When I got to roster boyâs house today, he walked me in from my car (like he usually does), and I hadnât even got 3 steps inside the house before he stopped me and pulled my dress off over my head. He continued to strip off my bra and my underwear. When heâd told me his roommates were all going to be gone tonight, I was expecting to be naked most of the night. What I wasnât expecting was what he told me to do next: âStart cleaning the kitchen.â Although in the past heâs had me clean for a couple reasons, like washing the dishes because he said if I did he wouldnât fuck my ass for a week, heâs never just commanded me to clean for no reason. I stared at him blankly until he pushed me towards the kitchen. I walked in and looked around, not really sure what to do. I glanced out the window, and noticed if one of the neighbors happened to step outside and look over, theyâd be able to see my completely naked top half over the kitchen counter, which faces the window. I walked back towards roster boy and told him the neighbors were going to see me. When he got up and pushed me back into the kitchen, I dropped onto the floor and sat down, emphasizing my point that I thought they were going to see me. He walked out of the room a second, and when he walked back in, he threw my bra into my lap.
âHere. This is all you get to wear.â I gratefully put it on and stood back up. He told me to start picking up cans, trash, and dishes, and I did. As I was picking up, he started cooking. Occasionally, heâd come into the living room where I was gathering cans, and tell me to spread my legs, and he would feel me and rub my clit, before smacking my ass and telling me to keep cleaning.
At one point while I threw away some pieces of trash in the kitchen, roster boy asked to make sure I liked tea. I told him I did, and carried on cleaning. A few minutes later when I came back in, he was pouring tea into a bowl on the ground.
âDrink it,â he told me, pointing to the bowl. I stared at him incredulously, and finally he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. I put off drinking it as long as I could, until I knew I risked getting beat. Finally, I got down on my hands and knees, leaned over the bowl, and began drinking like an animal. I could feel him watching me as he leaned against the counter and drank his tea, and at one point I was sure he was videotaping. Then he stepped behind me, and guided my ass up into the air. He began rubbing my clit, and sliding a finger in and out of my ass. I pulled my head back and whimpered, but he gently pushed my head back down. Every time I stopped, he would tell me to keep drinking. The farther down in the bowl I got, the harder it was to keep my nose and chin (and the rest of my face in general) out of the bowl, and I could feel drips of tea all over my face. Â Finally, he told me to stop drinking, and save the rest to have with my food. In the meantime, I could keep cleaning. I walked out of the kitchen again, and when I came back, sure enough, he set a bowl of spaghetti next to my bowl of tea. âGo ahead,â he said. Once again, I tried my best to push off getting back on the ground, but a little more roughly this time, he pushed me down onto my hands and knees. I began to eat, and at first, did okay staying kind of clean. At the top of the pile, I could carefully pick some off the top. When the bowl started getting slightly emptier though, I had no option but to get some of it on my face. Once again, roster boy watched. Eventually, he wasnât satisfied with my eating methods, and he walked up behind me to push my face all the way into the bowl. I could feel sauce in my nose and on my eyelids and in my hair. He walked back to his spot and told me to keep eating. I told him I was full, mainly because I wanted to be done. I kept my head down with my face close to the bowl, so he couldnât see how ridiculous I looked. He told me too bad, and to keep eating. After a minute, he told me to show him my face. Again, I could feel he was recording me. Reluctantly, I lifted my head, but kept my eyes close so I wouldnât have to look at him. I must have been sufficiently messy for him, because he responded, âGood. Keep eating.â Roster boy stepped out of the kitchen for a minute, and when he came back, I finally finished my spaghetti. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me up the stairs. As I walked up, my stomach dropped when I heard the bathtub filing.
When we got into the bathroom, he didnât push me towards the bathtub, but to the mirror. He told me to look at myself. I really was a disgusting mess. Somehow, more makeup than I even remembered putting on was all under my eyes, and there was red sauce and chunks of food all over, from my chin to my eyes. He told me what a dirty, worthless slut I am, and told me to say it.
âIâm a dirty, worthless slut,â I mumbled, barely audible.
âLouder,â he replied. âAnd look at yourself while you say it.â I looked up at myself for a brief second, but lowered my eyes again when I repeated myself, at about the same level. âI said look at yourself. Make eye contact with yourself and yell it.â I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror, and told myself I was a dirty, worthless slut again. Although I didnât yell it, roster boy seemed satisfied, and told me to suck his dick. As I started to blow him, he began to spit on my face. I continued, and he continued to spit on my face, in my hair, on my chest. He spit into his hands and rubbed it on my face. Then, he cleared his throat and spit it onto his dick, and told me to lick it off. I protested. He grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the toilet.
