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Daughter's Roommate from Hell
Being a divorced dad, each fall I have the responsibility to help our
daughter move into college. This year she is living off campus.
She and four of her friends have found a large, old-Victorian style home.
It has three bedrooms, one bedroom being alone on the top floor with a
separate exterior stairwell.
As we unloaded the car with my daughters clothes, shoes, boots and
endless boxes of feminine items, I couldn't help but notice a very
confident, yet pert young woman, who seem to be telling everyone what to
do and where to put things.
My daughter informed me that was "Sara', and she is in charge of everyone
and everything, or at least she seems thinks she is.
Sara caught me looking and immediately called me over to her.
She preceded to hand me a heavy box of books, and told me to bring them
up to her bedroom on the top floor. I felt like I was being ordered and
then, quickly dismissed.
Once up in the top bedroom, I could not help but notice a very sexy, pink
thong on the top of a hamper. Yikes!
I also could not resist picking up the thong, and deeply inhaling its
fragrance, as I held it close to my nostrils. Heavenly, I thought!
Just then, I spun around as I heard Sara yell, "What in the hell are you
doing with my thong, you pervert!"
I froze.
Sara walked directly over to me and snatched the thong.
She then brought it up to my face again and guided it around my mouth,
teasing me with it.
"So, my little boy likes girly things."
She told me to open my mouth.
I did not know what to do.
I was trapped. She could tell my daughter what I had just done.
So, I slowly opened my mouth while Sara proceeded to stuff in her thong.
There I was, standing in front of this young coed, with her thong in my
mouth, and one piece hanging out from my lips!
I felt helpless, and somewhat afraid of Sara.
Sara just laughed and took out her cell phone to snap a quick picture of
my "thong" face.
Sara told me to take the thong home as a reward for being such a good
gurl!
And she told me to make sure I wore it that night to bed.
I don't know why, but I was hard as a rock as Sara left the room.
Maybe I liked being told what to do! Yikes!
I put the thong in my pocket and went downstairs.
Nothing more happened that morning, until my daughter called.
She told me that she had given my email address to Sara, who wanted to
send a "thank you" to all the dads who helped out today.
Well, I thought, that was kind of Sara to send out thank you notes.
As the afternoon past, I don't know why, but I became a slave to my
computer waiting for an email, anything from Sara.
I guess I was still mesmerized by her, and still under her aura.
Finally, finally, that evening, I received an email.
It was from Sara!
Yikes!
I raced to open it.
Dying to find out what she was going to say to me.
But I was shocked when I read her email.
She told me how disappointed she was with me and she belittled me!
She told me that I would have to do exactly as she said, or my daughter
would see my thong stuffed mouth in a large scale, full color print!
I was trapped.
What do I do? What can I do?
Sara instructed me, yet that night, to go to a drug store and purchase a
tube of pink lipstick and pink nail polish, that match the color of her
pink thong! What!
And, I had to bring the thong to the store, and show it to a salesclerk,
so the colors could be match perfectly. Oh, no!
Sara also told me to pick up a large bottle of Nair and some black eye
liner.
I thought these things were for her.
Boy, was I wrong.
So, I went to Walgreens that was still open until 11:00 PM.
Luckily, the store was not crowded, and there was just one young, teen
age girl working in the cosmetics section.
I first picked up the bottle of Nair and the black eye liner, and then
approached the young lass at the cosmetic counter with my tail between my
legs and my stomach in my mouth.
"Oh, hi. I was wondering if you could help me pick out a shade of pink
lipstick and pink nail polish to match this color'?
I slightly pulled the pink thong from my jacket pocket, displaying only
an inch of the fabric.
"Oh sure. Just let me see that."
The young clerk then quickly reaches across the counter, pulls out the
thong, and lays it out on the counter!
"Oh, gosh." Is this a joke or something, or are you serious'?
"It's no joke. Would you please help me'?
She looks at me and finally smiles.
"Sure, no problem."
She takes the pink thong over to a large circular rack of nail polish
bottles.
"We have so many colors, I'm sure we will find a perfect match for you
sweetie."
She winks at me likes as it's our little secret.
Just then two other young teen age girls walk by and look at us trying to
match nail color with the pink thong being held up by the young clerk!
Yikes.
The two young girls break into hysterical laughter.
I, of course, am "beet" red in the face, and just want this nightmare to
be over.
"Don't worry about them. They don't understand how important it is to
match colors, even if it a thong color." She giggles.
"Oh sweetie, (I'm now a sweetie) I think we found our color, L'Or?al Hot
Pink Cascade'!
