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Night Hosting: Claiming an R.A.

I have held many different jobs on campus, but I found a job this year that I truly enjoy completing: night hosting for the college dormitory I reside in. I should have been slightly discouraged when I attended the initial interview for the position to find I was one of only three female co-eds applying for the male dominated job, but I felt the opposite. I prefer to keep myself surrounded by the company of men; whether they be my friends, co-workers, peers, or play things. The interviewers had tried to scare me from the position by telling me real-life, horrific incidences that had happened to prior night hosts. When they asked for what I would have done in such circumstance, I had to stop myself from laughing at the bullshit college students were capable of, long enough to give a straight answer other than: 'allow for them to continue their actions, so see how long it took for them to learn their lesson from their own stupidity'. The interviewers must have liked my more thought out responses once I caught myself; I was the only female added to the night host team for my building this year.

Mentally, I have inherited the Amazonian like characteristics typical of the women in my family: I am confident, stubborn, sarcastic, and at times, aggressive. Physically though, I am the black sheep being the shortest person in my entire family, the one with the fairest skin, the only with freckles, and the only with blonde in my hair—though it is a light auburn in actuality. Even with my height deficiencies at home, I am still tall for a college student in general: towering over almost all of the other female students, and some of the male students too thanks to my Germanic heritage. I am blessed with a very shapely frame thanks to my Germanic heritage as well, and possess the stereotypical blue, almond shaped eyes. Apparently, my build was one of the reasons why I was chosen for the position; even though I was encouraged not to restrain violators of campus policy unless absolutely necessary. They try to take the fun out of everything on campus.

I rarely sleep, and if I do, it is usually in the form of naps for an hour here or there, and I do not care for the atmosphere of house parties, so the hours required for the job fit my lifestyle beautifully. On my scheduled nights, I, and another night host, are to set up a table at the front door of the building at nine when all other doors to the building lock for the night, and the residential advisors—or R.A.s—go off duty. We are to stay at our post until just after the last scheduled bus makes its final rounds on campus to bring home our drunken, partied out, and usually ashamed of themselves, peers. We have to sign in any visitors to the building, once an hour one of us is to tour the building for any mischief, and if we come across anything suspicious, we are supposed to contact the campus police, and then work with them until the matter is resolved.

I attend a state school in the middle of nowhere, and such a large campus in such a small town guarantees that the college students are always causing some bit of trouble every weekend. Normally, I am not a fan of drama, but I do love some good old fashioned public humiliation of others, and while night hosting, I am always treated to hefty does of it. I have never night hosted during a weekend without being toughly entertained by the stories my fellow residents provide for me.

I love to work on Saturday nights in particular, especially when the fourth floor of B-side goes out together for the evening. They are routine drunks; in that they have a solid routine for how they will act once they arrive back to campus. All of the young men and women living on the co-ed floor all come back together on the 3 a.m. bus, they all move as one singular blob in an attempt to carry one another from the bus stop, through the building, up the stairs to their floor, and then they all leave their doors open as they strip so that they can discuss their evenings with each other in the hall while they change. All the night hosts know this routine, and depending on who I was hosting with, I would usually have to fight for the right to be the person to go on rounds after that particular bus load came into the building, but I always won.

As a result of knowing what awaited for me after the 3 a.m. bus, it was not difficult to keep myself awake until then—spending hours in silent arousal at the thought of your own personal peepshow will keep anyone awake. The show, however entertaining, does nothing for release though, and after the excitement dies down on B-side for the morning, seeing myself through the rest of the shift can be even more pragmatic. Not because the fun is over and my sense of sleep depravation can finally catch up to me, but because I know I will call one of my playmates at the end of my shift for a booty-call to alleviate my pent up arousal. That gave me something new to look forward to, and to keep me excited until then, while I contemplated which one I wanted to call. There was no such competition last semester. My favorite knew my habits well enough that if I was working on a Saturday night, he would set an alarm for himself early Sunday morning, and meet me at the front door of my building at the end of my shift before I could even think to call anyone else. Damn him for graduating early.

It was not uncommon for the night hosts to have visitors, or even to have an R.A. visit our table throughout the evening if they could not sleep, and wanted some companions to talk to for awhile. But, if an R.A. had gone out to party for themselves, they would usually walk by us as quickly as they could, and not sit with us to avoid being seen drunk by their residents. It is a dry-campus, and the R.A.s are supposed to uphold this unattainable air of purity; to be the epitome of excellent student behavior as an example to their residents. Trevor was the exception to the rule, but then Trevor was the R.A. from the fourth floor of B-side where rules went largely ignored.

It was obvious that Trevor was drunk by the way he came stumbling into the front door, held up one finger in front of his face while laughing, retrieved a chair for himself, and then sat next to me in a fit of laughter. I ignored him, continuing my homework, while he slowly calmed himself. Trevor leaned over his chair, brushed my long, strawberry-blonde hair free from my shoulder, and put the side of his face to rest on my shoulder, causing me to tense upon contact. "You are so incredibly gorgeous," he breathed lightly, almost sighing to himself, "have I ever told you that?"

"I don't believe drunk speak." I smirked, watching his reflection in the glass doors in front of our table. "If you would like to talk to me, and have me believe you, you better sober up." He frowned at my reflection before he looked around me to look over the other night host present, and then turned to look directly at me, face to face.

"I don't need to be sober to tell you, honestly, that you are far better looking than she is." He nodded toward my co-worker while he looked at me, and I laughed as she shot him a nasty glare from around me.

Trevor is...average; I guess would be the best way to describe him. He has a cute face, and he is tall, but there is nothing about him—to me—that would stand out as an exceptionally attractive characteristic. He was nowhere near the physique of the type of guys I usually pursued, but that did not stop me from flirting back with him whenever he initiated. I love to flirt, and to tease, regardless of the awkward situations I usually found myself in as a result.

