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It all started when Kara put an ad on the paper: roommate needed. There were no particular requirements, no big asks- just someone her age, who was clean enough and didn’t smoke.
She accepted one of the applicants, and when the woman came in she didn’t seem to be able to tear her eyes away from Kara’s crotch. Getting her out of her clothes was the easiest thing Kara’s ever done, and the girl was more than eager to kiss her cock and swallow her cum.
And now, people can’t seem to stop commenting about her demeanor. You seem more relaxed, you seem more confident. Andrea keeps praising her on her work, and the last time she’d met up with Alex and her girlfriend Kelly for lunch the psychologist had said that she was radiant.
Kara smirks, taps her oxfords on Lena’s ass and back where they’re resting. It’s all thanks to this desperate woman. She shoves her asscheek with her shoe roughly, hand already unclapsing her own belt. “Get up, cum dump. Warm my cock.”
The whore rises to her knees, hair a mess and cheeks ablaze. She clasps her hands behind her back and opens her mouth, waiting with her eyes closed. Kara’s limp cock stirs to life at the sight. She takes it in her hand and slaps it against the flat of Lena’s tongue, then takes her by the back of her head and shoves her cock in her throat.
Lena chokes at first, but then settles, her throat working around Kara’s cock as she kneels still and quiet. Kara crunches on her popcorn, lifting her legs so they rest on the coffee table either side of Lena and slumping down comfortably on the couch, her cock warm and comfortable.
The romcom ends with a wedding, and the credits roll. Kara pulls Lena off her dick with a fistful of hair, looking down at her thoughtfully as she pants.
“Tell me what you dream about,” Kara says, “when you try to touch your little clit through the lock at night.”
Lena stills completely, hesitant as her eyes run over Kara for any sign of displeasure. “I’m sorry Daddy.”
Kara sighs, and slaps her lightly across the cheek. “It’s okay, i know whores can’t help themselves. That’s why i lock up your little holes. Now, tell me what you fantasize about.”
“I think about you kissing my clit,” Lena admits.
Kara hums. “What else?”
“I think about you eating me out until i cum. And kissing me, on my lips.”
Kara lands a sharper, open palmed smack to Lena’s cheek. Lena gasps, but despite the pain, her eyes roll back in her head tellingly.
“You’re the cum dumpster,” Kara hisses, slapping her again. Her head jolts, but Kara’s hand tangles in her hair to keep her still. “You service me, you take my cock,” With each sentence, Kara slaps her across the opposite cheek. “Your mouthhole is for my cum. Your cunthole is for my cum. Your asshole is for my cum.”
Kara leans down, squeezing Lena’s jaw in her hand so she can hiss in her face. “Your clit isn’t a hole, so it’s got no use. Understand?”
“Yes Daddy,” Lena moans, her cheeks red, twitching in arousal. “Sorry, i’ll be a good cumhole Daddy.”
“You better be,” Kara growled. “Bad cumholes get punished. Go to your bitching stand.”
Lena crawls over to the coffee table and climbs on top, wrapping her arms and legs around it. Her heart beats a nervous staccato as Kara ties her arms and legs together, spreading her thighs wide open to an uncomfortable degree. She turns on the camera, an ever-present presence that never fails to humiliate Lena.
Once she’s done she stands behind her, unlocking her shield and pressing a plug against her asshole. “Relax,” she orders, bringing her palm down in a sharp smack that has Lena yelling out. She forcibly relaxes until Kara can push the tip in, stretching her out around it painfully until her asshole takes the broadest part and then the rest.
It must be one of the bigger plugs, this time. The glass of the coffee table fogs up as Lena pants, filled to the brim and helpless. Kara taps the plug once to hear her cry out and locks the shield again.
“Now,” She says, disappearing into another room and coming back with her arms full. “We need to train bad habits out of you.”
She drags a table in front of Lena’s face and puts down her belt; a long, intimidating cane; a wide paddle; and a crop. She trails a slow finger over each one, humming. “What should i use?”
Lena must’ve winced too hard as Kara’s finger landed on the cane. She picks it up, snapping it in her hand. Lena buries her red face in the surface of the coffee table and whimpers, pleading into it. “Daddy, no please—“
Kara grabs her hair with her free hand and forces her head up. “You don’t tell me what to do.” Kara rounds the table and taps her bum cheeks with the cane, runs it teasingly over the roundness of her cheeks. “Tell me what you fantasize about again.”
“You kissing my clit,” Lena repeats tentatively, and there was a loud swishing noise as the cane cracked against her ass. Lena screamed, legs flexing around the table with nowhere to go. A red hot sting bloomed across her flesh, throbbing in tune with her ass around the plug.