"And now let's find that darn little lipstick tube to match. Say, this
is really fun actually'!
I am not feeling the joy as much as my helpful, little shopper. I see
the two teenage girls an aisle over, still smirking at me. I just want
to finish this assignment and please Sara.
Finally, after the longest "several minutes," success!
The young clerk now proceeds to lay out on the counter all three items:
the pink nail polish, the pink lipstick (MAC Satin Pink Snob), and now
my, I guess, and not Sara's, thong!
"I think we did pretty good, don't you'?
"Yes, thank you for all of your assistance. You were very helpful."
"Say, if you ever need any help with other cosmetics, I work evenings on
weekends. Ok."
"Ok, Tx again."
I pick up all of my new purchases, stuff my thong back into my pocket and
headed to the front of the store to check out.
Oh, no.
At the front of the store was an older cashier woman, who looked like a
former German dominatrix!
She wore all black, was big boned and big breasted, her blonde hair up in
a tight bun.
Intimidating to say the least!
I felt very small in her presence.
She could have been Sara's mother or aunt, in attitude and posture.
She was also positioned next to the exit. I had no escape but to
interact with her.
I gingerly approach the counter and gently laid down my items with my
eyes not engaging.
"Did you find everything you needed?
What!
Are these for you?
Well'?
" I was told to purchase them."
"I bet you like to be told what to do, right sissy."
"Well'?
"Yes," as I quickly retrieved my little cosmetic bag and left the store
with her searing eyes violating me. Yikes.
Safety back in my car, I was sweaty, nervous, and yet excited.
Why?
When I returned home, I noticed a second email from Sara.
Yikes!
She told me to immediately take a shower, and liberally apply the entire
bottle of Nair to my entire body!
I hesitated, but then I thought about my daughter and quickly went into
the shower.
The Nair removed all of my body hair.
I felt like a baby, with fresh, new, skin.
Sara told me to put my thong on after my shower.
I was not to touch myself or cum until I saw Sara again!
What! Why?
I was confused, but decided I better follow instructions.
That night, I tossed and turned, and had many bizarre dreams.
I finally fell asleep.
In the morning, I found myself yet again going to the computer to see if
Sara had emailed me.
She had! Yikes!
Today, I was to go to a beauty salon and received both a manicure and a
pedicure!
I was to have a pale, pink color applied to my fingernails, while a much
darker, pink color were to be applied to my toenails.
The young attendee just smiled as I requested her services and colors.
Per Sara, I also had my eyebrows plucked into a high arch.
What was happening to me? What was I doing?
I wasn't thinking, but I knew I had to follow Sara's instructions.
The salon was filled with middle aged women who looked upon me with utter
disgust as I requested services and specified colors.
I was soo embarrassed.
Again, when finished, I quickly paid the young attendant who loudly
suggested I now make another appointment.
"Gee, no thanks."
I left the salon with pink fingernails and toenails. Yikes!
Back at home, I waited for another email.
Nothing came for a day.
I was almost distraught!
Finally, finally, an email from Sara.
I had become a slave to her. Living and longing for each email.
Today, I was to purchase a pair of pink, thigh high stockings - for me!
Yikes!
Sara also told me to purchase a pink camisole and a pair of pink, 5-inch-
high heel shoes!
The stockings and camisole were to be purchased at a young girl's
boutique.
For the shoes, I had to go to a stripper's boutique across town, and
actually try on the shoes before buying.
I was so embarrassed at both stores.
In the young's girl boutique, I keep thinking that one of my daughter's
friends would recognize me.
At the Charlotte Ruse Boutique, a young clerk engaged me.
"Looking for your daughter, right'?
"No. I need to purchase a few items."
"Oh, a gift. Great. Will you need it gift wrap'?
" No, no, it doesn't need to be gift wrapped."
"Ok, what are you looking for then'?
" I, I need a pink camisole and pink, thigh high stockings, if you have
them."
"Oh, no problem. What size for the camisole "?
"Oh, I not sure."
"Well, is she more my size, or say, your size'?
"My size."
"Are they for you'? (giggling)
"yes" (softly)
"Hey, no problem. Do you want to try the camisole on to see how it
looks'?
"No, no that's fine. But thanks anyway."
The young clerk took me over to the stocking rack and quickly found pink,
thigh high stockings.
"These should do."
"Now, let's find a cute matching camisole, ok sweetie (again)."
Over in the lingerie area we scanned all the baby doll and camisole
items.
Finally, she located a medium/large pink camisole.
"Oh, the camisole and the stockings are going to be so cute and precious!
And they will match your pink fingernails!
