Re: BECOMING MY ROOMMATE'S SLAVE (M/M) *new chapter May 2nd*
Posted: Wed May 24, 2023 9:37 am
CHAPTER 8 – BECOMING DANNY’S HOUSESLAVE
The list of chores was actually pretty long. Well not that long but considering the predicament I was in, I knew that it would take me all day to complete it, which honestly frightens me a bit. Don’t remember why? Well Danny just told me that I had to be done by the time he comes back home or else… anyway, I have to get going.
First on the list was doing the dishes, so that’s what I began with. I usually don’t mind doing the dishes, mainly because I always do it listening to music or watching something on Netflix or Youtube, not covered and locked in tight rubber and gagged at the mercy of some frat guy I met literally two days ago.
As you would expect from a guy like Danny, doing the dishes was not something he enjoyed doing or actually was doing very often. The sink was full of disgusting dirty plates and glasses. I’m sure some of them have been sitting there for at least a month.
The positive side of being locked in a full rubber uniform is that I will not have to directly touch any of those dishes, I guess you can say that Danny got me covered…
I think it took me three full hours to wash all of Danny’s dirty dishes as well as the sink and the rest of the kitchen, which was his second order. The third one was to clean the bathroom. Again, as you would expect from someone like Danny, hygiene was not his main concern, and the bathroom was a pretty good example of that. After two hours of hard work and scrubbing literally every inch of my now Master’s bathroom, I was done with the chores.
Nearly as soon as I was done, I heard the front door opening…
- Wassup faggy, Master’s home! I really hope that you’ve been a good little slave and completed all of your chores!
I didn’t rally know what to do so I stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for Danny to come and see what a good work I did.
- There you are, now you know what, from now on you will be waiting for me on your fucking knees right, by the front door, and each time I’ll come back home, you’ll greet me by taking off my shoes, understood?
- Mmmppphhhh mmmmpppphhhh.
- Good fag. Now, should I say it again or are going to take your Master’s shoes off his marvellous feet?
As soon as he ended his sentence, I practically ran and undid his laces and then took off his shoes. I was immediately greeted with quite a potent smell which entered directly in my nostrils, my mouth still being gagged.
Right after that, I went to put his shoes in his room, and we did a little tour of the apartment so that he could check if I did all of the chores he ordered me to do.
- Now that’s what I’m talking about, see, you’re getting used to it very quickly aren’t you? I’m happy to see that you’re enjoying your new life ahah!
After that Danny took off my maid’s uniform, still leaving me imprisoned in the full rubber catsuit and still gagged. He went to the living room, seated himself in the sofa, and ordered me to give him a foot massage.
For thirty minutes I gave Danny a foot massage. And thirty minutes is a long time, especially when you’re on both of your knees.
At one point, he took off my gag, and sometimes asked me to kiss his feet while he looked directly at me. It was very humiliating, kissing the smelly and humid feet of someone who completely controls and enslaved you.
- You’re thirsty? You may speak.
- Yes Sir.
- Good, open your mouth then
He said right before he placed his face on top of mine and let out an insane amount of spit directly into my waiting mouth. It might sound weird, but as thirsty as I was, Danny’s spit was more than welcome even if it added to the humiliation, something he definitely enjoys, and that’s also something that kind of turns me on, his look when he’s aroused, or when he’s enjoying a situation.
- What do you say fucking faggot?
- Thank you Sir.
- That’s right, now get back to massaging.
His feet were humid from having walked all day, obviously wearing the same pair of sport shoes and probably the same pair of sport socks he’s been wearing for some days now. He looked really relaxed, laying there on the couch sometimes looking at me. He was enjoying it. The smell was strong and was entering my nose directly, it was a smelly sweaty smell, I guess he walked a lot that day.
After some time, some spit gifted to me directly in my mouth and a casual burp, Danny had enough of the massage and decided it was time to eat.
Danny decided to order from Chipotle because he said that I still needed to inform me more and learn how to cook properly for him. He took his phone and ordered his food while he told me to go to the kitchen and get him a coke zero.
When I came back, he ordered me on all four and putted his feet onto my back, a bit like a footrest while he watched a game on TV. Sometimes he putted his smelly feet right in front of my face and ordered me to kiss it.
- The delivery guy will arrive in like 10 minutes, get up and put on your maid uniform.
- Yes Sir.
Of course, I did as I was told and put on the rubber maid’s uniform. Once I was done, I heard the ring bell and obviously what I was afraid would happen, happened.
- Yo bitch, didn’t hear the bell?!
I went to the front door and opened it. A guy, quite cute, was holding Danny’s order. His look immediately changed when he saw me, all locked in rubber.
- Hum… I have an order for Danny.
- Yes, I’ll take it.
