Punishing His Roommate Pt. 10

Chapter title: Vanessa's Escapades

Vanessa

When we walked inside the sex shop, a young woman wearing a sundress greeted us. She quite politely said hello and then continued on into the store.

The sex shop was filled with every last thing you could think of. There was a wall just for vibrators, an aisle for dildos, a section just for butt stuff, then there was a BDSM section. All different kinds of impact toys, nipple clamps, leashes, gags and so much more. I couldn't even sit and register every single thing that was in that section of the store.

The entire store was quite large and very clean. It was on the second floor so the entryway was small, but once we were inside, it looked much larger. In all honesty, it was quite overwhelming.

In the centre of the store was a big glass display with different dildos inside it. They did not look like human cocks in the least. Some were big and others were small but they were all different colours, and shapes. They were all still in nature but it was as if someone imagined penises for fantasy beings and aliens. Some were green, others blue or a mix of different colours. They had veins and ribs going up them. Each one was a little bit different from the last.

"What're you thinking about?" Eric asked me.

"There's just so much stuff here," I explained. "It's all a little overwhelming."

"Thinking about all the things I could do to you, huh?"

I looked up at Eric then. He had been whispering into my ear so I couldn't see his face. I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well for one I wasn't exactly planning on having you ride a dragon dildo," he chuckled.

"I just was fascinated is all. I've never seen anything like those before," I explained, feeling my cheeks go red.

"Uh huh," Eric replied. He moved his hand to my lower back and then started leading me through the store back towards the BDSM section. He picked up a pair of ornate nipple clamps. Then held them towards my chest.

"I think you'd look so pretty in these," he told me.

"Oh?"

"They connect together and have an attachment so I can lead you by them."

That was so much more humiliating and degrading than just a simple leash. It was a leash attached to my tits.

"Oh..." I was struggling to give him a reply. My mind was just filled with all the possibilities. Anticipation surged inside my stomach.

"And I was thinking of getting you one of these. So you know where your place always is," Eric said then picking up another packet. This one was a dildo gag. A gag that had a small dildo that sat inside your mouth while you wore it.

"Yes Sir," I just said. "What else?"

I held onto the nipple clamps and the gag as Eric continued to lead me through the store.

"I think we need something fun to beat you with," Eric said to me.

"I don't want to be beaten. I will concede to a spanking or beating if I deserve it," I said as quietly as I could. I didn't want anyone in here to hear me say things like that. It was just us one other customer and two workers. The lady behind the counter and an older man stocking the shelves.

"Well in that case, I want you to pick something that will hurt so I can punish you with it. I want you to be scared of it when you see it. And when I do decide to punish you, you will go get it for me and ask me to beat you with it."

"You want me to ask to be punished?" My eyes widened. I had done it once before, but that was different. That punishment was so bad. I wasn't planning on repeating that in the future.

"Well, I guess I got a taste for it when you practically begged me to finish your punishment that other time," Eric told me. "Now if you don't pick something I will and you won't like it."

Fear zipped through me. I didn't want Eric to pick something. I figured if I at least did it then I could pick something that wasn't so bad.

I walked up to the wall of impact toys. There was paddles, floggers, riding crops, whips, and straps. Then between the categories there was big and small of each category, some had words on them, others were blank. All in all there was just so much to pick from. I noticed then on the side of the wall where all the impact toys were was a poster. It had a diagram showing the pain level levels of each toy and the kind of pain that they would administer. Stingy or thuddy.

I turned back to Eric. "I think we need two," I said to him.

He gave me a confused smile. "Why?" He asked.

"Some are stingy and some are thuddy, I don't know what I prefer."

Eric looked like he was thinking for a moment then he nodded long and slow. "Okay. Pick two but under one condition."

"What's that?"

"I get to use both of them on you tonight. Not for a punishment but for no reason at all. Well, the reason would be so you can decide which one you prefer."

I thought about it for a moment. What he was saying did make sense. I just didn't like being hit. Well, it seemed to turn me on a fair bit. But the idea of being hit when I hadn't done anything to deserve it felt wrong.

"Okay but they can't be proper spankings just testing it out," I said to Eric.

He nodded at me. Satisfied with our compromise I picked up a leather flogger. It had a braided handle and at least thirty tassels. According to the chart that could go either way. We already had a small leather paddle which was quite thuddy. I looked at the long canes. The I grabbed one just based on how it looked and ignored the warning that it was quite a harsh object. When I presented it to Eric he laughed at me.

