Being waited upon, hand and foot, and having a live-in, volunteer slave both eager and willing to follow my commands did have its advantages. According to our house rules, most of them suggested by Josh, he was to handle all the domestic chores. He was to cook, clean, vacuum, and do the laundry. In fact, handsome, eagerly-submissive men should be issued to all single women.

When I said, “Of course you shall, you little whore. I’d expect nothing less. Additionally, when we’re at home, you will wear only a pair of my soiled, used panties, because that’s the only way you’ll ever get into them,” my roommate nearly orgasmed in his pants.

The other house rules outlined specifics of our new arrangement and how I would be addressed. When alone, I was to be addressed as Mistress Lilith or My goddess. If I was expected to dress up like a dominatrix vixen, Lilith seemed appropriate. Lillian doesn’t exactly strike fear and submission into the hearts of men.

My parents sadistically named me Lillian. I was quickly demoted to Lillie, usually, Little Lillie, which was then abbreviated to “l’il Lil,” which I loathed. In my latter years of high school and part of college, I went by Lilith. To me, it represented a fiercely strong, independent woman, taking zero amount of shit from anyone. When I discovered that it was the go-to moniker for the Goths and some others, I just started saying, “call me, Lil.” However, Lil was not the sort to demean others and physically abuse them upon request, so Lilith reemerged.

Josh’s desires astounded me, making me think that, perhaps, the way that bitch, Crystal, had treated him was by design. He wanted to be degraded; he truly got off being ridiculed as a pathetic piece of fuck-trash. Being commanded to serve my pleasures, whatever they may be, made him quiver and shake. Being forced to serve my horny lust, me demeaning him all the while, was my roommate’s heart’s desire.

The word, “midnight,” was the agreed-upon safe word, Lilith’s preferred hour. I very unintentionally became his domineering owner; Josh wanted me to control him in every aspect of his life, at least in private. In public, we remained close, jovial friends. However, as soon as we were hidden from prying eyes, he dropped to his knees, prostrating himself before me, begging to be abused.

While I was hesitant, at first, not knowing how to act or even if I wanted to act that way, it made me feel powerful, desired, sexy, and, somehow, fulfilled. Although I’d never have imagined it, being in control was arousing; whenever he submitted to me, which was constant, I’d get dripping horny. When I finally acquiesced to his constant begging to be whipped, beaten, and paddled, striking him with the flimsy toy whip from my Lion Tamer costume, my panties were drenched to the point that I had to wring them out.

That night, I let him lick the crotch of my panties clean while making him stare at my dripping cunt. Then, because I was feeling generous, I let him jack his cock into my panties while whipping and verbally degrading my roommate. I condescendingly ordered him to sleep with my soiled panties, as I didn’t need them, since I was going into my bedroom to masturbate, loudly. I did exactly that, screaming out my pleasures, fucking my overheated twat with the whip handle. Hearing his pathetic moans, knowing that the only thing he could do was lick and sniff my panties, gave me some of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

The following morning, nothing was said, but Josh couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Look at me, you worthless, pathetic slime,” I scolded, trying to not smile when he sheepishly raised his gaze to meet my eyes. “I’m going shopping, today, and you shall remain here.”

“Yes, Mistress Lilith.”

“By the time I get home, I demand that you have my panties and nightshirt hand washed, have dinner ready for me, movies picked out, and rum and popcorn ready to go.”

“Yes, my goddess. What kind of movies?”

“Types of movies, you worm. I want something good, sexy, and entertaining. I’ll be back around six.”

“But, Mistress Lilith,” he pled with a wavering voice.

I shot him a withering glare. “Yes, slave?”

“What do you command your worthless toy to wear? You haven’t instructed your slave.”

“Have you cleaned my panties from last night, the ones you shot your pathetic little wad into?”

“Not yet, my goddess, it’s next on my chore list.”

“Those will suffice. Don’t wash them, wear them dirty. If you’re good, then maybe I’ll beat you, tonight.”

“Please, Mistress Lilith! I promise I’ll be good. Just promise me you’ll beat me hard.”

I said, “Maybe. Be a good, pathetic fuck toy and we’ll see.”