“Continue,” Kara ordered. She placed a large, commanding hand on Lena’s back and Lena stilled, shuddering as she pursed her lips shut. The cane came down anyways, so violent the breath left Lena’s lungs and a bright red bruise formed instantly.
“Eating me out,” Lena gave in, bracing herself for another hit and trembling in anticipation. Kara pulled her arm back and the cane snapped through the air, fierce and loud. Lena cried out, shivering against the table as tears leaked out of her eyes, and her juices ran down her chastity belt.
“Continue.”
“Making me cum,” Lena whispered, her asshole stretching around the plug with every deep, shaky breath she took. The cane came down again, and Lena broke down, sobbing into the table. “Daddy please,” she wept. “Please i’ll be a good cumwhore Daddy. Please please i’ll be good—“
The cane came down again, cutting her short. “Continue,” Kara hissed.
Lena braced herself, her thighs aching and her butt burning obscenly. “Kissing me,” She finished, and the cane came down over and over in an unpracticed rhythm. Lena bucked like a horse, her throat sore with her warbling screams and her cheeks wet with her tears, but the pain did not stop her cunt from dripping. “Bad little hole,” Kara scolded, running the long and thin, merciless piece of wood over her bruised cheeks. “What are you?”
“A cum dumpster!” Lena screeched. “Daddy’s cum dumpster! I’m a cum dumpster, please—“
“That’s right,” Kara cooed. “A cumwhore. Cockslut. Say it.”
“Daddy’s cumwhore. Daddy’s Cockslut. Your Cumhole, fucktoy, Daddy please!”
“Now that’s a good little hole. All it took was a little beating. I don’t know if the lesson has sunk in yet, though.”
“Your cumwhore,” Lena sobbed. “Your cumsock.” She abandoned words and began barking, yipping weakly.
Kara smirked, cutting the cane loudly through the air to watch her tremble, the fear bubbling up. Lena barked louder, a plea, as if to say please i’m a good doggy.
Kara struck her anyways. The crack was thunderous, and Lena bucked in her restrains as she sobbed. The cane whooshed and struck again, harder and harder each time, Lena squealing and sobbing until she had nothing left. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke and her cunt, which had ached all day, throbs in time with her ass.
“Now,” Kara said. “Tell me what you fantasize about.”
“Your cock,” Lena panted, slurring the words in her haste to get them out. “Your cum.”
Kara hummed. “What else.”
“Filling me up, cumming inside me. Being a good cumwhore.”
“Do good cumwhores cum?”
“No!” Lena shook her head vehemently. “No!”
“That’s right. Good cumwhore,” Kara cooed. She tossed the cane aside and unlocked the shield, tugging the plug out. She took her throbbing cock in her hand and entered her gaping asshole with one hard thrust, gasping as the hot walls wrapped around her thick meat in a snug hold.
Kara begins thrusting hard and fast, Lena crying out each time her hips smacked into her bruised ass. She lifts Lena’s head by a tight grip in her hair, revealing her teary eyes and pink cheeks to the camera. Her other hand leaves bruises on Lena’s hip, pounding into her and groaning when the tight walls pulse around her cock, putting it in a choke hold.
“Please cum in me,” Lena keened, dutiful, finally sure of her place. Kara pounds into her harder, pulling her up by the hair and jerking one last time. She stiffens, her cock throbbing as it empties pulses of cum inside Lena’s hole.
“This is what happens when you don’t understand your place,” Kara warns, grip going tighter. “You understand?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Clean me up,” Kara’s back covers the camera’s view as she towers over Lena, her cum dump licking her cock eagerly. She moans at the taste, sucking gently at the semi hard cock. She finishes with a kiss to Kara’s low hanging balls.
“Thank you Daddy.”
“Good whore,” Kara praises, sighing deeply and rubbing down her stomach, enjoying the warm sock’s work.
——
Lena’d been collared and leashed, and instructed to wait patiently for Kara’s return. She’s to bound up to the door on all fours as soon as she hears the door unlock, carrying the leash in her mouth and whining and barking around it. “If you’re a good dog maybe you’ll get to cum,” Kara had said.
There’s nothing to entertain her as she waits; the tv is off, she’s not allowed to use her phone or a laptop, or even sit anywhere but the floor, and always on her hands and knees like a good pet dog. Her cunt burns and flutters with the prospect of cumming.