"You're going to cry with that," he said.

"Only if you make me cry."

"That's true... Okay fine. Only because we already have one of each of most things."

He grabbed both the flogger and the cane from me and started walking to the counter. I followed after him but by the time I got there he was paying and the lady was bagging our items for us. I went to say something but was silenced when I felt Eric's hand hold mine. He said thank you to the woman and we walked out of the store together.

***

By the time we got back to the apartment it was late and we were both exhausted. I woke up before Eric this time and snuck out of his bed. I walked naked through the apartment and into the kitchen where I made us both coffee and some breakfast. When I was finished I drank some of mine before taking both cups back to the room. I put his on his nightstand and drank mine while I kneeled next to the bed on his side.

When I finished drinking my coffee Eric still hadn't woken up. I sighed and went and grabbed my collar and leash and put it on. I hoped he would be pleased when he woke up.

Five more minutes passed and a half yawn half groan came from Eric.

"Good morning, Sir," I said.

He jumped a little but when he rolled in my direction he settled. He seemed to still be overcome by sleep and wasn't completely grasping what was happening. Then Eric rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. He pulled the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Good morning, pet."

I picked up my leash and offered it to him.

Eric took it then pulled me by it until my head was hovering over his morning wood.

"Kiss it," he said.

I chuckled and kissed the tip. He let go of me and I sat back down on my heels, fluttering my lashes at him for a moment before regaining myself. "I made you coffee."

Eric picked up his mug and drank the coffee. "This is good," he said, before setting it down. "I'll drink this here while you hold my cock in your mouth, okay?"

"Yes Sir."

"Vanessa, I need you to be more enthusiastic about my cock," he chastised.

"How so?" I furrowed my brows at him.

"Having my cock inside you is a privilege. Act like it."

I realised then what he was playing at. I looked up at him, biting my lip. "Thank you for letting me have your cock, Sir."

"Good."

He picked up his mug and started ignoring me. I knew that was my cue to use my mouth. I took his cock deep into my throat and then when I went to move up his shaft Eric held me there. I wasn't choking but it wasn't exactly comfortable. He held me like that for five minutes before letting go. When I got up he stood and took my leash.

"Crawl bitch."

I began crawling behind him. He led me out to the living area.

"I made us some breakfast," I then informed him. "If you want to eat before it goes cold. I'm not hungry though."

Eric looked back at me.

"You're becoming such a good little housewife and before you couldn't even wash a pan," he said with a chuckle.

I realised then I had not cleaned up after myself. I just smiled and nodded at Eric.

"I was going to spend the morning using those new toys on you but why don't we have breakfast first?"

"Good idea, Sir," I replied.

We went and sat at the table, I was allowed to stand to get breakfast and get into my chair. I did so and tried to clean up a bit but it was no use. I went and put the food out onto the table before sitting across from Eric.

The fact that I was in a leash and collar didn't stop us from having a normal conversation. We discussed work, the weather, and hobbies in common, all very normal stuff. In fact sometimes the normalcy is what made the other things we did so dirty. We were able to decompress and take a break so when we came back to it we were both completely ready.

Once we were done with breakfast I offered to clean up and went straight for the pan I used before any of the plates. Eric came up into the kitchen before I could dry it and hide it, witnessing what felt to me like a crime. I turned around with the pan when I heard his footsteps, still full of soap.

"Why do you look guilty?" he asked.

I turned back to the sink to continue washing up. I finished the pan and put it in the drying wrack before picking up a plate.

"Are you going to answer me?" he growled.

"Yes?"

"So answer."

"I didn't wash the pan before... I forgot. But I did it now," I said, still facing away. Eric's laughter came from behind me before I felt his lips against the back of my neck.

"Relax, you're not always in trouble," he said.

"Sure feels like it," I grumbled, earning another laugh.

***

Over the course of the afternoon Eric fucked me every which way. It began when I leant over the back of the sofa to reach something. I was naked per his instructions. Eric pushed his cock deep inside my cunt, and a few moments later I got wet. The surprise of it all was thrilling. I moaned, gripping the pillows in front of me as he thrust deeper and deeper.

"You're always available for me, aren't you?"

"Always, Sir," I moaned.

This riled him up further. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed so hard into me the sound was reverberating around the apartment. I felt like his personal little rag doll. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"When do you take my cock?" He groaned.