"Why don't you go sleep it off, Trev?" The other night host snapped at him, and he shook his head before turning back to watch the front door.

"No can do, flat-chest. I had gone out tonight with my floor, but I somehow lost them at a party, and I would prefer to wait for them here to make sure they all come back safely." He readjusted himself in his chair, and replaced the side of his face to my shoulder. I watched him turn his face to look down my shirt.

"You lost them, or they ditched you?" I asked sarcastically while I lifted my hand to flick my finger across the back of his exposed ear. He quickly straightened himself in his seat, rubbing his ear that I had flicked, and staring at me in confusion.

"Please." He breathed. "I'm too cool for anyone to ditch me. My floor loves me. You'll see. When they come back, they are all going to ask where the fuck I've been."

"They'll all be back at three o'clock; plenty of time for you to get a solid nap in. Besides, they did you favor by ditching you. I'm certain it's against the rules for you, as a residential advisor, to be out partying with your residents. Especially your residents, seeming how most of them are freshmen, and that your activities of boozing up under-age students, would be illegal." I giggled to myself, watching him recover from my actions.

"Like I care that it is. Good for me then, I guess, that I know you know how to keep your mouth shut." He turned to look at the other night host. "How about you, not-sugar-tits? Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"I wish someone would make you keep your fucking mouth shut." She growled at him as she picked up her headphones to drown him out.

"How do you know I'll keep my mouth shut?" I teased him, watching the mischievous smile form across his face. He actually looked cuter when he knew he was about to cause trouble.

"Oh lady, have I heard some really hot stories about you," he teased me playfully, "but funny thing about that, is I've never heard anything like that out of you personally. We talk all the time, you and I, and yet, none of that has ever come up before. You seem to be very discrete, and you hold on to secrets very well, don't you? Even when your play toys tattle on their mistress to others, you keep silent about it all." I was not sure which emotion he was trying to express with how drunk he still was, but I was sure he thought he had caught me with some great secret.

"I'm no mistress." I laughed him off, watching the reflection of my co-worker become increasing more uncomfortable next to me. I wondered if she had anything playing through her headphones, or if she was actually listening to our conversation. "Sadistic switch, yes, but mistress, no. Trust me, there is a huge difference."

"Bullshit!" Trevor smiled broadly. "I haven't a fuckin' clue what a switch is, but I know what kind of kinky shit you've been up to. Thanks to that senior jar-head last year, rumors are everywhere. Didn't a group of girls petition for you to teach a class last year, to give them instructions for how to tame their own bad-boys, based on his stories?" I laughed, shrugging off his question while I recalled the incident. Fuck those bimbo, sorori-whore, bitches; the sluts could not tame, and train a poodle if they all worked together at it. "I found even more dudes willing to confirm his stories, this year." Trevor beamed. "All of fucking campus is well aware of what you're capable of, and they all either fear the shit outta you for it, or secretly love you for it. Personally, I think that is the hottest fucking thing, ever." I laughed him off again, and returned to my homework on the table in front of me.

I continued to largely ignore Trevor as he slowly sobered up next to me, babbling to himself every once in awhile. He wondered off on his own on occasion, but he would always make it back to the table by the front door to sit with us while he waited for his residents to come back to the dormitory. While on one of his excursions, my fellow night host insisted that she should be the only one to go on rounds—instead of having us alternate—so that she could not be left by herself with him at the table. I agreed to pacify her unjustified hysteria, knowing I would still be the one to check out the building after the return of the 3 a.m. bus regardless of what she had to say.

After returning to our table from a shower, Trevor ordered a pizza for the three of us to share just after midnight, and after he had some food in his system, he seemed to sober up faster. At one point, very early in the morning, he started to laugh at himself. He motioned for the other night host to remove her headphones from her ears, and once she did, he apologized for what he had said earlier to her. He turned to look at me with a shy smile, but he did not apologize for any of his earlier actions as far as I was concerned, which intrigued me slightly while I wondered how honest he had been with me before. He certainly had not lied about calling the match-stick of a girl next to me flat-chested, no matter how rude he had been with the accurate remark. I thought about how we had just fallen into our roles as friends when we met at the beginning of the year, and smirked to myself; maybe he was a bitch in search of someone with a stronger will than his.

Fourth floor B-side did not disappoint, they did not deviate from their routine, and Trevor watched as his residents all filtered into the building together just after the three o'clock bus drove through campus. Now sober, he chastised a few of his residents as they passed without a word to him, and he seemed disappointed at their lack of caring for his where-a-bouts. "I'm going on the next round with you." Trevor snapped while he looked after his residents drunkenly trying to navigate the hallway as one massive, sloppy creature.

"Like hell you're walking with me." The other night host snapped back at him while standing from the table.

"I'll go." I offered, standing with her, and stretching for the first time in hours. "I need to walk for a bit, and I won't mind if Trevor tags along with me." She nodded and sat back down, glaring at Trevor still. He quickly stood, and followed after me as I headed down the adjacent corridor for the staircase. "Are you upset that your children don't revere you in the way you thought they did?" I teased over my shoulder to him as I walked, and he huffed loudly from behind me. "Oh come on," I egged him on, "that must have been a rather rude awakening for you. You should tell me all about how crushed you feel over their betrayal."

"I know what you're doing." He hissed from behind me as I reached the stairs. I shrugged, walking up the stairs with an exaggerated swinging motion in my wide hips with each step, knowing he could watch the way my ass swung back and forth as I ascended the staircase in front of him. I heard him inhale deeply, and I giggled to myself over his frustration. "You think it's funny to tease me after what I told you, don't you?"

"I find it amusing to tease you regardless." I corrected him, walking out into the next hallway, and visually inspecting doors as I passed them.