Josh was a good boy. Not only did he do all of his chores, but he prepared a spectacular meal and had everything perfect for me by the time I returned. I’d even picked up a little, leather paddle for later use.

As I settled onto the couch, one leg extended, the other bent up to show my slave my soaking panties to lust over, he had my drink perfectly mixed, and popcorn at the ready. He even picked an intelligent, entertaining movie with hot sex scenes. The female lead was an assertive spy, using her feminine wiles to seduce her marks. It had hot action and hotter sex.

Since he was well-behaved and pleased me, I permitted Josh to sit on the couch.

“Rub my feet, you needle-dicked maggot.” His skin flushed red with excitement. “That feels good; that’s one thing you can at least do passably. Get my legs, too.”

The movie got sexier, and my state of arousal surged higher and higher. During a particularly hot love scene, without thinking, I slid my hand under my panties and gave my clit a little rub. The effect on Josh was amazing. He stopped and stared, his mouth open, little whimpers escaping it.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, you little pervert. You may look, but don’t stop massaging me. Keep your worthless hands in motion.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I let his lack of addressing me as Lilith pass, for the moment.

My pussy was so wet, that I decided to finger myself to completion. There was no reason for me to stop; Josh wanted to be treated like property, and I’d masturbated in front of material possessions before. However, I was feeling more cruel and empowered than usual.

Rather than just stroke my clit, I pulled the crotch of my panties aside, eliciting tortured moans from my friend. Two of my fingers thrust into my soaked hole, horny sounds emanating. I just leaned back, loving the feeling of his hands on my legs, his hot breath warming my skin, and my fingers buried in my cunt, I watched the movie, approaching orgasm.

“You’ve been good, you may lick my pussy, worm.”

“Thank you,” Josh cried, immediately positioning himself between my legs. His tongue was hot and wet against my heated wetness, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. “Your pleasure is my command.”

“That’s it, you pathetic shit. Lick my fucking cunt with your worthless tongue. At least it’s bigger than your tiny, little cock. You’re nothing more than a fuck toy, here to make me cum; so, do it. Fucking suck my clit, you little man-whore.”

My hands sought and grabbed two handfuls of his immaculate hair, forcefully pulling his face into my dripping slit. “That’s it; that’s it. Don’t stop. I don’t care if you suffocate, because you’re worthless garbage. Fucking lick me.”

A back-bending orgasm ripped through me, curling my toes and making me scream. My thighs locked around his head, holding him in place. “Keep licking, you fucking, worthless piece of shit, and I’ll spank you, later.”

He must have licked me to four orgasms that night, and the more I belittled Josh, the more aroused he became. Paddling his eager ass was a learning experience, as it took me more than a few swats to find the intensity that he enjoyed the most. When I found the force that made him beg for more, I wailed on his ass, letting the blows fly.

“Now, take my soaked panties and cum in them, you little fuck.”

Three sound blows resonated through the living room, his squeals of both pain and delight following.

“Do you know why you’re not allowed to do anything but whack off?”

“Because I’m your little, panty-wearing slave who only deserves to serve you, Mistress Lilith.”

“That’s right, you scum.” More blows came as he furiously jacked his throbbing cock. I had to laugh at the sight of him, on his one hand and knees, his other hand pumping his shaft.

“You’re a worthless worm,” my paddle struck hard with each syllable. “You’re fucking pathetic, barely good enough to lick my cunt.”

“I’m cumming, Mistress Lilith,” Josh screamed. His body convulsed with release, moans, which I allowed, coming out in gasps.

After that night, I felt much more comfortable being sexual around him. Of course, we talked things out, like the friends we were, the next day. It was all in my hands.

“First off, Josh, this steak is perfect,” I complimented him over dinner. “Secondly, is actual sex part of your fantasies, or is this all you want?”

“If my goddess, Mistress Lilith, deems me worthy to pledge her my cock to use and control, I would willingly please you.”

I took that as a ‘yes.’

Later that night, I let him beg me to use his cock for my pleasure. Knowing that he wanted cruelty and denial, I denied him the pleasure of his slightly impressive cock in my hot, juicy cunt.

“You haven’t earned the privilege of fucking me, maggot, have you?”

