I Loved Being Sexually
Dominated In College
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When I went to college, I rented a 2 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath
condo that I shared with a lesbian, and her bi girlfriend. Shauna and Dawn
were in one bedroom, and I was in the other bedroom.
I had met them the month before when the college sponsored a "meet
and greet" for potential roommates to get to know one
another. I was looking to rent a bedroom for myself, and they were looking
to rent one to be in together. We hit it off right away, so we immediately
went out to look at places to rent. The condo that we wanted to rent had
all of the amenities we wanted, and it was close to our campus, so we gave
the married couple who owned the place our rental application.
Because all of our parents agreed to be guarantors on a one year lease,
the owners approved our rental application, and told us that we could move
in the following month as long as the paperwork checked out, and our first
month's rent, and security deposit had been paid in advance, which it had.
A month later, the three of us moved in together. We had already chosen
what bedrooms we wanted, and we had already picked our parking spots in
the underground garage where our condo has two spaces assigned to it,
including one large storage unit that we shared.
The arrangement we had as roommates was that I would pay half of the rent
to them a little ahead of time on the 25th of every month, and they would
pay the full amount to the landlord no later than the due date of the 1st
of every month. Like me, though, their parents gave them a monthly
allowance to cover expenses, and then some, so paying the rent was never a
problem.
We were very compatible together. They took their studies seriously, and
so did I. They were a little wilder than me in terms of going to campus
parties, and engaging in other activities in their happy community of
lesbians and bi-sexuals, but I kind of got a vicarious thrill out of it.
Even though I'm straight, and I have no real desire to be with another
woman sexually, I still get aroused whenever I see a woman getting sexual
with another woman. I love watching it on TV, and it arouses me to see it
in films.
When I found out that both of my roommates have a foot fetish, I was very
intrigued because female feet have always fascinated me, especially my
own. I always keep my feet in really good shape by keeping them soft, and
giving myself regular pedicures.
Quite by accident, I learned that both of them have a foot fetish after I
unexpectedly walked into the living room, and Shauna was sucking Dawn's
toes on our couch.
"Sorry for the interruption," I said with some
embarrassment for having caught them in the act. "I was
having trouble geeting to sleep."
"We don't mind as long as you don't mind," Shauna
replied.
"I wish I could find a guy to do that to me," I
told her.
"Have you ever had your toes sucked before?"
Dawn asked.
"No, but it's something I've always wondered about,"
I answered. "It must feel wonderful!"
"It does," Shauna said. "Both of us have a
foot fetish, so it's something that we like to do to each other."
"You don't happen to have a foot fetish, do you?" Dawn
asked.
"I don't think I do," I told her.
"You'd probably know it if you did," Dawn
replied.
"Yeah, you probably would," Shawna agreed. "But
even if you don't have a foot fetish, I'm pretty sure
that you'd like having your toes sucked."
"I imagine I would," I told her.
"So why are you having trouble getting to sleep?"
Shawna asked.
"I don't know. I guess it's just one of those things,"
I told her.
"We could always help you get to sleep by giving you a foot
massage," Dawn told me with a playful smile.
"You're willing to give me a foot massage?" I
asked.
"Willing, and able," Shawna added with a smile.
"I wouldn't want to put you out, or anything," I
told them. "Besides, I feel guilty interrupting your fun."
"Maybe it was meant to be," Shawna told me. "And
remember, Dawn and I have a foot fetish, so it would be our pleasure.
The only reason that we haven't offered to give you one before is
because we didn't want you to think that we were coming on to you."
"So both of you would be giving me a foot massage?" I
asked.
"Sure," Shawna answered for Dawn. "Both
of us. Have you ever had two people give you a foot massage at the
same time?"
"I've never even had one person give me one," I
confessed.
"Girlfriend!" Dawn exclaimed! "You've
been missing out!"
"I guess I have," I laughed.
"And look at you," Shawna added. "You're
fresh out of a shower, and your feet are just asking for a massage. So
let us give you one to put you to sleep, and we'll call it a night."
"I'm sure not going to say no to that," I told them. "Are
you sure?"
"Of course we are," Dawn stepped in to say as she
stepped up to grab my hand to take me into my bedroom.
"I'm right behind you," Shawna told us while
grabbing the massage oil that she had been using on Dawn.
I had noticed earlier that the massage oil was edible, so for a moment I
thought I might be getting myself into something that could ruin the good
roommate vibes that we had between us. On the other hand, there was a
noticeable, and wonderful sexual tension that had gotten me wet with
anticipation, which made me excited to explore whatever was about to
happen.
As I laid face down on my bed, the sensation of having both of my feet
being massaged at the same time was incredibly satisfying. Within minutes,
I knew then, and there that I'd want more foot massages from them, and I
hoped that they'd want to give more to me.
Not long into the massage, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
Later on I felt myself waking up to the intensely pleasurable sensation of
having my toes sucked. While Shawna and Dawn worshiped my feet together
with their mouths, and their tongues, I tried to pretend that I was still
asleep. That worked out for a while until they started tickling my
wrinkled soles, which at some point I had to cry out, and squirm beneath
them because the tickling was too much for me to take.
"I love that your soles are so ticklish!" Shawna
exclaimed.
"Me too," Dawn added with glee. "Hold
her down! Hold her down! Let's see how much she can take!"