"So it is true then?" He breathed, catching up to me to walk beside me. "The stories of macho, body-building assholes finding their way into your bedroom, to leave mentally shattered; broken of their bad-boy personas, and reshaped into humble, manor-using, gentlemen are true?" I laughed, watching him out of the corner of my eyes for a moment before continuing to look about the hallway for any wrong doing. "That's fucking true, isn't it?"

"I was not aware that I held such a reputation." I whispered, turning to look at him outright while I winked at him. He froze in the middle of the hallway, his entire face radiated an expression of pure shock, which caused me to smirk. I left him where he stood, and continued with my task, sure he would catch up to me once more when he could better control himself, but I had not predicted how he would react once he caught up to me again.

I was caught completely off guard when I felt a hand placed upon the shoulder that Trevor had rested his face on earlier. He moved quickly, gently forcing me to turn toward him while he backed me against the wall before I could react. As soon as my back pressed against the wall behind me, Trevor had leaned over me, and had his lips pressed hard against mine. I stood, unmoving, while I registered what he had just done.

"I'm sorry." Trevor chuckled, pulling away from me slightly, realizing I had not reacted positively to his movements. "I...um..." He staggered, searching for the right words while I watched him, attempting to restraint the anger growing inside of me. "I want to be completely honest with you, but I don't want you to laugh at me. Promise me you won't laugh."

"I'm not promising shit." I growled at him through gritted teeth. "You better have a very good fucking explanation for why you felt you had any right to throw my ass against a wall like that."

He swallowed hard. "I really do think that you're gorgeous, and you have to know that I like you. I flirt with you all the time, and you always flirt back. I'm...curious. I think, I think the whole dominatrix thing would be really fucking hot. I mean, I don't like you any less because of knowing it, and I watch porn of women dominating men, and get off on it all the time, but..." I waited for him to answer, noting he started to shake slightly while he thought about his explanation. "Promise me you won't laugh." He repeated, sounding desperate.

I rolled my eyes. "You're nervous because you don't know if you would actually get off on it in real life, because you've never been fucked by a dominating woman before. You're not sure if theory is reality, and you would like to experiment with the idea. There's nothing about that that's funny, and many men have confessed that same secret before you. Why would I laugh?" He shook his head, and took a deep breath.

"Never...been fucked...before...period." He breathed as quietly as he could. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing, not because of his being a virgin, but because of how hard he had acted throughout the year to conceal that fact. I had seen him with multiple girlfriends during the school year, and none of them had ever complained about his lack of sexual skill. I wondered silently to myself how he had been so unsuccessful with all of them thus far, when many of them had attested to being very satisfied in their relationship with him. He was obviously ashamed of himself, standing in front of me, but I held no pity for him.

"I don't touch virgins." I informed him as delicately as I could while still angry, but I knew my voice sounded cold. "They get far too emotional for me to handle, and I almost always end up hurting them on some level; even when I don't mean to."

"I...I think that's what I want though." He stammered. "I keep trying to get my girlfriends to be more assertive, and controlling, and they always chicken out on me. They never feel comfortable with what I ask for from them, or they want me to role-play as the controlling lead for them, and so I stop it there. I never try to sleep with them, and am always the one to end the relationship. I'm choosy, and none of them have met my standard. I've never asked a woman to take my virginity before, not because I've never had the opportunity, but because I didn't want them." His explanation intrigued me; I could make him toughly regret that decision.

"A lot of my guy friends hated their first fuck. Either they were out of their heads drunk to just fuck some slut and get it over with, or neither of them knew what they were doing, the guy lasted all of eight seconds, and the girl never called them again." Trevor laughed nervously. "I consider you to be a really good friend, I mean, I did just entrust you with one of my biggest secrets, and I know you have experience in the matter. I'm not trying to call you anything, or imply anything about you, so please don't take it the wrong way, but that's just fact, right? I don't want to be another one of the guys that shrugs off their first time as some blundering chain of unfortunate events. I would like for an experienced woman to show me what I've been missing, and I've been waiting for that woman."
"You already sound far too emotional about it." I sneered, trying to remove myself from the wall, but he held me in place, enraging me further. I took a deep breath, readjusted my footing, grabbed him by each of his shoulders, and swung him around me, slamming his back hard into the wall next to where I had been. He was shocked that I could knock him off balance, and hold him there against the wall. Stupid ass; hidden under my curves, was a significant amount of muscle to match the physique and strength of my regular playmates.

"You really think that's what you want?" I asked, and he nodded, startled. "And if I was to do this for you, and I was an absolute bitch about it because of the mind-set that you have unknowing put me in? Would you still be so satisfied with your first time if I used your coveted experience to punish you for fucking trying to kiss me like that?"

I was surprised to see a wide smile spread across his face. "I'm incredibly sorry if I upset you...but...will you really punish me for it?" He sounded giddy, almost ecstatic. "Please?" He whispered softly, leaning closer to me to try to whisper across my lips, but I pulled back from him. "Did I mention that I eat pussy like a champ, and will literally beg you, to allow for me to please you orally for the rest of the day?"

"You enjoy eating pussy?" I teased him softly feeling my pulse race at the thought. Before I got to them, and broke them of such nasty habits, it was rare to find a guy at this school who viewed the task of oral as anything other than a chore to rush through in hopes of having the favor returned to them at length.

"There is nothing I enjoy doing more." Trevor whispered back with a broad smile.

"And you do realize that if I'm the first woman to fuck you, that I will own that part of you for the rest of my life." I teased him, starting to warm up to the idea. Somehow, his smile became even wider while he nodded.

