House Slut - S01 E54

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House Slut - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

Sam challenges Tegan to complete a simple errand.

Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling as though her mind was simply a passenger in a body that was acting of its own accord. When Sam had ordered her to walk to the store just before dawn clad in nothing but her shoes and stockings and a collar she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with gaffer tape and her own underwear, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the park, struggling to balance in her heels with her wrists bound in front of her and the lingering effects of a decent amount of wine.

Obviously, she felt exposed and vulnerable. While it was still dark it wouldn’t be for long. Even if she moved quickly the store she was being sent to wouldn’t open until six, and then she had to walk back just as people – her neighbours – were starting to go about their day. Not to mention any pre-dawn lurkers in the park. This wasn’t a bad area to live in, not a particularly rough neighbourhood, but even if she wasn’t stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her chest and an extremely uncomfortable rubber plug up her ass she’d have been nervous about walking around in near darkness. As things were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the park sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would take her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no signs of life. She could hear cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the park, though it was inevitable her luck would run out at some point, the longer she was out here.

Suddenly a rustling sound behind her made her turn around, letting out a startled but muffled scream and she tried to raise her hands protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicked movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper arms and steadied her, and it took a few seconds for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes as a mixture of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, relief, shame. For his part, Trevor just held her steady for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steady as he took one corner and gently eased it off, keeping her lips pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the back of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her ruined saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breath. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath.

“Thanks.” She whispered, her voice cracking.

“No problem.” Trevor said. Then after a pause he continued: “Sam sent me to follow and keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t get hurt on your walk. He didn’t tell me to come take your gag off but he didn’t specifically say not to either.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” Was all Tegan could manage as she continued walking, concious that she still had a task to complete. Trevor kept pace with her for a minute before breaking the silence again.

“You ok?” he probed gently.

Tegan ignored the question and countered with her own.

“Did you know? About me being there before you came over tonight?”

“No” Trevor said earnestly. “I trained Sam at the gym when he joined a couple of years back. He doesn’t need a personal trainer anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first time he invited me to a card game though.”

“So he didn’t tell you I’d be there or anything like that?”

“I knew he had some roommates, and one of them was a girl. I didn’t know that was you.”

“Ah.” Tegan. “So he doesn’t know about that time... at the gym?”

“He might.” Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him. “I told him the story over a beer. Y’know, guy talk. That I beat up some kids and this cute girl was so grateful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redhead and walking around with no underwear. He… might have figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that’s why I got the poker invite.”

“Oh.” Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. For some reason this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in contrast with the sexual olympics she’d been participating in. While she’d been becoming more bold in her sexual adventures she wasn’t really used to relative strangers hanging out afterwards like they were on some kind of date.

“You must think I’m pretty fucked up.” Tegan said, fishing for reassurance.

“Well, a bit.” Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a hurt look. “In a good way, y’know? I mean you were pretty forward that time in the gym, tonight was pretty crazy. But I don’t judge. I mean I did go along with it.”

“Why did you?” Tegan asked. “I don’t mean that in any judgey way, I’m genuinely asking.”

“When a cute girl wants to get freaky, it’s kinda hard to turn it down. Even when you have to share.”

“Is that a common occurrence for you?”

“I wish.” Trevor laughed. “Here’s the thing… I once told Sam about this girl I was dating. She had some kinks. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some bondage, spanking, pretty mild stuff. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get rough. Really rough. Slapping, choking, maybe some nonconsent roleplay. I wasn’t into it. Correction, I was into it, but I was afraid to do it. We had a fight about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me ‘bonehead’, which Sam found hilarious. So now ‘bonehead’ is his go to phrase for when I should stop overthinking something and just go with it. That’s how I knew it was consensual. It… it was right?”

“It’s a bit late to be asking isn’t it?” Tegan laughed, trying to keep her voice down as they approached the other side of the park. “Yes. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” Tegan stopped walking and turned to Trevor. “It’s probably going to affect the way you think about me, but I feel like all things considered it probably can’t get much worse. I want to get it off my chest, if that’s ok.”

“Sure.” Trevor said reassuringly.

“About two months ago I quit my job. I told my roommates I got fired. They were going to kick me out and find a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative: me.” Tegan took a deep breath. “It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so become a sexual plaything, to give myself over to someone to use freely. The big hurdle was deciding to offer myself to all three guys instead of just one – but I didn’t want any one guy to feel like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and expenses between them. In exchange, they share the benefits equally. Any time they want, as much as they want, any hole they want.” She paused, trying to read Trevor’s face. When he said nothing she continued.

“So that’s how it was, at first. They’d visit me one at a time, fuck, and go. We progressed to threesomes, and full on group sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with life in general, not having anything to keep busy. When the guys were at work or school or whatever, I had all this time to think, and it made me want more. I started letting them do other things, outside the usual arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more excited and fulfilled I felt.”

“And here we are.” Trevor concluded, gesturing at her naked body in the dim light.

“And here we are.” Tegan agreed. “Sam didn’t know I was going to do that tonight. He tried to trick me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that’s apparently who I am now. In some ways I hate it. In other ways I love it. Do you understand?”

“I think I get it.”

“So here’s the big question: how does that make me seem to you, as a person?”

Trevor took some time to think about it.

“I think you’re doing what a lot of us would do, if we had the courage.”

“Are you just saying that to be nice? I was kind of expecting you to be disgusted.”

“Do you really care what I think?”

“Kind of. To be honest I was considering coming back to the gym and asking you if you wanted to get a coffee some time, but I thought you might not want to date a girl who walked around without any underwear and let a stranger fuck her in the back room of a gym.” Tegan laughed. “I can’t imagine what you think of me now.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I thought about it. But all things considered what I’m really asking if if a guy could even consider dating someone when they’ve seen them like this.”

“I’d have to think about it.”

Tegan glanced over to the store as the shopkeeper flipped the sign to open and took a deep breath.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, probably.” Tegan said.

“Do you know what Sam wrote on the note?”

“No idea. I’m sure it’ll become apparent.” She nodded at the tape stuck to Trevor’s hand. “I probably need that.”

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red mark on her face that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden panties and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another deep breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.



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