With a chastity device secured by his sexy roommate Ashley, Kyle has no choice but to obey her. She's promised to release him by the end of the week - if he does as he's told. Kyle is quickly finding out what it means to be Ashley's slave.
'“Oh, yeah,†Ashley moaned, her voice low and torn with arousal. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Just like that.†Her bedroom was spotless. He had been in there for over an hour, picking up discarded clothes, taking empty cups and glasses out to the kitchen. Just as she had predicted, his hands trembled and shook as he gathered up her discarded underwear to put it through the wash. But he had resisted the urge to press them to his face with difficulty; it would only make his dick hurt worse. From her comfortable seat in the living room, her green eyes had tracked his progress through the small apartment, her face shining with joy as she watched him tidy the place without her lifting a fingers. He had almost fully restored order to the chaos of her bedroom when he turned to see her poised in the doorway, watching him with a wild and hungry look in her eyes. “Watching my virgin slave work has got me worked up,†she had said bluntly. “So now you have another job to take care of.†That had been half an hour ago, by the red clock beside Ashley’s bed. He had learned a lot in those thirty minutes. Of course, he wasn’t unfamiliar with the mechanics of female pleasure. He was a healthy young man with an internet connection, and as such, there wasn’t much he hadn’t seen. But seeing and experiencing, he was quickly learning, were two very different things. It was one thing to jerk off to some botox bimbo with basketball-sized breasts pretending to enjoy the lubed-up pounding of some horse-cocked knucklehead for the benefit of the camera. Quite another to see, and hear, and smell, a true female orgasm, the utter abandon of a beautiful woman in the throes of pleasure, enjoying every sensation for herself, instead of for an invisible audience. He had never expected the female orgasm to be quite so wet, as Ashley’s juices ran freely from her swollen lips to darken the sheet he suspected he would end up washing. Her greed was intoxicating, and Kyle studied every reaction of her body, learning all he could about pleasing a woman from one who denied herself nothing. “Right there! Right there!†she gasped. Ashley’s red-knuckled hands seized fistfuls of the sheets as she panted, her head thrashing from side to side in the tangle of her hair. She lay face down on the mattress, her hands on either side of her head, her back arched as she held her gorgeous ass high up in the air. Her knees were spread beneath her, and Kyle adjusted his grip on the base of the dildo grown slippery with her juices as it slid in and out of her wet and clenching walls. His cock throbbed urgently in its plastic prison as he pleasured her with the toy she had instructed him to use, and as he moved his tiring arm back and forth, he felt like a musician drawing a chorus of ecstasy from her beautiful throat with every careful thrust. Yes, poor Kyle was learning a lot. Desperately he hoped that someday soon, he would get to put it into practice. But of course, that depended entirely on his current performance. “Fuck me, Kyle,†she gasped as her orgasm drew near, and Kyle whimpered quietly at the words he’d fantasized about hearing for the past year, but never in circumstances like these. “Fuck me hard! Oh fuck!†He drove the stiff rubber dildo in and out of her spasm snatch, her thighs flecked with her own moisture, the smell of her sex permeating the air and driving him wild with unassuaged lust, and the angrier he got, the harder he thrust the dildo into her, the more exited she became. With another loud yell, Ashley clamped down on the probing dildo, and a a thin trickle of her clear juices ran down her thigh.'