"I would only want for you to be able to make that claim, yes." He cleared his throat as I leaned back from him to look up and down the hall, and then stepped back, releasing him from the wall. "We should probably keep going, or little-miss-no-tits will start to wonder what we've been up to." He winked at me which caused for my anger to flare once more. "I've...um...I've been wanting to run that by you for awhile now, but I've been too scared to. Will you at least think about it?" I nodded, pushing past him to continue my rounds.

By the time we reached fourth floor B-side, all of Trevor's residents had made it into their rooms, changed, and had already shut their doors to the hallway. My frustration at Trevor grew while I realized his little delay on A-side had caused for me to miss my peep-show. I had spent the night thinking about beautiful, bouncing, freshman, female breasts, and the gloriously sculpted backs of the males meeting my view at every turn as was per the norm on this floor during the weekends. I had seen the show countless times before, but it never grew old for me, and I had been aroused at the thought of previewing the floor once more; he took that way from me. I glared at Trevor as we continued our rounds of the rest of the building, and then returned to the table at the front doors in silence.

I had spent hours working myself up for that wondrous walk down the fourth floor hallway; I should have returned to the table even more aroused, excited, and contemplating which toy I wanted to call for a bit of fun. Instead, I returned to the table frustrated, and angry, but still slightly aroused; a dangerous combination for me to be experiencing, especially when my favorite bitch to take such aggravations out on, was several states away from me. My mind kept returning to the idea of punishing the bastard responsible for my mental state, and I spent some time debating whether I cared what the consciences to claiming him would be.

At the end of our shift, I told the other girl she could head off to bed; that I would make Trevor assist me in cleaning up because he had been so mean to her. She did not seem to think twice about it as she nodded, yawning. She packed up her things, and left, leaving Trevor and I to break down the work space. I thought once more about what Trevor had asked for while he locked up 'the cage"—as the R.A.s called it—and I felt myself grow wet over the idea. I laughed at myself, knowing full well how far I could take it if I did not keep myself in check, and wondered just how much this virgin could handle.

"I would assume," I mused quietly when Trevor came back into view, "that you would not want your residents to be aware of your more intimate, personal affairs." He quickly shook his head. "But the walls here are paper thin, and any of your residents still awake would surely hear you with how loudly I intent to make you scream; you may even wake a few of them." I teased him lightly, and his dark eyes brightened while he smiled. "I guess you should follow me to my room then." I shrugged, smirking to myself as I watched his smile grow wide.

He followed closely to me like a stray puppy being brought home for the first time. I had to hide my laughter at how excited he seemed, bouncing on his toes as he waited for me to open my door. "Strip." I commanded of him as he entered my room behind me.

Trevor shut the door behind himself, and began to remove his clothing as I put my things down on my desk top. I ignored him, walking over to my closet. When I noticed that he had completed his task, I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor to test how responsive he would be to various commands from all of the porn he admitted to watching; he hesitated for a moment before lowering himself to a kneeling position. I smiled slightly at him before turning away from him to rummage through my closet to retrieve several objects. I turned back to him, snapped my fingers again, and pointed to the center of the room as I walked over to the bed and placed all of the objects on the mattress.

From the pile on the mattress, I picked up a black leather whip with several knotted tails, and took my time observing it so that Trevor could observe the whip for himself from the floor. "You enjoy jacking off to porn featuring a dominatrix, hmm?" I mused more to myself than to Trevor while I fixed some of the knots in the tails before turning back to the anxious boy still kneeling in front of my door. He nodded; his eyes wide. "Do you harm yourself, or do anything to make masturbating painful while watching such porn?" I teased, thinking to frighten him off with my questions, but he swallowed hard, and nodded again. "And so you think that this is really what you're looking for?" I teased him swinging the whip lightly, slightly frustrated at his lack of obedience. He nodded without hesitation, and so I snapped my fingers again, and again pointed to the center of the room. "Then crawl, bitch." I growled at him.

He leaned forward with a broad smile, and putting his hands out to catch his body weight, he stood for a moment on the cold, hard titled floor on his hands and knees before he began to crawl to the middle of the room. I grabbed the ends of the whips tails in my hand, and twisted the whips handle in my other hand until the tails were spun tightly against each other. As he crawled past me, I flicked the whip, twisting my wrist harshly, and smacked the tips of the tails against the bare, tanned flesh of his ass. He winced slightly, exhaling deeply, but he did not stop crawling until he reached his destination. Once in the middle of the room, he stayed still, on his hands and knees, waiting for my next command. I watched him for a moment, noting how deeply his breathing had become as he started to shake slightly.

"How did that feel?" I asked while I walked over to my desk and opened my laptop, selecting a music play list that I had created for just this kind of occasion; all of the programed songs were loud, quick paced, and had no vocals to be a distraction.

"Better than I thought it would." Trevor's voice had deepened. "Please, may I have another?" He growled lightly. This boy has watched far too much porn.

I walked back to Trevor and stood behind him, stretching one of my legs forward, and with the toes of my foot, gently kicked at his inner heels for him to spread his legs. "Spread your legs for me." I stated firmly, and he shifted himself to move his knees further apart from each other, turning each of his feet outwards. I smiled at his back side for a moment as I playfully swung the whip in my hand back and forth in the air beside his huddled form.

Curious, Trevor turned his head slightly to look at the whip, and flicking my wrist, I cracked the tips of its tails against his bare flesh once more. He hissed as he inhaled quickly. "Eyes front, bitch." I teased, and he turned his face to look out of my open window.

"Are you going to close the curtains?" Trevor asked sheepishly.

I grabbed the tips of the whip in my other hand, and spun the whip to tighten each of the tails against each other once more. I swung my forearm, and flicking my wrist, I allowed for the whips tails to smack across his ass harder than before. "Did I tell you that you were allowed to speak?" I asked him darkly.

"No!" He gasped.

