When I first met her after she replied to my ad offering my spare bedroom, she looked great. A nice, polite girl who really seemed to have her shit together and who would be a pleasure to live with. So I didn't look any further and gave her my spare room right away.

Everything was great for the first couple of weeks but then, gradually, things started to take a turn for the worse. She started shirking on her chores, leaving her dirty dishes in the sink, not cleaning the bathroom when we agreed and so on. Figuring there might have been other issues occupying her mind, I decided to be a good roommate and pick up the slack, but when things continued to deteriorate, I spoke up. To my surprise, instead of an apology, she gave me a bratty attitude and called me a couple of names I'd rather not repeat, not to mention informing me she would not be making the rent on time that month.

"But maybe we could," she continued with a flirty look, "find another arrangement?"

I was shocked and appalled and I left the room, slamming the door behind me. But as I lay in my bed later that night, I wondered if, maybe, I shouldn't have accepted. If I'm stuck with a bad roommate, the least I could do is get some fun out of it. That is why, when a few minutes later my bedroom door opened and she slipped in, I did not protest and let her climb on top of me. Only when I felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs wrap around my hands and go click did I realize she never meant to make things up for me. Our sex arrangement, just like our roommate arrangement, would be skewed heavily in her favor.

Yet somehow, I found myself unable to resist her. Within a few more days, she had me completely wrapped around her finger, in complete control of me and our relationship, getting everything she wanted from me and more.

Kinks: tease and denial, bondage, some pain, humiliation, worship, obedience, punishment, servitude, toys, oral

Limits: children, animals, bathroom play, breeding, gore, cuckolding