My head was spinning. His question was so simple and yet I was struggling to answer. I opened my mouth, only for a moan to slip out. Eric grabbed me by the hips with both hands as he fastened his pace. He picked up his pace going faster than ever. I rocked back and forth matching his movements. My clit rubbed against the couch elevating my pleasure-- quicker than usual. I white knuckled the couch as Eric slapped my ass making me scream.

"When do you take my cock?" He repeated. There was no room for argument in his tone, it was making me whimper. He made me feel so submissive in a way I'd never experienced in my life. Even when I had submitted to partners in the past-- this was different. Eric was different.

"Whenever you want me to take it," I finally spat out.

"Good fucking girl," he said. I cried out my pleasure as my clit rubbed further into the couch while his cock hit deeper inside me. I squeezed my walls around him. My orgasm took over my body and I was bucking on the back of the couch. I accidentally leaned forward and my feet came off the floor but Eric held me in place.

"Where do you want my cum?" He asked.

"Inside me," I managed to reply.

He came within a few more thrusts.

"Fuck... fuck," he murmured as his orgasm gripped him. He squeezed my hips harder and smacked the side of my ass with one hand as he rode out his pleasure still fucking me at the same time.

He held himself inside me but then he started fucking me all over again.

"How?" I rasped.

"I'm still hard..."

"But you came," I said, bracing myself.

"Sometimes this happens," he chuckled.

Eric then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. My feet found the ground somehow. His cock slipped out of me as he walked me around the length of the couch then sat down.

"Ride me," he commanded. His cock was still so hard considering he just came. I hopped on top of him, straddling him with shaky legs before lowering myself down over his shaft.

Eric felt so big inside me. I almost couldn't believe how many times we had fucked that day. My pussy was starting to grow tired of it all. But that didn't stop arousal from flooding my body. I was like a slave to my desires when it came to Eric. A moan escaped me. I had my hands on his shoulders so I could steady myself while straddling his lap. After the first few slow strokes of my bouncing, I began to bounce faster and faster. The angle of his cock was pressing up into my G spot somehow. Pleasure flooded me. I was slowly but surely losing control.

"Would you do anything for me?" Eric asked. His tone was so dominant. The question repeated in my mind again and again. Like a broken record. I would do anything for him, especially when it came to the sort of things he was referring to. It was an almost scary thought to think that I would degrade myself and humiliate myself just for his pleasure. But it was true and I would. I was falling deeper and deeper into the hole of submission.

"Anything," I cried.

I started fucking Eric faster if that was even possible. I squeezed my pussy around his length as I pulled up. Eric hissed at the sensation. I had read about it in a magazine somewhere a long time ago. I knew sometimes my pussy would do it on its own accord. Spasm and squeeze the cock that was inside me. But this time I did it on purpose.

"Would you let me do anything to you?" Eric then asked. He was in the throes of arousal I could tell. He was completely taken in the whirlwind of his own domination. It wasn't even the Eric I knew on a day-to-day basis but a deeper, more primal version of him.

"Almost anything," I cried.

Eric tangled a hand through my hair. He bundled it up into a ponytail and pulled it. Pain and pleasure zip through all at once. My mind was in a whirlwind of sensations whenever we did things like this. I loved the juxtaposition. The contrast of being pleasured and destroyed all at once.

As the cacophony of pleasure pushed up my body and exploded into an earth shattering orgasm, I started fucking wild on Eric. He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips and started taking control of my movements.

My soul practically left my body as pleasure took over. I was floating up in space, untethered, Eric kept me grounded and bouncing. I was all moans and sighs as my over sensitive pussy continued getting fucked.

Eric came inside me with a grunt.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby," he said. He grabbed me as he slowed his movements, his hands on my face. He kissed me, hard, dominating me even in the sweetest gesture.

We came apart from the kiss and his hand travelled from my cheek to my Hair holding me in place. I looked into Eric's eyes. I was so dazed and full of pleasure. Sometimes when I looked at him, I felt like I must be addicted. I never had any addictions before, but this is the closest thing to me that felt like one.

As Eric pulled his cock out of me, I shifted so I was still able to straddle him. I slid right up against his torso, so we were skin to skin. I laid my head on his shoulder, our heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room.

After this we went about our day. I had to do a few things around the apartment because I knew I wouldn't be able to through the week.

Eric took the opportunity to shove his cock inside me whenever he was able. His stamina was impressive.

We took a break as dinner came and went. Then Eric suggested we go for a drive.