"No, what?" I growled, playing into his fantasy while I continued to flick the whip with my wrist, striking the deep red welts forming across his ass repeatedly to the tempo of the music.

Trevor cried out from the pain. "No, Mistress!" He screamed, and I allowed for the whip to slacken.

I lowered my torso over him, and reaching out for his skin, I dragged my long nails across the fresh welts on his flesh. He growled through gritted teeth as his body shook slightly from the pain. I straightened myself, walked to the side of him, and tightened my whip once again after spotting he was growing hard under the whip. Again I flicked the whip repeatedly against his flesh to the beat of the music, but this time I did not stop until he screamed out in agony, and huddled closer to the floor. I maneuvered the handle of the whip in my hand so that I held the very end of it between the tips of my fingers. I gently allowed for the very tips of the tails to brush against his purple-ish, sanguine skin, as I playfully combed them over his sore, welted ass. His lower back spasmed a little in response, and goose-bumps appeared along his whole body while he picked himself back up, drawing a deep breath.

I tilted my head slightly while watching the tails dance across his skin. Physically, he was not the type of man I would normally consider fooling around with—untoned, still cute, but nerdy in appearance—but he was an exception for tonight. He had dared to try to force himself on me in a romantic gesture; all of the old romance scenes in classic movies had the main actor forcibly kiss the leading lady into submission, and he had tried to mimic the scene with me. My eyes flared with anger as I thought about him throwing me against the wall in the hallway, pinning me there, forcing a kiss on my lips, and making me miss my anticipated peep-show as a result of his actions. I twisted my whole hand upwards, catching the full handle of the whip as I did so, and rotating my wrist back, I flicked the whip against his flesh once more.

He screamed out more in surprise than in pain; I had moved more quickly and gracefully than he had expected, but I still paused to judge his comfort level before I continued. I walked back over to my bed, watching him while I moved, and switched the cat o' nine tails for a riding crop. Holding the handle of the crop in a slight grasp, I slid the flat leather under his chin to gently lift his face to look at him.

He looked as though he was in a fit of pure ecstasy; he had mentally constructed this fantasy for himself, and he finally had found a friend willing to fulfill it for him. Normally, when I saw that look on a playtoy, I would beat the look off of his face, but I made myself slow down, remembering Trevor still claimed to hold his virginity. His dark eyes were wide in curiosity as he stared back at me, reminding me that he would not know his own limits, and that if given the option, he might push himself too far to attain his envisioned ultimate experience. This was not just some toy to use for my own pleasure, and then to reward when I felt generous, regardless of how badly he had pissed me off; kneeling before me was a friend.

"You wanted to kiss my lips, did you not?" I asked him darkly, calming myself.

"Yes, Mistress." He choked.

"Sit back on your heels." I commanded of him. He raised himself from his huddled position, keeping himself on his knees. "Grab your ankles." I growled at him, turning back to my bed, and placing the crop down for a moment. I picked up two sets to handcuffs, each bound together by a long chain. His breathing quickened as I stepped behind him with the cuffs. I bent down behind him and cuffed his left hand to his right ankle, and then cuffed his right hand, wound the chain around the chain of the other set of cuffs, and then cuffed his left ankle.

I gently placed my hands on either of his hips, and slowly explored his stomach and chest with the very tips of my fingers, looking over the goose bumps forming across his skin once more. He made a small noise when I allowed for my fingertips to gently travel back down his body once more. I stopped my fingers just above his pelvis, and left them there for a moment, listening to the anticipation building in his deep breathing. Confused, Trevor turned his head over his shoulder to look at me, and I smirked, removing my hands from his body completely. He exhaled his frustration in a deep sigh as I stood back up, and undid the button and zipper of my jeans.

I walked to the front of him, and rocking my hips slowly to the music playing, I allowed for my pants to fall to the floor in front of him, revealing my solid black panties. He moaned as he looked over my thick, curvy legs, realizing where all of that power to turn him around into the wall, had come from. I turned myself as I swayed with the music, and he groaned loudly as he watched my curved, sumptuous ass dance before his face while I stepped out of my jeans. He leaned forward, and playfully tried to bite the side of my ass. Infuriated, I turned, and swung my arm wide, smacking him hard across the face. He swayed, but retained his balance. He looked up at me, hurt, and I grabbed his chin in my hand. I pressed my fingers into each of his cheeks forcing his mouth to open into an oval, while smiling wickedly at him.

"Do you still want to kiss my lips?" I asked him coldly. He nodded, and I lowered my hand from his face to his chest, where I dug my nails into his skin. He hissed as he gasped for breath, while I dragged my nails down the length of his sternum. I left dark red marks, and after a moment, several spots along the marks began to bleed. "Remove my panties, and you may kiss my lips." I sweetly explained to him.

He looked up at me, bewildered. He tried to move his arms, but the chains did not allow for his hands to move past his outer thighs. With his hands useless, he leaned his face forward. Normally, I would offer no such assistance during one of my games, but reminding myself of who was on the floor before me, I turned slightly, and lowered my hip to help him as he reached for the top hem of my panties with his teeth. He was able to gather a small bit of the fabric in his mouth, and he lowered his upper body to the floor, dragging the garment with him.

I stepped out of my panties, and walked back over to my bed to collect the riding crop once more while I passed on my way to my desk chair. I sat down behind him, watching him intently. Spreading my legs wide, I planted my right foot firmly on the floor, and I swung my left leg over the desk top. "Claim your reward, and kiss them." I mocked him, watching him straighten himself from the floor.