“No, my goddess, I’m a pathetic little slut with a tiny dick.”

“Keep licking my pussy, my dirty, little slut. Make me cum.”

“I’ve been your good slave, Mistress Lilith. Please let me fuck you.”

“No, worm! After you make me cum, I’m going to go to the nightclub and find a real man to fuck me.”

“Yes, my goddess. I’m not worthy, I know.”

“When I get home, you may listen at my door while, but you are not allowed to touch me with your shriveled-up excuse for a cock.”

After I let him give me a few orgasms, I put my sexy panties back on, after he licked my nectar from the crotch, and went out. Regretfully, there weren’t any men that caught my eye, so I went shopping at the local adult store and found a big paddle. I just knew that Josh would jizz himself over it.

Still, I kept my word and let him listen at my door as I masturbated furiously, fucking my aching cunt with the bulbous end of the paddle. I even gave my thighs a few swats, with both sides, so I knew how much force to exert when I punished him as a reward for being a good, little slut.

When I finished fucking my pussy, I called out. “For tomorrow night, I want my black, leather boots spit-shined. I have something special in mind. Did you get off hearing my moans of pleasure, knowing that you could never please me like that?”

“Yes, my goddess. Thank you, Mistress Lilith.”

Over breakfast, a very well-prepared ham and cheese omelet, I presented him with a gift. “Although you’re a pathetic, little cunt with a tiny cock, you’ve been serving me well,” I scolded. “You may now wear this collar to demonstrate your devotion to your mistress.”

He eagerly took the collar, “Owned” embossed on a shiny, steel plate riveted to it and put it on, thanking me.

“Now, you dirty, little pervert, once you finish your chores for the day, you may dress in street clothes and go out and enjoy the day…”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress Lilith.”

“But,” I interrupted. “Under your clothing, you shall wear my sodden panties, so you know who owns you and whose collar you wear.”

Josh remained silent, only nodding, but his entire body reverberated with horny pleasure. I spent my day preparing for what I intended to do. As per my commands, the bathroom was sparkling and spotless, with fresh, clean towels waiting for me. A long, hot bath took up most of my afternoon.

As the hot water soothed me, the rose scent and bubbles adding a sense of luxury, I shaved silky smooth and planned out the evening’s events. I began trimming and shaping my pubic hair but opted to let the razor scrape away my womanly hair to provide extra sensitivity. My toned, muscular legs were cleanly shaven as well; the only hair left on my body was atop my head, the dark, long tresses soaking in rejuvenating treatments.

Attempts at being clinical about things utterly failed. Not long after I began mulling over what to wear, my hands found their way to my pussy. Sighing with pleasure, one sudsy leg hanging over the side of the tub, I slowly caressed my clit, my wetness oozing out to mix with the perfumed water.

When I imagined how I’d look in my newly polished boots, I added a finger to my scorching canal, fucking myself gently and slowly. When I recalled my never-worn bodice, I couldn’t help but pull my swollen tits up near my mouth, letting my tongue flick at my hardened nipples.

By the time I’d gotten to the notion that I’d be commanding him to fuck me exactly how I wanted, my fingers were fucking me deeply, my other hand flying over my clit so quickly that the water splashed and sloshed. At first, I tried to curtail the churning but soon realized that my slave would eagerly clean up, so I let loose and gave myself an earth-shattering orgasm.

Josh had gotten home shortly after I’d ended bathing and applied my makeup. “Undress, you pathetic fuck and get your cock hard for me, but you are forbidden from cumming.”

“Yes, my goddess.”

“Pour me a strong triple, pack my pipe, and be kneeling in front of my door for when I want them.”

I heard the appropriate sounds, some fapping noises, and smiled to myself. I took my time pulling on the shiny, knee-high boots. Feeling the leather caress my flesh soaked my panties. I was already wet with anticipation, but the thought of dominating sexy, handsome Josh had me in a sexual fervor.

“I’m at the door, Lil,” I heard.

“You shall address me as ‘my goddess’ or ‘Mistress Lilith,’ is that clear, you pathetic fuck toy?”

“Yes, my goddess, Mistress Lilith; I’m not worthy of you. I just wanted you to know I was waiting to serve you.”