Her mind free to wander, she thought back to the week before, Kara’s scathing, humiliating laughter as she humped the furniture like a rabid monkey, and Kara’s scornful belt that welted her ass until she behaved. And the cane- god, she never wanted it again.
She’ll beg for it today, without words. She’ll kiss and lick Kara’s feet, take her cum in all her holes, clean the whole apartment with her tongue, she’ll beg for her cum and cock like they’re the only thing that’s important in the world. Shs just needs another chance to cum.
Finally the door begins to unlock. Lena bites her leash, the taste of leather bitter against her tongue, and crawls to the front door, barking and yipping like a dog excited for her owner’s arrival.
But it’s not just Kara that walks through the door. There’s a man too- a 6 foot 3 hunk of a man, taking over most of the doorway, staring at her with wide eyes and a hanging jaw.
“Sit,” Kara ordered sharply before Lena could stand and run off to her room. “Don’t move.”
Lena whimpers, looking off to the hallway that leads to her room. Her fingers flex on the ground, preparing to lift herself up, but she makes the mistake of glancing back at Kara. The bulge in her pants, the gleaming stone of her eyes.
She obeys, kneeling with the leash in her mouth. Kara takes it in her hand and tugs. “This is my friend James. He wanted to meet my cockslut. How do you greet your master when she comes home?”
Lena looks up, confused, and follows her eyeline to Kara’s oxfords. She whimpers, a humiliated blush coloring her naked chest red, and bends over, pressing her lips to each foot.
“And how do we greet our guests?”
Lena whines, squeezing her legs shut. The chastity belt refuses any relief to her clit, and she bends over to kiss the man’s dirty sneakers, dripping out of her chastity belt and down her thighs.
“Shit, Kara,” the man croaks. “You were being serious.”
“Told you,” Kara smirks, smug. “Come on, doggy.” She pulls Lena by the leash to the coffee table. Lena scrambles after her, her ass burning under the man’s predatory eyes. Kara traps the leash around one of the table legs and orders Lena to, “Sit down.”
Lena does, stretching out and cushioning her chin on her hands. She waits as Kara takes out a beer pack from the kitchen, the two conversing about her as if she weren’t there.
“Everything you told me was real?” James asks, not bothering to lower his tone at all.
“Yeah,” Kara replied. “Believe me now?”
“Shit. Fuck. Yeah.”
They come back with the beer, and Kara unleashes her, snapping her fingers by her side with a sharp, “Come.”
Lena crawls after her shamefully, kneeling between her legs as she sits on the couch. Kara starts unbuckling her belt, then spares James a glance. “You mind?”
“No,” James says, sounding almost short of breath, the words spilling out of him eagerly. “No. Go ahead.”
Kara undoes her pants and pulls out her semi-hard cock. She rests her feet on the coffee table, each side of Lena’s body. “Get to work.”
Lena’s cunt leaks like never before, her juices running down her legs and leaving a wet spot on the floor. She holds her hands behind her back, curling her fingers together to resist rubbing herself desperately over the chastity belt, and takes Kara’s cock in her mouth.
“How does this work?” James asks, fascination clear in his voice. “She just does whatever you want?”
“She’s desperate for cock,” Kara shrugs. “Desperate for my cum.”
She pulls Lena off her cock, the slut’s moans escaping her lips now that they’re not filled. “What are you?”
“Your cum dumpster,” Lena whines, her eyes rolling back in her head as she rolled her hips against nothing. “Please. Your whore.”
“Good whore. Bring your bowl.”
Lena crawls back over to the coffee table, nudging the bowl with her head until it’s between Kara’s legs. She hears the man curse and Kara jerks her cock until heavy, endless cum splashed into the bowl.
“Slurp,” Kara orders, and Lena winces as if in pain. She avoids the man’s eyes at all cost and falls to her hands and knees, slurping loud and messy.
“Good doggy,” Kara says, and Lena can’t help the whine that comes out of her.
“Fuck,” Says James. He holds a hand over his own pants. “Can i...”
“No,” Kara says before be finishes his question. “Get your own cockwhore.”
“Where the hell am i gonna find one?” James groans.
“Do what i did,” Kara shrugs. “Put an ad on the paper for a new roommate and maybe she’ll try to suck your dick.”
“She really does this just because she loves dick?” James asks. “You haven’t like, drugged her or anything, right?”
“No,” Kara rolls her eyes. “Whore. What are you?”
“Cum dump,” Lena answers promptly, chin and cheeks stained with cum. “Cock slut.”
Kara smirks at her friend. They crack open their beers, turning on the tv. “This is the first day i met her,” Kara says.