He turned himself too quickly and he fell; his shoulder slamming into the cold, hard floor. I laughed at him as I watched him try to maneuver himself back to a kneeling position. He took his time to crawl on his knees toward me, and once he reached me, he sighed heavily. Leaning forward, he delicately kissed the outer lips of my pussy. I brought the crop whip down hard against the top of his ass, and he yelped in pain. It was a different cry than before, and I giggled before I could stop myself, realizing how much pain he was starting to feel. He held his face close to my pussy as he panted excitedly. "Just a reminder for you, that I do not tolerate inadequacies." I purred. "Continue." I stated flatly, and he lounged his tongue forward into me, penetrating my pussy as he sucked up my juices greedily.

His eagerness to please me was intoxicating, and I relaxed myself as his tongue danced across my clit. I placed the flat leather end of the whip against his back, and gently allowed it to make small circles across his flesh as a reminder it was still there. He pressed his lips hard against my clit, and moaning, he vibrated his lips against me, causing me to gasp at the sensation while I ran my fingers of my free hand through his ear-length, jet-black hair. "Do that again, bitch." I moaned, and he happily obliged. I began to thrust my hips towards his eager face as his tongue continued to massage my lips and clit. "Do it again, bitch!" I screamed, and again he vibrated his lips against my clit, moaning loudly as he did so.

I grabbed his hair tightly in my fingers, and pressed his face closer to my pussy. I grinded my pussy against his face, and he groaned as he continued to vibrate his lips against my sensitive flesh. My breathing quickened, and I felt my muscles clench. He doubled his efforts, pushing himself harder against me, and working his tongue even faster against my clit. I pulled his hair as I screamed. "Don't you dare stop, bitch! Make me cum all over your face!" I thrusted wildly against his face, uncaring of if I suffocated him in the process, but he did not relent.

I moaned lightly, panting, recovering, pulling his head back away from me, and he frowned as he watched the juices flow freely from my pussy. He tried to lick at them, causing me to giggle at him while watching him. I moved my hand from the back of his head, to the front of his shoulder, and I pushed him back slightly to look him over. His cock was pressed firmly against his stomach, but I frowned slightly at the sight; he was a bit smaller than the men I was used to. "Stay like that." I commanded of him, finding myself missing my favorite once more while I stood up from the chair. I walked over to the bed, put down the crop, picked up something small, keeping it from Trevor's view, put it into my mouth, and then walked back behind him. I undid the chained cuffs around each of his ankles, and untangled them. "Go sit on the chair." I barked at him. "Hold on to the underside of the seat, firmly. And press each of your ankles against each of the front legs of the chair."

Trevor did as he was told, and I cuffed each of his wrists to each of the back legs of the chair with the long chained cuffs. I walked over to the closet and found two more sets of cuffs that had much shorter chains connecting them, and used them to bind his ankles to the front legs of the chair. I knelt down in front of him, and he began to pant for me.

I lifted my shirt over my head, and tossed it behind me, revealing a black, lacy tang top. He moaned as he looked me over. I slowly removed the tank top, enjoying the way his eyes were glued to my every movement. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, but I only allowed for the garment to hang across my chest for a moment. "Do you wish to see them?" I teased him lightly, and he groaned madly as he nodded.

"Please allow me to see your breasts, Mistress. Please!" I was starting to grow tried of the gentle teasing shit, but I slowly allowed for my bra to fall free from my body. He moaned louder as he watched my shapely double-d breasts bounce while I moved; he licked his lips, looking desperate to touch them. "I have something for you." I teased before I opened my mouth to show him the small silicone ring that I had been sucking on. "Ever use one?" I asked him playfully.
Trevor shook his head. "No, Mistress." He breathed.

I smiled at him, and leaned forward toward his rock-hard cock. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and began to gently suck him as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. I could easily fit his whole cock in my mouth, and down my throat without gagging. I missed my favorite. Trevor groaned deeply, feeling the ring side around in my mouth against him. I raised my face so that only the head of his cock was still in my mouth, and using my tongue, I positioned the ring around the tip of his head. Once I was satisfied of its placement, I pushed the ring down to the very base of his cock with my lips.

I began to massage his balls in my hand, and I leaned back, still massaging him, to watch as his cock slowly thickened in width under the pressure of the ring. "Better." I moaned, having planned to use the cock-ring regardless of his size just for the fact that he was a virgin. He was looking straight down at himself to watch himself swell with the ring. "Don't you dare try to cum while you are wearing that," I warned him, "do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress." He groaned.

I squeezed his balls hard for a moment, and then quickly eased the pressure of my hand to gently massage him some more. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and when he closed his mouth again, he closed his eyes as well. "These balls?" I teased him lightly while squeezing them again, massaging them harder, and then easing up once more. "These balls, belong to me." Trevor's eyes flashed open to stare at me in a deep lust while I continued. "This cock?" I mused leaning forward, rolling my shoulders back, and grabbing his shaft with my other hand. "This is my cock, to play with, tease, abuse, and fuck however I want to."

A small groan escaped Trevor while I angled his cock so that the very tip of his head brushed against my erect nipples as I stroked his widening cock firmly, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing in my hand. I found myself enjoying Trevor's display of anguish, and pleasure while I watched him try to fight to contain himself in my hands. I released him, and put both of my hands to rest on his thighs for a minute, watching him swallow hard and pant heavily while he recovered. Trevor threw his head back for a second, and then lowered his gaze to stare at his cock. I stood up, and walked back over to my bed to retrieve the crop whip, and then dug through my nightstand for a vibrator, doubting he would be able to get me off on his own.

He was still staring at his cock in amazement when I returned to him, and I smacked each of his inner thighs with the leather crop, giggling slightly as I watched his thickened cock twitch wildly at each strike. I rested the flat leather end under his scrotum, and he looked up at me, eyes wide in fear. I gently tapped the whip against the underside of his balls, bouncing them slightly, and he groaned madly as beads of pre-cum forced their way from his cock. I leaned over him, and licked the pre-cum from his cock, moaning to myself, surprised at how sweet he tasted before sucking his cock back into my mouth. "You feel so much thicker." I moaned after releasing his cock from my lips. He nodded his head as he watched me, lust flaring in his eyes.