“And as per our house rules, you are not permitted to speak to me unless spoken to. Knock with your empty head, since your hands are full.”

The gratifying sound of three thunks on my door made me giggle. Topless, my nipples hard and erect from the raging fire in my core, I opened the door. My roommate gasped at the sight of me, his hard-on growing even larger as it bounced and pulsed to his heartbeat.

Sadistically, I shoved my hand beneath my thong, wetting my fingers with my cunt’s juice. Forbidding him to move, I then rubbed it all over his upper lip, knowing that he could smell my arousal.

“See how fucking horny I am? If you behave and take your punishment like the good little slut you are, I might let you fuck my hot, wet, juicy cunt. Until then, you cannot lick my nectar off your lips. You must smell it, knowing that if you please me, I shall reward you by allowing you to further pleasure me.”

“Thank you, Mistress Lilith.”

“Stop panting over my tits, you dirty filth.”

“You’re a goddess, Mistress Lilith. I can’t help myself.”

“Disobedient scum! How dare you?”

I took two steps toward him, my burning slit directly in front of his nose. Josh had my drink in one hand, the pipe and a lighter held in the other. Grabbing his head, harshly, I pulled it to my pussy and humped his face with vigor until my cunt was on horny fire. My frenzied, impassioned actions caused some of my rum and cola to spill from the glass.

“Look at what you did, you worthless little pervert! You not only spilled my drink, but you dirtied my floor. Now lick up the mess you made, then crawl back into the kitchen and prepare me a fresh drink.”

Josh’s entire body shivered, a huge, beaming smile erupting on his blushing face. “Yes! Thank you, Mistress Lilith!”

I watched, awed and amused, as he enthusiastically leaned forward, setting the still mostly-full glass down, and happily lapped away.

“You’re like a pathetic, mangy dog, aren’t you, slave? You need training because all you know is how to lap things up. Do I need to buy you a bowl to eat from? You’re a worthless nothing.”

“Some is on my goddess’ boots,” he lied. “Shall I lick Mistress’ boots clean?”

“No, maggot. Offer me my smoke, then go get me another drink.”

Josh had a very nice ass. Watching him crawl away, his full balls swinging, was quite the vision. I casually fingered my clit through my shiny black panties as I watched him. It was sexy having such a fine specimen of masculinity at my beck and call, and comical seeing him struggle to crawl with the glass held in one hand.

“Since you ruined my drink, you may have what’s left. Pour mine in a fresh glass and wait in the living room on your knees, slave.”

I turned and finished dressing, my bodice being the only thing left. Finally dressed and hornier than I ever recall being, I strutted down the hall, nodding sternly to my obedient property. The pipe was in one hand, the ominous-looking paddle in the other. The metallic anal plug on the end gleamed in the light.

I slammed the leather torture device on the tabletop, a resounding crack startling him. “This is for later, you filthy little pervert. Now, stand to be inspected, arms at your sides, eyes forward.”

I let my friend and roommate quickly down his drink while I toked a deep one off the pipe, before setting it down. Josh jumped to his feet, his impressive erection sticking forth like a semi-thick pole. With my back arched slightly to make my boobs stick out, I circled him three times, degrading him the entire time.

“You call yourself a man? Look at you, worthless and weak. You’re a tiny worm with an even smaller dick. My slaves need to be in shape; round is not a shape! We’ll need to add a daily workout to your regime, so you have the strength to serve me. You’re worthless, pathetic, a little man-slut, a whore; you are just a pathetic, quivering, fuck, unworthy of my cunt. You’re lucky that I’m fucking horny.”

When I finished circling him, I stood before him, haughty and dominant. “What a tiny, little wiener you have. It’s not even big enough to be a dick, let alone call it a cock.”

That is where I made my mistake. I knew he got off on being abused and dominated, but I had no idea just how much my degradation aroused him. I grabbed it with one hand, my eyes murdering his with my malicious stare. I stroked it as I showered him with insults.

With each word, I stoked his shaft. “Tiny, pathetic, little, worthless, cock.”