The more that I protested, the more intent they were to hold me down,
which in turn got me more aroused, and got them more excited. Even though
I wasn't tied down, I was effectively immobilized, which I found to be
incredibly arousing!
Shawna was sitting on the back of my legs while firmly holding my ankles
together, and Dawn was tickling my wrinkled soles with glee!
When I instinctively reached behind me to try to get Shawna off of the
back of my legs, she said to Dawn, "Grab her wrists!"
Dawn quickly scrambled over the bed to grab a hold of my wrists to pin
them above my head while she straddled my back to keep me on my stomach.
"Get her bathrobe!" Dawn told her. "We
can use the belt."
Shawna quickly went into my bathroom, which is en suite, and a moment
later she came back with the white Hammacher Schlemmer Genuine Turkish
Cotton Luxury Bathrobe that my parents had gifted me. They had engraved my
initials in the robe.
"What are you going to do?" I asked with a laugh
knowing full well that they were going to tie my wrists together, and
secure them to my bed's headboard.
"We can't have you thrashing about while we tickle your sexy
wrinkled soles, and have our way with your feet," Shawna
gleefully told me.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," I
giggled.
"Letting us?" Dawn asked rhetorically. "You
have no choice!"
"I guess I don't," I replied with a laugh.
"Especially since you like it so much," Shawna
added.
"What do you mean?" I asked with intrigue.
"You're obviously getting off on it," Shawna
told me. "Look at how wet you are," she added while sliding a
couple of her fingers along my slippery pussy lips after lifting away
my panties."
"Oh yeah," Dawn said with a smile. "We're
going to have some fun with you."
"What do you mean?" I asked again.
"You know what we mean," Shawna told me. "We're
going to get you off."
"You are?" I teasingly asked.
Quite frankly, I was getting off on what they were doing to me, and I
could tell that they were fully aware of how much I was enjoying myself.
"We could always stop," Dawn interjected.
"We could," Shawna teased, "but
then she'd have to get herself off after all that we've done to get
her so wet, and that won't be nearly as good as us getting her off."
Dawn ask me, "So what do you say? Do you want to get yourself
off, or do you want us to get you off?"
"But I'm straight," I reminded her.
"No, no, no. That's not going to cut it," Dawn
replied. "You wouldn't be doing anything to us. We'd be doing
it to you."
"And I can't stop you, can I?" I asked.
"Not with your wrists tied," Shawna interjected.
"We can do anything that we want to you, and there isn't a
thing you can do about it."
Naturally, I was hot as a firecracker with an overwhelming need to get off
after having been so wonderfully pleasured, and tickle tortured. They knew
it, too, so they knew they had the upper hand, especially since they
continued to sexually arouse me while we talked so naughtily, and I was
practically unable to resist their increasingly pleasurable foreplay.
They had pulled my almost naked body taut against my tied wrists, which
were secured to the headboard. They had stripped off my panties, and they
had pulled up my nightie all the way up to my tied wrists.
The conversation suddenly stopped because both of them were sucking my
toes, and I was getting hornier by the minute. I wanted to get off. I
needed to get off. I would have gotten myself off if I could, but I
couldn't. With each passing moment, I wanted more and more for them to get
me off, but I was too embarrassed to ask for them to do it. I wanted them
to have their way with me.
Whenever one or both of them would reach up to playfully tease my pussy
and clit before pulling back again, my need for sexual relief was so
powerful that I began to encourage them to get me off.
"Please get me off," I heard myself say out
loud.
"Only if you want us to," Shawna replied.
"I want you to," I practically begged. "I
really need to get off. Please get me off."
When I saw Shawna whispering to Dawn, I couldn't hear what she said, but a
few moments later Shawna walked back into the room with a blindfold, and a
bunch of long silk scarves.
Before blindfolding me, Shawna kissed my forehead, and said, "This
is going to be fun."
After I was blindfolded, which added to the excitement, my legs were
spread apart, and my ankles were secured to the bottom corners of my bed.
Over the next hour or so I was sexually ravished with multiple forced
orgasms. I had never climaxed so powerfully in all of my life. But to be
fair, I'd only had sex with two guys by then, and neither of them were
particularly good at getting me off. Shawna and Dawn were far superior!
When I talked to them about it afterward, and I told them how incredibly
great they were at getting me off, I wondered aloud with them whether or
not I might be bi. Even though we were all the same age, they were much
more experienced with sex, and the dynamics that go along with it. They
were quite sure that I'm straight even though I obviously got off on what
they did to me.
Having been with a good number of straight women, they explained to me
that it's not uncommon for straight women to thoroughly enjoy sex with
lesbian, and bi women whenever they're given that opportunity. Even though
many of them get off more powerfully with women than they do men, they're
still only sexually attracted to men because that's the way they were
born. We are who we are when we're born, and that's it.
Happily for Shawna, Dawn, and me, what could have been a one-time sexual
experience ended up lasting 4 years until we graduated from college, and
we moved out of that condo. As roommates we continued to get along great.
Over those 4 years I was very happily what one might call their sex slave,
although I hardly saw it that way. Sure, I submitted to them on a regular
basis, which included submitting to other women as well, but I always did
it willingly. It was a great experience that I'll always cherish. Whether
or not I can duplicate it is hard to say.
I've had a few boyfriends over the years, but nothing very serious. Casual
dating, and hooking up for sex has been fine for me. Happily for me, I
don't feel a need to have children, so my so-called "ticking
clock" isn't an issue.
