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MY CO-ED MISTRESS
(F/F, Slavery, Blackmail, Humiliation)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

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Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
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Posting an old story, written quite some time ago...  What if I were roommates with Winona Ryder in college!!  Not the best stuff I guess, but I am posting everything I’ve done so far! :)

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I heard Winona jiggle the door, and my heart skipped a beat - I thought she wasn’t supposed to get back from class for another hour…  

I heard her muffle a curse, and she unlocked the door before I could get there to open it for her.

She stepped in, her face flush - which scared the shit out of me…  I was supposed to keep the door unlocked all the time.   Which was a big problem, because Winona required me to be fully nude inside our dorm room, and the last thing a nude girl wanted on a co-ed floor was an unlocked door.  Guys had a way of barging in…

“The door’s locked, slut...” she all but hissed at me.  “What did I tell you, slut?  Hmm... ? Only I decide when this door is to be locked…!”

“I’m sorry Winona...” I muttered.  I was still nervous as she was keeping the door wide open, and I stood naked, except for a pair of high-heels she also forced me to wear all the time…  But I had bigger worries when Winona was mad at me.

Her slap hit my face like a lightning bolt…

“You mean Mistress…!!” she purred.  It was true – I was supposed to call her “Mistress” inside our dorm room.

“I’m sorry Mistress” I whined in a teary voice…

“Stupid slut…  You disobey me, you keep the door unlocked, you fail to address your superiors properly…  You really have it coming today, don’t you…!”

She slammed the door just as another girl was passing by.

My eyes darted towards the treasure-chest sized plastic box at the foot of our bunk.  Inside were the toys…  Including the paddle Winona used on me when she decided I was to be punished.  She usually made me just bend over my desk overlooking the parking lot behind our dorm, beat up my ass with the paddle while I counted…  I was always scared people from the parking lot would look up and figure out what was happening from my contorted face or that the rooms next to ours could hear my cries…  But of course the worst was the sting – Winona was like a professional ping-pong player with the paddle and my bottom was a big, easy target for her.

There was a thin smile on Winona’s face…  “You don’t wanna be punished, huh, slave…?”

“No, Mistress” I said, my eyes downcast.

“Well, well…  You are a stupid bitch of a slave who needs to be reminded who’s the boss so very often… but maybe I’ll let it pass this time; I’m in a good mood…”

A sliver of hope…

“Now, lock the door and undo the smoke alarm…” Winona ordered.  Winona was a smoker, I was not, but what mattered was what she wanted of course…  I locked the door and undid the smoke alarm, walking around naked – and this still made me awfully self-conscious.  I hated always having to be nude in the room and in front of Winona.

“Good…” - she sat down at the edge of the bottom bunk, which belonged to me – unless Winona felt like sleeping next to me.

“Very muddy outside today, slave…  Clean my shoes…”

She knew I hated the horrible degradation of this command, but I had no choice but to obey…  I kneeled at her feet and started licking up her dirty shoes.

“That’s right slave…” she smiled, taking a puff from her cigarette… “And I will give you more to lick once you’re done…”

It was	humiliating to the core to be like this – naked, on my knees, licking her feet; feet of my Mistress, who was same age as me, even a couple months younger, a first-year student just like me…  but I was the slave and she was the Owner of me… It would have been fair to say there had been electricity between Winona and I as soon as we were placed in the same dorm room – and not the good kind.  I was shocked to find out she was a lesbian.  I was under the impression school officials screened for that kind of thing before assigning roommates.  How could they not?

And we hardly got off to a good start – I found it repulsive that she was decorating her wall with naked women’s pictures, some of it far too kinky…  And we discovered fairly quickly how different we were in other ways, too:  Winona was on full financial aid, came from some poor area of Brooklyn, was majoring in Philosophy, while I was in Accounting.  And I think she despised me right away for being from Beverly Hills, where my father was a well-to-do accountant himself…

I discovered right away how bossy she was, deciding where everything was to go in the room, telling me what to do, taking the top bunk without even asking…  But still we hanged out a little, and in one of the first weekends on campus, we headed to a party at her severe insistence.  

When we got back to the dorm, I was already drunk out of my mind – but she insisted on fixing one last “cocktail” for me… A bluish thing straight out of Winona’s stash drawer, and that’s how the shit storm started for me…

Next day, the last thing I remembered was having that drink with Winona.  It felt like I had not slept all night, and I had a throbbing head ache.  But that was the least of it:  Winona was gone, but there was a CD with my name on it, sitting on my pillow.

As soon as I put the CD in the lap top, those horrible scenes started flashing…  Four huge black guys in our dorm room, naked.  Having sex with me, gang-banging me, every way imaginable, for what must have been for hours… And in the middle of it, there I was, openly snorting cocaine with them, right on camera… and back to the gang-bang…  I had lost my virginity only a few months ago, and here I was fucking four black guys on camera, doing illegal drugs with them…  Who they were, how they were there – I had no way of knowing...  All I knew was what I saw – the horrible scenes playing in front of me on the screen...