That was too much for Josh. With a terrified look and a guttural shriek, his cock erupted from my stroking. Multiple geysers of hot spunk shot from his manhood, landing on the floor and my boots.

“Look at what you did, you pathetic, little pervert. Not even enough of a man to hold your jizz until you have permission to cum. How fucking dare you receive pleasure without permission!”

I stomped to the table and grabbed the paddle, examining it, my thoughts instantly reliving all the events that led up to that very moment. Of course, I made him crawl to me, verbally degrading him even more, my words daggers of loathing. As I ridiculed him, his cock grew erect once more.

“That’s it, you little cum whore, lick your cum off my boots.” I held the paddle in front of me, more to hide the fact that I was humping it than to menace him.

“Do you like the taste of your cum?” I asked. “I bet your sperm reeks of pathetic filth. That’s it; lick it all up like a good, little slave.”

“Please punish your toy,” he begged. “Spank me hard; make me scream.”

“As you wish. Assume the position.”

I poured scathing, denigrating commentary over him as I paddled his exposed ass. I thought about gagging him with my panties but decided that I’d rather hear his whelps of pleasurable pain.

”Clumsy oaf, spilling my drink.”

Three semi-hard blows fall on his buttocks, making him groan in horny agony. Josh’s ass reddened, turning crimson.

“Premature ejaculator, cumming on my clean boots.”

The word “Slave” was now showing on his ass, my blows precise and accurate.

I was getting deeper into my role. “Pathetic,” thwack, smack, thud, “little,” smack, thwack, crack, “slut-boy.”

On the final blow, to my extreme dismay, Josh’s cock erupted with another orgasm.

“How fucking dare you cum, again, you pathetic loser.”

“Forgive me, Mistress. Punish me more! Fuck my ass, please!”

“Look, you feeble insect.”

His head turned, mouth agape, as I stripped off my panties. My cunt was gushing wetness, the lips swollen and pouting. I turned the paddle around and thrust the metal end inside my snatch, moaning at the sensation. Thrusting it in and out, then rubbing it between my labia, I soaked the plug, then turned to my voluntary slave with a look of ire on my face.

Without hesitation, I knelt beside him and plunged the tool of punishment into his sphincter. Josh moaned at that, his face a mask of horny arousal and discomfort. I reached beneath his taut stomach as he knelt and stroked his limp cock hard and fast. I had intended on fucking his ass with the paddle, but Josh immediately began humping back onto it. Moaning with each self-induced thrust.

The combination of me stroking him, verbally abusing my pathetic slave, and being anally reamed got his cock hard for the third time, extremely quickly. Within less than ten minutes, his hard shaft was throbbing in my hand.

“Lie on your back, you pathetic fucking bitch. You shall remain motionless while I use your cock for pleasure. Eyes closed, maggot!”

He hurried to follow my commands, then I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his turgid member. I barreled down on his cock, feeling his balls press against my ass, and rode him, fingering my clit in earnest as I continued spewing out degrading insults.

“Your cock doesn’t even feel good, you piece of perverted filth. It’s too small. When we’re done, you’ll have to go buy me a big dildo, so I can feel it, you little whore.”

Josh was moaning, which I ignored, as an intense orgasm grew in the pit of my body. “You’re worthless, fucking useless. Can’t clean, can’t cook, barely making me cum…Fuck, I’m coming. Don’t you dare cum.”

Screaming my head off, I rode him while wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over me. Josh struggled, his breath coming in panting heaves, but he didn’t shoot his wad in me. When I’d had my fill of his cock, I climbed off.

“Now kneel before your goddess and jack off for my visual pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress Lilith; thank you, my goddess. Please tell your slave how worthless he is.”

I did just that, degrading him, constantly, until he shot a pathetic load into my cupped hand. I was amazed that he managed to have that many orgasms. Cruelly, I grabbed his head and pulled it into my palm.

“Now, lick your filthy cum out of my hand, you worthless little fuck toy.” My roommate eagerly complied.

“What next, my goddess,” he asked.

I looked at the clock, stunned that several hours had passed when I had thought only minutes had gone by.

“I don’t know, Josh. Do you feel up for a movie or something? You know, just as friends.”

“Sure, my goddess. Will you please still wear the boots?”

The End