit it, but I was not only erect, I was starting to breathe a little heavily already. Also, as she turned her body away from her right foot, I could now easily see all the way up her dress. It wasn’t just her panties she’d hoped might be seen. She was shaved entirely bald below. She must have been aware she was flashing me, too, but she didn’t stop. On the contrary, as she continued massaging her nipple, her right foot was casually brushing the growing bulge in my trousers, though I couldn’t be certain she was doing it deliberately. I wasn’t certain she wasn’t, either.
If the bus ride had gone on any longer, I might have had to comment on this, but our stop came and we got off. As we walked up the road to our house, her leash in my hand, more than slightly aroused, I swallowed my own nervousness and told her, “Sarah Jean Carter, from the time you enter the house, the rules are in full effect. You don’t speak. You follow all orders. You accept punishments for failing to follow orders. There are others asleep, so you’ll be silent. We’ll stop at the kitchen and the bathroom before heading to my room. Drink what you want in the kitchen. Do what you need to in the bathroom. My room is a clothing-free zone. You, or I, will remove all your clothes within 60 seconds of entry, and you’ll turn them over to me.” I glanced at Lynn. “You will have 60 seconds also, this time only.” Lynn nodded solemnly. Back to Sarah. “Your stockings get a special exception – they may stay. I get a special exception too, of course. I may wear clothing when I wish. All understood?”
“Y-yes, sir”, Sarah said, shivering a bit. It was a little cold, and her panties were gone. Maybe that was why.