âEither lick it off or Iâm putting your head under water in the toilet.â I threw a fit, and struggled and whined, but when he began to count down from three, and push me towards the toilet, I quickly got up and licked off his dick, trying not to gag as I did so.
Then, he lead me over to the bathtub, and had me lean over it. He pushed my head under water for a few seconds, and I immediately knew I couldnât handle it. I pushed myself out of the water and gasped for air, even though Iâd only been under for a couple seconds. He tried a couple more times, but each time I pushed myself up out of the water again. Finally, he told me to put my hands behind my back, so Iâd have no way to push myself up. I pleaded with him and tried to bargain that Iâd put one arm behind my back, but he told me I had to try it, and to make fists, so if I needed to safeword I could flatten my hand and heâd know. I tried once, but ended up pulling my arms away and pushing myself out of the water. He asked me if I wanted to try anymore and I said no, so he started fucking me instead, while I was still leaned over the bathtub. Then, he pulled out of my cunt and tried to push into my ass. I cried out, but he told me to relax, and slowly tried to push in. I begged him to stop and pulled away from him, so he told me heâd only go back to fucking my cunt if I fingered my asshole as he did. I reached back with one hand to play with my asshole, and he told me to use the other hand to play with my clit. I did as I was told, but he decided he still wanted to fuck my ass. As he went to push my hand I way, I whined about how he said he would fuck my cunt if I played with my ass and tried to bargain with him more, but bargaining never really works with roster boy. He asked me if I wanted him to go and get lube, and I told him no, thinking that if I said yes it would solidify the fact that he was about to fuck my ass.
âWell I either go get lube or fuck your ass without it,â he said, and I caved and said to get the lube. He got up to go get it, and told me to drown myself while he was gone. I put my head underwater for as long as I could force myself to at a time, but got paranoid I was going to be underwater when he came back and not hear him come up behind me. Thankfully, though, I heard his footsteps as he returned.
After lubing me up, he slowly slid a finger inside of me. I asked him if I could touch myself, and he told me not yet, as he slid another finger inside. I whimpered, and he pulled his fingers out and said now I could. As I began to rub my clit, I felt the head of his dick press up against my ass. I braced myself mentally, while attempting to relax my body as much as possible, and he pushed into me. Once again, I questioned how anyone could say lube makes anal not hurt, as it felt like I was tearing open. He was slow and gentle, and tried to encourage me to relax, but it still took a few minutes for it not to hurt unbearably. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, assuring me that pulling my hair would distract me from my ass. Then he told me to stand up, and asked if I wanted to see myself. He turned me so I was facing the mirror and had me bend over the sink. The spaghetti was off my face, but there was still makeup smudged under my eyes, and my hair was sopping wet. I looked awful, but I loved being able to see him use me. He continued to pull my hair and slap my ass as he fucked me, and I kept rubbing my clit, trying to distract myself. Finally, he pulled me away from the sink and told me to get on my knees in front of the toilet. I whimpered as I did what I was told. He continued to fuck my ass as he told me to lick the toilet seat. I did, trying to impress him so hopefully weâd be done as soon as possible. He told me to put my head in the toilet and I refused. He tried a couple times, then finally lifted the toilet seat and said I could either put my head in the toilet or lick the toilet rim itself. The toilet rim was filthy, and I started to cry and said Iâd put my head in the toilet. He put the seat back down, and pushed my head into the toilet, still while fucking my ass. He told me to drink the water, and that he wanted to hear me licking it. I cried harder, but did as I was told. When I stopped, heâd tell me to keep licking the water or heâd make me drink it all with a straw, and I kept going. Eventually, though, he got distracted, and I was relieved to be able to pull my head out and rest it on the toilet seat as he fucked me. He told me we could be done when I came, and I rubbed my clit greedily, trying to push myself over the edge as quick as possible. It seemed like forever, but finally I came. He continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, then pulled me off the toilet and told me to keep my ass up but lay my chest on the ground. I did as I was told, and he fucked my ass a little bit more, then slowly pulled out. As he stood up behind me, he spit on my back, and I curled up onto my knees, laying on the ground. I was exhausted but surprisingly felt fine. He let some of the cold water out of the bathtub and filled it with warm water, and told me to get in. He sat on the ledge of the bathtub and he adjusted the water, then asked if I wanted him to get in with me. I nodded, and we both sat in the bath and talked for quite a while, until I decided I wanted to shower off and actually wash my hair, and then we both dried off and put our clothes back on. *Disclaimer: everything mentioned is consensual, and I have a safeword and could have stopped at any time. Please donât message my boyfriend or me and tell us our relationship is abusive because weâll both just block you* @hockeyboyontheroster
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