I heard the doorbell ring. My roommates friend had just arrived. A few minutes later someone knocked at my door: If you want something too, just come over to the kitchen. A big smile appeared on my face: Free food. Hopefully something eatable, she wasn’t the best cook on Earth…

So I headed over to the kitchen. Said hi to the female friend and sat down at the table. To my surprise there were only two plates and two glasses on the table. A few seconds later, the explanation came, in harsh the harsh commanding voice of my roommate: “What are you thinking? Your place is on the floor. Over there, were I put down a bowl. Down on all fours.”

I was perplex for a few seconds. Looked over to the friend. She signaled me to do as told. And I just did. Without thinking.

Then dinner was served. The two girls ate at the table, I ate on the floor. The were gossiping for a while. I tried to join in, but was signaled to be quiet. To be a good quiet boy and only speak when asked. I complied.

I ate the food and listened in on their conversation. And I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The friend started something: “He looks promising. Better than the others that were living here before him.”

The Roommate: “Yes he does. His mom did some great work in raising him. Taught him how to obey. But, it will take time to turn him into a real good boy.”

“Look at him, his face is turning red.”

“Cute, isn’t he. Now, boy, clean away the dishes. And get undressed before doing so.”

I was thinking. Or, I wasn’t thinking at all. No clue why I followed her orders. No clue why I dropped all cloths onto an empty chair next to them before starting putting the dishes away. And back then I had no clue why, but I got hard again. A big rock solid boner. Pointing straight away from me.

“Look at him, the pervert. Already hard again,” said the Roommate.

“He seems to enjoy himself,” said the friend.

The roommate: “Should we allow him to relieve himself?”

The friend: “No, better not. It makes them lazy. Less focused. And less obedient.”

Now my roommate, from now on I had to call her my mistress, ordered me to be a good boy and stop touching myself.

After that was clear, they made me, still naked, serve them drinks through the evening. And they ordered me to play with my dick when my erection dropped down. I had to do it as long as the wanted. And no, cumming was not allowed. So I spend my whole night edging and serving. I somehow enjoyed myself while doing so. It somehow cleared my mind. And made me incredible horny. I was ready to fuck a hole in the wall.

The evening was coming to an end: I had to escort the friend to the door, help her dress up in her coat, open her the door – while still wearing nothing – and say goodbye. On her way out she whispered into my ear: “You are a good boy. We are going to have a nice time together.”

After that, it was time to sleep. I was already grabbing my clothes and headed towards my room. But mistress had different plans. She ordered me to put the clothes into my room and then immediately com over to her room. In there, she made me lay down on her bed, still naked and then she but some straps around my arms, around my legs and fixed me in a way so that I wasn’t able to move much except my head.

When I turned my face around to look at my mistress I – for the at least tenth time this day – couldn’t believe my eyes. She was laying of her clothes. Still with all lights own. What a damn beautiful curvy body she had. And yes, was hard. And horny. It drove my mind crazy. She drove my mind crazy.

After she was done undressing, she jumped on the bed next to me. She was looking at my rock hard dick, said something like pervert, took out her phone and took a picture of it. For her friends, she said. After she was done, she turned of the light, cuddled herself next to me, pulled a big blanked over us two, used my chest as a pillow and then she fell asleep. Before that, she just said: “Good night you good boy. Sleep well.”

I, on my side, was far, far away from sleep. My mind was raging. My cock too. Relieve it somehow. But the binds did a good job. My arms and legs were trapped, and I wasn’t able to turn myself around. So I gently, I didn’t want to wake her up again, tried to fuck the blanket, but it was a waste of time. It did nothing for me. So I was just laying there, my mind someplace else, desperately trying to think about something else to calm me down. And after an hour, or two I managed to fall asleep. Not my best night of sleep, but well better than nothing.

When I woke up, my mistress was already gone. She has left for work. And she was kind enough to untie my binds while I was asleep. But she wrote a letter for me, put it on the bedside table, stating the following: Don’t dare too touch yourself. Clean the windows. I’ll be back in the late afternoon. Signed with your mistress.

I decided to turn around one more time, to sleep a little bit more. But my raging hard morning wood kept me from doing so. And the urge to beat the fucker down was incredible, but I resisted. I got out of bed. Under an ice cold shower. Then I had to leave to the university. I had some classes to attend. And to hide my damn boner. The girls were really, really hot that day. But this is a story for another day.