I stepped to the side of him, and flung my leg over his lap so that I stood over him, facing away from him. I bent forward, exposing more of pussy to his vision. "Make me want to fuck that cock.'' I growled, resting my fists—still holding my whip and vibrator in either hand—on the tops of his knees. I heard Trevor chuckle to himself while he lunged his torso forward as far as he could while restrained, and stretched his tongue forward to enter my pussy once more. He moaned loudly, working his tongue in and out of my pussy. "Do you like to taste my cum?" I teased him, circling my hips, and grinding my ass back against his face. Trevor moaned in agreement, working his tongue faster.

When I felt myself grow excited again, I pulled my body forward, away from his face, and straightened myself to stand over him once more. I moved the vibrator to my other hand, and with my free hand, I reached down in front of me to grab hold of his thickened cock to hold him still as I lowered my dripping, wet pussy closer to him. "Is this really what you wanted?" I verified once more, looking over my shoulder to view his face that looked torn.

"Fuck, yes, please, Mistress." He groaned, and I finished lowering myself over his throbbing cock. Trevor growled as he entered me completely, causing me to moan back in response. He still was not as long as I would have preferred him to be, but I had worked myself up to the point of needing to feel myself cum on a cock, the ring had done its trick, and he was thick enough for me to properly ride.

He leaned forward and bit into the back of my shoulder, causing me to scream out in surprise. I loved to have my shoulders ravaged in such a way, but I had not given him permission to do so. I held the crop between our legs, and swung it into both of his inner thighs, in turn, making him scream out each time I struck his soft flesh. I moaned deeply as I felt his cock twitch violently inside of me in response to each hit.

"This is really the first time that your cock has been buried in a pussy?" I teased him, beginning to swing my hips in tight circles, making sure he did not slip out of me while I did so.

Trevor groaned deeply. "Yes, Mistress, it is."

"Then keep your eyes on your cock, and tell me how it feels." I moaned, working my body up and down his cock as I rotated my hips around him. I moved slowly and cautiously, paying very careful attention to the throbbing twitches made by his cock so that I did not overwork him too quickly.

"I..." He took a sudden breath and held it. I slowed my actions even more, and purposely tightened my inner muscles around his pulsing cock while cautiously raising and lowering my body so that he could watch the full length of his cock disappear and reappear from my tight pussy. He groaned madly. "I don't have words for how amazing being in your pussy feels." He whispered, making me laugh.

I continued to carefully work my tight, wet pussy, gently up and down his cock, trying to prolong the experience for him for as long as I could. He continued to make deep, animalistic groans in reaction to my movements, but any time he went quiet behind me, I smacked his inner thighs with the whip. When I felt myself growing close to another release while I listened to him scream out, and felt his cock pulse wildly inside of me, I turned on the vibrator.

"You've never felt a woman honestly cum on your cock before..." I reminded him playfully, lowering the vibrator toward my clit. "I am going to fuck you harder, my muscles are going to tighten even more around you, and I am going to cum all over that virgin cock, but you are not to fucking cum yourself. Do you understand me?" I held the vibrator firmly in place against my clit with one hand as I continued to whip his thighs with the crop in my other. He groaned that he understood, and I thrusted my hips forward into the vibrator as I bounced up and down on his ridged cock faster and harder. Trevor continued to bite into the back of my shoulders as the strikes from the whip in conjunction with my more violent, aggressive thrusting caused him to scream out loudly.

"Oh, fuck, don't you dare fucking cum!" I screamed out. "I am going to cum all over that cock!" He bit deeply into the flesh of my shoulder, and moaned as he fought against himself while my muscles tightened against his throbbing cock. I screamed my orgasm, rocking my hips violently. Once my orgasm subsided, I turned the vibrator off and threw it back onto the bed. I stood up from him, took a step forward away from him, and turned to face him. I leaned over him, removed the cock ring with my hand, and tossed it in the trash basket under my desk, surprised that he actually held out. I had not expected such control from a virgin, and had planned to punish him for being unable to listen to my directions. "Did you enjoy the sensation of feeling a woman cum on your cock?" I sweetly mocked him, stifling my anger from his ruining yet another of my games.

"Absolutely." He breathed, staring at me in awe.

"And did you enjoy the sensation of having a woman fuck you while you were bound?" I sneered.

He nodded. "More than I could ever describe in words."

"How badly would you like to cum, now?" I continued to tease him, quickly thinking of a way to disappoint him as much as he disappointed me.

"Oh please, Mistress." Trevor begged as his eyes plead with me to allow for it. "Please let me cum! Please!"

"You really want it?" I teased him.

"Fucking yes!" He moaned. I freed one of his wrists from its cuff, stood back, and smiled wickedly at him.

"When finish yourself off," I growled at him, "while I watch."

His mouth fell open as he stared at me in disbelief. The small look of crisis in his eyes felt empowering to me as I bit my lower lip, and smacked the welts in his inner thighs with the crop whip. "I told you to play with yourself, bitch." I growled. He grabbed hold of his hard cock, coated in my release, and began to massage his shaft up and down.

He stared hard at my naked body as he rubbed his cock. "Please," he begged, "please let me fuck you again." I smacked his welts harder with the crop; I had fucked him, not the reverse. He howled in pain, but persisted. "Then please, please suck my cock!" Again, I smacked his welts harder with the crop. He threw his head back , closed his eyes, and screamed his release. I walked towards him, and gently ran the back of my nails against the underside of his cock while he came. I was not surprised to see how hard he came, but I had thought he would have been more disappointed by the idea of not being allowed to cum inside during his first fuck. I waited until he finished, and then I gathered the pearly white beads still slowly dripping from his head, raised my fingers to my lips, and licked my fingers clean while he watched in awe, twitching wildly before me. I did nothing to help clean his stomach or thighs.