Lena abandons the bowl and looks up. It’s a picture of her, face covered in cum and eyelashes sealed with cum. Kara had forced her to smile.
A sharp pain erupts from her back and Lena yelps. She falls to her forearms, face above the bowl. “Finish your dinner,” Kara growls, and Lena dips her head again, slurping the rest with a loud moan.
Kara flips through her album like it’s pornhub. One constant is Lena’s high, breathy moans, in contrast to the echoing sound of hips smacking against ass.
“I kept her tied to that table all night.” Kara says. “And the next day i had her humping the kitchen table’s leg. It’s the only way dogs are allowed to cum.”
Lena flushes at the memory, remembering the brief spark travelling from her clit up her spine as she had come close to an orgasm. She slurps louder, moaning into the food, barking and whining. She doesn’t care that the man is there- scratch that, she does, she really does, and her entire body flushes pink with shame. But she needs to show Kara that she’s good, she needs to cum.
“This is what happens when she’s a bad dog,” Kara says, smirk almost audible through her voice. The sound of the cane comes through the speakers and Lena whimpers in time with her video-self, licking the edges of the bowl until it’s spotless. She leaves her face in the bowl after she’s finished, waiting for her next order.
“This is what happens when you don’t understand your place,” video-Kara hisses at her. “Yes Daddy, no begging to cum Daddy,” video-Lena babbles pleadingly.
“Do you need your shoes cleaned?” Real-Kara asks out of the blue.
“Uh, sure,” James says, audibly confused. He starts taking them off until Kara stops him with a hand on his thick forearm.
“No, leave them on. I know a dirty rag that’ll clean them right up. Whore, come clean his shoes.”
Lena stiffens and whines into the smelly steel of her bowl. She gets up on shaky, trembling arms and legs, crawling until she’s in between the man’s huge legs. She doesn’t have to ask, she knows what Kara meant, and she’s so turned on, she needs to cum so bad, she barks and bends over, licking the dirt off his white sneakers.
“Fuck, you’re one lucky bastard.” James groans, sounding like he’s on the edge of bursting in his pants.
Kara plays him the rest of her video collection while Lena cleaned james’s shoes. He’d widen his stance, making her whimper as she followed his foot, the texture of his sneakers rough against her tongue. She was sure there was a pool of slick gathering in her chastity belt, and the carpet would have been a mess if she hadn’t been wearing it.
Eventually Kara snaps her fingers, calling her over. “You’ve been a really good toy,” She says, patting at Lena’s hair with a gentle hand. “You deserve to cum.”
Lena whimpers, feeling shaky with eagerness as Kara unlocks ber chastity belt. Just as she’d assumed, her cunt had leaked all over it, and Kara tosses it to the bowl where she’ll have to lick it clean afterwards.
“You can have five minutes and cum as many times as you want,” Kara says, leaning back on the couch. She gestures to her leg, and Lena blushes, avoiding James’s eyes as she crawls and wraps her arms around Kara’s leg. Her cunt brushes against her shoe, the fine leather the percect surface for her throbbing clint, and her hips begin to rock furiously, chasing her orgasms.
For five minutes the only sounds in the room are Lena’s moans and the wet, filthy sound of her cunt soaking Kara’s shoe as she cums. Her cunt weeps with the relief, and the swarm of unsatisfied arousal that had taken over her stomach finally quells. Her face squishes against Kara’s knee, leaving a trail of drool. “Thank you Daddy,” she babbles in between groans and toe curling shivers. “Thank you Daddy!”
“That’s enough,” Kara says, and for once Lena’s not tortured by it. She falls to her hands and knees, body still shaking in aftershocks, and licks Kara’s shoe clean, still whimpering her thanks.
”Say thank you to my friend too,” Kara orders, and Lena shuffles over eagerly, cunt still dripping as she kisses the man’s shoes.
Kara snaps her fingers, and Lena scurries back. “Are you gonna be a bad girl again?” Kara asks.
“No,” Lena replies, eyes cast down. “No Daddy i’ll be good. I’ll be so good Daddy.”
She falls mouth first to Kara’s shoe again, pressing worshipful kisses, and when Kara says, “Good, ‘cus you’re not coming again for another month,” She only whines into the leather and accepts her fate.
Kara leashes her back up and they show James to the front door, Lena kissing his now clean sneakers at Kara’s behest. She licks her belt clean and Kara locks it snug against her cunt, playing the brand new video of her cumwhore writhing on her shoe on the tv.
Kara points towards the bowl and Lena hides her face in the smelly steel, waiting for her next order.