And then at the end, a text message popped on the screen:   “If you want nobody to see those, there will be more of this:”  

There I was, naked, in the arms of Winona, kissing, fondling in her bed… 

Until she decided to sit on my face…

I had no idea how that drink had affected me, and made me do those things without even remembering.  But the terror of what I saw was more than enough…

After that night, I knew I had no choice but to give in to the demands of my roommate…  

And the more she discovered she could push me, the more she pushed…

“Enough” Winona jerked my hair, and I stopped cleaning her shoes with my tongue.  “Go and gargle, slave…” she commanded. 

“And guess what – I got you your Halloween costume for tonight’s party, too!  Here it is…” she took out a package from her backpack and tossed my way.  “Put it on and model for me...”

I walked into the bathroom, gargled and brushed my teeth.  And then I opened the package to see what kind of outfit was waiting for me for the Halloween party.  It was a school-girl uniform, which alone was humiliating and far too suggestive.  But when I put it on, it became clear this was the sluttiest school-girl uniform I’d ever heard of.  

The red&black pleated skirt was so short, it barely covered my ass.  And I was wearing only a g-string underneath.  The white blouse was at least one size too small for me, and left the midriff completely open. The top-side was hardly more covered, as the blouse was missing two of its buttons – my breasts were already squeezed and crashed under the tight fabric, and the cleavage was nothing less than obscene.   The stockings were white, with big, red bows tied at the top.  And there were white garters, too.  The white sandals had at least 4 inches of heel on them.  Everything was designed to flaunt an obscene sex-toy in the mocking display of an innocent school girl.

When I paraded in front of Winona, she licked her lips and laughed in amusement.  

“Wonderful!” she chimed.  

She got out of her pants and slid away her panties, opening her legs wide, making herself comfortable in my bed.  “Alright little school-girl…” she commanded, “get to work…you don’t wanna make the Mistress mad…”

I kneeled before the bed and started eating her pussy.  The thought of eating pussy would have been the most repulsive thing imaginable to me just two months ago.  It was still horrible, but even I could not deny how good I had gotten in it – constant practice and hard spankings for poor performance had made sure of that…

Winona made me work at her for a good 15 minutes, merrily shrieking and moaning, and calling me names…  She grabbed my hair and squeezed her thighs around my head, as she always did when she was close to climax…And soon, my face was awash with Winona’s juices, and she was pulling on my hair and moaning loudly…  I was begging that the rooms next door would not hear her.

Relaxed a little, Winona got up.  She picked out more stuff from her back-pack:  A total of four pairs of hand-cuffs…

“I am so horny again already…” she declared.  “I always thought those Catholic school bitches were so haughty anyway…  ”

Soon, I was lying in the bed again – now spread-eagled, my wrists and ankles cuffed to each post of the bed.  I was used to being tied up or cuffed by Winona, but this didn’t make it any more enjoyable.  The underwear was gone, my blouse was unbuttoned, but the school-girl skirt and the footwear stayed.  Winona obviously wanted to fuck me like a schoolgirl.

“Now comes the big part” she announced, digging into her back-pack again.  “Cindy, honey, I know you’ve had to suffer without a man for so long – a torture, to be sure, for a cock-hungry slut like you…”.  

When Winona, my Mistress of 18 like me, started insulting and mocking me, I knew the best thing to do was to keep my mouth shut no matter how degrading it was.  

“But tonight, I’ll let you scratch that itch, my little sex slave…” she’d sat next to me, and was now lightly scratching my naked flat tummy with one hand.  She leaned and planted her lips on mine, and I parted my lips obediently, letting her tongue dart in my mouth as she wished – kissing another girl had been as unthinkable as eating one till a short time ago, but now I was ready to french Winona as soon as she got near my face.

She lifted her face but stood close.  

“See the thing is, while there will be one little sexy school-girl slut in the party … there will be several guys in teacher outfits.  You know, bad suit coupled with a nice bow-tie, big-ass eye glasses, and of course, a big, mean ruler.  Hmm, to be specific, a few guys I picked out from our history class…  I’d say more like the nerdiest ones… and tonight, my little school-girl, sex-slave; you do exactly as your teachers tell you…  you will be such a good, obedient school-girl, dying to please her big teachers…”

I alarmed and wanted to say something but she grabbed one of my nipples, ready to twist.  “Shush…” she commanded like talking to a child.  

“One of them is actually that fat nerd from Venezuela… he couldn’t quite believe it, but I bet you’ll be very convincing tonight – the poor schmuck nearly masturbates in class checking you out…”

She leaned down and brought back her panties from the floor – she stuffed them in my mouth in a quick motion and then placed some adhesive tape on my mouth to keep them in securely.  

“Excellent!” she commented - I was gagged with the panties of my roommate and my Mistress, right after I was explained the terrible humiliation waiting for me this very night.  

“We don’t wanna wake up the whole dorm now, do we… well, not yet at least…” she chuckled.  “Now, in preparation for tonight, I think some practice is in order, no?”

Winona leaned down to her backpack again and pulled out a huge strap-on dildo – it had to be more than 6 inches.  A big, black, obscene monstrosity.

“See, just like previous your lovers” Winona smiled.  “Let’s give you a good, hard fucking, bitch…”

I closed my eyes as she got on top of me – and I wondered when my nightmare would end…

Whether it would ever end…


Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

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Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That’s the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
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