hmnchair69
05-12-2009, 4:38 PM
It all started in September. My best friend, Jeremy, and I were seniors and were ready to have a blast. This all changed when he got a new girlfriend the first week of school, a junior named Lauren, who was absolutely gorgeous, despite her bratty and superficial personality. She had long, dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes, subtle curves, and a tight, round butt shaped from three years of varsity soccer, basketball, and track. Even though she was eighteen, she could have passed as a twenty-five year old. I befriended her in the ensuing weeks, but even as we grew closer, I began seeing less and less of Jeremy, until by October, I only saw him on our daily walks from school. One day after school, Jeremy and I were about to walk away, when suddenly, Lauren called him back.
“Jeremy babe, my shoe is untied again! Come back here and double knot it this time,” she said softly. I expected Jeremy to keep walking, but instead I turned around to see him kneeling at Lauren’s feet, tying her shoes with the utmost care and precision. When he was done she simply patted him on the head and bounded off to soccer practice. I stared at Jeremy in disgust of how whipped he truly was. Wordlessly, he walked away seemingly embarrassed. I decided to confront Lauren about it that night, so I went to her house at 6:30, I rang the door bell and she opened it up.
“Hey there Davey! Come on in, I’m sooooo tired from soccer, coach made us run like four miles,” she said seductively. I was speechless, staring at her as she must have changed once she got home and now wore only booty shorts and a white tanktop.
“I uh I wanted to talk to you about Jeremy” I said in an unintentionally apologetic voice, “He’s your boyfriend and you’re treating him like he’s your servant” She looked up and stared right into my eyes, I stood transfixed, unable to speak, move, or even look away from the deep blue pupils.
“You’re absolutely right, he is my boyfriend…you should be my servant!” She said as she picked up a dirty, sweaty piece of underwear from her bedroom floor, “Open wide Davey, you’ve gotta learn to be quiet” I opened my mouth, and she shoved it in my mouth, quickly taping it shut. I gagged as the sweat seeped onto my tongue and the putrid taste filled my mouth.
“Oh shut up, I need you to be quiet so I can tell you what is required of you,” she said casually, “You will address me as mistress, you are going to wear panties at all times, you will carry all of my books from class to class, and of course do my homework. Oh yea, and tie my shoes. Do I make myself clear?” I wanted to shout no at the top of my lungs, but for some reason I just nodded my head. “You will also address my friends as mistress and Jeremy as master. I expect you to do whatever the fuck we want whenever we want. Alrighty?”
Once again I nodded, this time I was close to tears. She finally allowed me to take her panties out of my mouth, and I gasped for breath. I then quickly stripped and put on the pink panties she had put out for me, then put on the rest of my clothes. Before I left her house she wrote on my back ‘bitchboy’ and then handed me her math homework and reminded me to show my work. I didn’t want to do any of this, but somehow, I felt I had no choice in the matter.
part 1 reply if you want a part two!
“Jeremy babe, my shoe is untied again! Come back here and double knot it this time,” she said softly. I expected Jeremy to keep walking, but instead I turned around to see him kneeling at Lauren’s feet, tying her shoes with the utmost care and precision. When he was done she simply patted him on the head and bounded off to soccer practice. I stared at Jeremy in disgust of how whipped he truly was. Wordlessly, he walked away seemingly embarrassed. I decided to confront Lauren about it that night, so I went to her house at 6:30, I rang the door bell and she opened it up.
“Hey there Davey! Come on in, I’m sooooo tired from soccer, coach made us run like four miles,” she said seductively. I was speechless, staring at her as she must have changed once she got home and now wore only booty shorts and a white tanktop.
“I uh I wanted to talk to you about Jeremy” I said in an unintentionally apologetic voice, “He’s your boyfriend and you’re treating him like he’s your servant” She looked up and stared right into my eyes, I stood transfixed, unable to speak, move, or even look away from the deep blue pupils.
“You’re absolutely right, he is my boyfriend…you should be my servant!” She said as she picked up a dirty, sweaty piece of underwear from her bedroom floor, “Open wide Davey, you’ve gotta learn to be quiet” I opened my mouth, and she shoved it in my mouth, quickly taping it shut. I gagged as the sweat seeped onto my tongue and the putrid taste filled my mouth.
“Oh shut up, I need you to be quiet so I can tell you what is required of you,” she said casually, “You will address me as mistress, you are going to wear panties at all times, you will carry all of my books from class to class, and of course do my homework. Oh yea, and tie my shoes. Do I make myself clear?” I wanted to shout no at the top of my lungs, but for some reason I just nodded my head. “You will also address my friends as mistress and Jeremy as master. I expect you to do whatever the fuck we want whenever we want. Alrighty?”
Once again I nodded, this time I was close to tears. She finally allowed me to take her panties out of my mouth, and I gasped for breath. I then quickly stripped and put on the pink panties she had put out for me, then put on the rest of my clothes. Before I left her house she wrote on my back ‘bitchboy’ and then handed me her math homework and reminded me to show my work. I didn’t want to do any of this, but somehow, I felt I had no choice in the matter.
part 1 reply if you want a part two!