- Damn, they really make freshman do weird shit during integration week…
As soon as I had the bag, I closed the door. Fortunately, my face was all covered in rubber so he would not recognise me should he see me again. It was still very embarrassing. Now it was time for me to serve my Master’s dinner…
The list of chores was actually pretty long. Well not that long but considering the predicament I was in, I knew that it would take me all day to complete it, which honestly frightens me a bit. Don’t remember why? Well Danny just told me that I had to be done by the time he comes back home or else… anyway, I have to get going.
First on the list was doing the dishes, so that’s what I began with. I usually don’t mind doing the dishes, mainly because I always do it listening to music or watching something on Netflix or Youtube, not covered and locked in tight rubber and gagged at the mercy of some frat guy I met literally two days ago.
As you would expect from a guy like Danny, doing the dishes was not something he enjoyed doing or actually was doing very often. The sink was full of disgusting dirty plates and glasses. I’m sure some of them have been sitting there for at least a month.
The positive side of being locked in a full rubber uniform is that I will not have to directly touch any of those dishes, I guess you can say that Danny got me covered…
I think it took me three full hours to wash all of Danny’s dirty dishes as well as the sink and the rest of the kitchen, which was his second order. The third one was to clean the bathroom. Again, as you would expect from someone like Danny, hygiene was not his main concern, and the bathroom was a pretty good example of that. After two hours of hard work and scrubbing literally every inch of my now Master’s bathroom, I was done with the chores.
Nearly as soon as I was done, I heard the front door opening…
- Wassup faggy, Master’s home! I really hope that you’ve been a good little slave and completed all of your chores!
I didn’t rally know what to do so I stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for Danny to come and see what a good work I did.
- There you are, now you know what, from now on you will be waiting for me on your fucking knees right, by the front door, and each time I’ll come back home, you’ll greet me by taking off my shoes, understood?
- Mmmppphhhh mmmmpppphhhh.
- Good fag. Now, should I say it again or are going to take your Master’s shoes off his marvellous feet?
As soon as he ended his sentence, I practically ran and undid his laces and then took off his shoes. I was immediately greeted with quite a potent smell which entered directly in my nostrils, my mouth still being gagged.
Right after that, I went to put his shoes in his room, and we did a little tour of the apartment so that he could check if I did all of the chores he ordered me to do.
- Now that’s what I’m talking about, see, you’re getting used to it very quickly aren’t you? I’m happy to see that you’re enjoying your new life ahah!
After that Danny took off my maid’s uniform, still leaving me imprisoned in the full rubber catsuit and still gagged. He went to the living room, seated himself in the sofa, and ordered me to give him a foot massage.
For thirty minutes I gave Danny a foot massage. And thirty minutes is a long time, especially when you’re on both of your knees.
At one point, he took off my gag, and sometimes asked me to kiss his feet while he looked directly at me. It was very humiliating, kissing the smelly and humid feet of someone who completely controls and enslaved you.
- You’re thirsty? You may speak.
- Yes Sir.
- Good, open your mouth then
He said right before he placed his face on top of mine and let out an insane amount of spit directly into my waiting mouth. It might sound weird, but as thirsty as I was, Danny’s spit was more than welcome even if it added to the humiliation, something he definitely enjoys, and that’s also something that kind of turns me on, his look when he’s aroused, or when he’s enjoying a situation.
- What do you say fucking faggot?
- Thank you Sir.
- That’s right, now get back to massaging.
His feet were humid from having walked all day, obviously wearing the same pair of sport shoes and probably the same pair of sport socks he’s been wearing for some days now. He looked really relaxed, laying there on the couch sometimes looking at me. He was enjoying it. The smell was strong and was entering my nose directly, it was a smelly sweaty smell, I guess he walked a lot that day.
After some time, some spit gifted to me directly in my mouth and a casual burp, Danny had enough of the massage and decided it was time to eat.
Danny decided to order from Chipotle because he said that I still needed to inform me more and learn how to cook properly for him. He took his phone and ordered his food while he told me to go to the kitchen and get him a coke zero.
When I came back, he ordered me on all four and putted his feet onto my back, a bit like a footrest while he watched a game on TV. Sometimes he putted his smelly feet right in front of my face and ordered me to kiss it.
- The delivery guy will arrive in like 10 minutes, get up and put on your maid uniform.
- Yes Sir.
Of course, I did as I was told and put on the rubber maid’s uniform. Once I was done, I heard the ring bell and obviously what I was afraid would happen, happened.
- Yo bitch, didn’t hear the bell?!
I went to the front door and opened it. A guy, quite cute, was holding Danny’s order. His look immediately changed when he saw me, all locked in rubber.
- Hum… I have an order for Danny.
- Yes, I’ll take it.
- Damn, they really make freshman do weird shit during integration week…
As soon as I had the bag, I closed the door. Fortunately, my face was all covered in rubber so he would not recognise me should he see me again. It was still very embarrassing. Now it was time for me to serve my Master’s dinner…