Are you sure you don't want to try them on sweetie'?
"No, no thanks'
Checking out was even more embarrassing.
I'm at the check-out counter with two very pink items, surrounded by
young girls buying the newest fashions.
"Hey, I love your selections. Pink! Ya favorite color? Did you try on
the camisole? Do you have a boyfriend? Is he cute'?
I quickly left the store with my Charlotte Russe bag in hand walking
fast, almost running, with tears in my eyes!
At the stripper boutique, it was worse.
I felt like a slut.
Only men were there, and they were laughing to themselves as I tried to
find a pair of 5" pink heels to fit.
As I tried on several pairs and look at the shoes in a low shoe mirror,
the burly, ugly man behind the counter asked me if I needed any help!
"No, no thanks."
He also noticed my pink fingernails.
"Hey, if you're interested, around 4:00 today, there will be several, big
black guys here with very large you know what, looking for someone like
you, honey.
Ugh.
I finally made it back home with my new 5" pink stiletto heels! Yikes!
There were no emails from Sara.
I was lost. I did not know what to do.
Finally, finally that night, Sara emailed me.
She told me that I could redeem myself, but I had to do exactly as she
said.
I was to put on my pink thong, the pink stockings, and the pink camisole,
under a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and be at her bedroom, using
the exterior steps at 10:00 PM that night.
As I drove over to Sara's I felt like a little kid under her control.
The truth be told, I was excited to be under Sara's control. It was hard
to explain, but I believed I found where I belong! Maybe that's was why
I was divorced.
I also loved the feeling of the stockings and the camisole on my hairless
body.
Feeling fem was OK, so I thought.
And the small pink thong kept constant pressure on my penis, which I
love!
I was quite horney actually, not having any release for days.
When I arrived up in Sara's bedroom, she curtly told me to go to her
bathroom and take off my sweats and put on my 5 " stiletto shoes and pink
lipstick.
She also told me to apply black eyeliner and handed me a pink, pageboy
wig.
I did as I was told, of course.
I looked in the mirror when I was ready. Ready for what, I though??
I looked hot. All pink and sexy.
The high shoes tilted me forward, so my buttocks stuck out. Sinful!
I had to walk very slowly to keep my balance.
I felt like a little tart.
I was ready for Sara.
I waited for Sara to tell me when to come out. I was now really looking
forward to being with her, alone, finally.
But I had no idea why she wanted me dressed like this.
What were we going to do? What was going to happen? Questions,
questions. No answers, yet!
What seemed forever, Sara finally told me to open the door and come out
into the room.
There in the room with Sara, was another person! Yikes!
Dressed like me, but with white, thigh high stockings, very high, white
stiletto heels, a white sexy camisole, with full red lips, bright red
fingernails, and a black, gorgeous page-boy wig. Yikes!
Was I in love?
I was confused to say the least, yet rock hard!
Sara told the other "girl," who also appeared to be a dad like me with a
wedding band, to approach me.
"She" did.
My penis was so hard that it was now protruding from the top of my thong.
The other "girl," "Debbie', took her thumb and rubbed my pre-cum around
the head of my penis which was still sticking out the top of my thong!
Yikes!
I closed my eyes and moaned.
Debbie began to lubricate my entire penis shaft with my pre cum.
With my eyes closed, I felt Debbie take my hand and put it on her penis.
I had never touched another penis before, and there was no way I was
going to stop now.
Debbie was now standing very close to me as we stroked each other's
penises.
I felt her breath on my face.
I opened my eyes to find her ready to kiss me.
Sara was telling Debbie what to do.
"Insert your tongue in Ally's (my new name, I guess) mouth."
"Ally open your mouth and accept Debbie's tongue. Go ahead. You will love
it."
We did as we were told!
I sucked on Debbie's tongue.
We proceeded to French kiss each other.
I was so turned on, feeling girly, wearing pink items, under Sara's
control, kissing Debbie!
Our two penises were now touching each other and were covered with each
other juices.
Finally, I exploded and so did Debbie.
We held each other for several minutes, basking in the climatic glow of
release.
Sara then instructed Debbie to bring her sperm cover fingers up to my
mouth, so I could suck them dry.
I did.
Debbie reciprocated with my sperm.
As we finished and stepped back, I noticed that Sara had videotaped the
entire activity.
Now, I was in real trouble! Yikes!
Sara thanked us for being such good little prissies.
As a reward, next week she will invite one of the big, black college
football players to join us, the one with a very large cock and who loves
prissies.
I can't wait, but Sara say's my prissy love hole first needs to be
prepared. Yikes!
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