I smiled wickedly at him as I tossed the whip back to my bed, found my shirt, and replaced it over my chest. "So, no round two?" He pouted working his hand over his still hard cock once more. For a moment, I thought to wrap my lips back around his cock to make him cum again, but I decided against it; I had no plans to keep Trevor as a playmate, and did not want him to think of himself as such. I leaned over him, and freed him from the rest of the cuffs.

"No." I stated flatly. "You've had more than enough for tonight."

He tilted his head and stared at me in confusion. "Are...are you kicking me out?"

"Yup." I breathed with a shrug, backing away from him. I turned and walked over to my panties which I retrieved from the floor, and slipped them back on.

"Why?" He gasped while he frowned.

"What do you envision should happen in this moment?" I asked in a mocking sweetness, returning to my desk to turn off the music still playing.

He shrugged. "Maybe cuddle for awhile?"

"Not a fucking chance." I laughed.

"Okay," he breathed, "so then maybe a break, and then maybe another go?"

"Did you enjoy having me fuck you?" I teased him, becoming aggravated at his persistence, and he nodded vigorously. "Did you achieve that grand story you were hoping for?" Again, he nodded his head. "And, would you like to keep me as your friend?"

"Well, I thought, maybe...you know." He shrugged.

I turned back to face him, glaring at him. When his hopeful expression fell from his face, I smiled wickedly, and gently chastised him in a low growl. "You're still here." He swallowed loudly, and stood up from the chair, his whole body shaking slightly. He gathered his clothes, and dressed as I watched him intently, not offering anything to help him clean himself. He placed a hand on the door knob once he had finished dressing, and turned to face me.

Trevor let go of the door, took a deep breath, and forcing himself to be bold, he walked back towards me. He leaned over me, and I allowed for him to kiss me while he inhaled deeply, but I did not return his kiss. "Thank you." He whispered lovingly. "I mean that." I nodded, holding back my frustration at his need for intimacy. "You won't tell anyone that I was a virgin before tonight, right?" He asked in a small panic, and I laughed as I shook my head. "That was far better than I have ever imagined it could be."

"Get out of my room, Trevor." I laughed at him.

He paused, looking deep into my eyes. "You are really going to make me walk through the whole building, trying to hide the fact that under my clothing, I am coated in my own cum like this?" I nodded, and he groaned softly. "I am so glad that I waited for you." He smiled broadly forcing me to remember his situation.

"Oh, one more thing..." I sighed to myself as I moved around him for my closet. I found my first aid kit, removed an aloe based ointment, and tossed it to his chest. He caught it, and started to read the label. "You're going to want that. I suggest constant application starting as soon as you get back to your room. There is no way you're going to stop those bruises now," I laughed, "but breaking up any blood pooling with some external circulation will ease the tenderness of your ass and thighs."

He smirked to himself. "Not so completely sadistic then, are you?" Trevor teased me lightly while he returned to my door, and opened it. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He turned and smiled broadly for me once more, waving the tube I had thrown at him, before he slipped out into the hallway, closing the door quietly behind him as he went.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at him even though he had gone. I cleaned up my used toys, put them all back where they belonged, and took a shower hoping to fall to sleep immediately upon returning from the communal bathrooms, to my room. I was not surprised to see my neighbor's door open as I passed knowing he was up early every morning to frequent the gym; nor was I surprised by the cat-call whistle that escaped his room as I passed in my towel.

"Good night, Matt." I called to my neighbor while I opened my door. I tried not to laugh at him when he rushed for his door to speak to me.

"Have I ever told you, how much I really fucking enjoy having the room next to you?" I nodded, pressing my lips together. He was only wearing a pair of gym shorts, and he leaned against his door to show off his muscular chest and arms. Matt had been such a scrawny little thing at the beginning of the year, but the constant competition of taller, better looking guys on campus had encouraged him to physically transform what he could to make himself appear more attractive. In some ways, he had succeeded. "Do you have any idea how hot you sound? I woke up with a raging hard-on that I had to knock out just to get out of bed this morning, thanks to all the noise you were making. I have masturbated to your screams and moans, more than I have masturbated to any porn-star online."

"Am I supposed to be flattered by that?" I sighed, entering my room, and he nodded behind me. His time in the gym would have been better spent if he had used that time to try to improve his personality.

"I'm just saying," Matt shrugged, "it's like we're practically fucking already. I think we should just go for it."

I laughed. "Cute." I snickered, shutting my door in his face. When I turned back to look over my room, I noticed my laptop flashing several messages waiting for me through a chat program. I opened Trevor's first.

"Seeming how you don't want to be my girlfriend...if I found a girl I really liked...would you be willing to teach her how to be you, for me?" Not the first time to have had that question asked of me, I laughed as I read his message, shaking my head.

"When you got back to your room, what did you do?" I typed back to him.

An icon appeared to tell me he was typing a response, but it was a few minutes before he was brave enough to actually send his answer to me. "I stripped naked, sat at my own desk chair without bothering to try to clean myself up, and I masturbated while thinking about you until I came all over myself again."

"Good boy." I typed my response quickly, and then shut my laptop for the morning. I had seen who the other message was from, but I had no interest in speaking to him. He would know what I had been up to after a Saturday night shift. He would know how unsatisfying of a morning I was having for me to already be heading to bed by this hour, he would beg to correct that injustice after teasing me relentlessly for it, and yet, he was nowhere near close to me to actually do anything about it. Damn him for being my favorite.

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May 16, 2018 in bdsm

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