Sleep

Too exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally, you went to sleep. Your dreams that night replayed the events in the bathroom with some variation:

"So boi, you wanna be my bitch?"
"Yes."
SMACK
"Yes, Sir. I want to be your little bitch-boi."
"Good, you'll make a fine bitch one day."
Jacob unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect 11" long cock. "Like what you see?" He started stroking it, reaching down to your member and resting yours on top of his. "See this is what a real man's cock looks like. You don't even really have a cock"
You looked down, shocked at the contrast. Your pale cock, erect from embarrassment, was less than half the length of his lengthy organ and much thinner. Is mine smaller? Holy shit... his is as thick as my forearm. I wonder what it feels like...
"Now kneel boi."

DAY I

You woke up confused and horny. You took care of your erection during your morning shower, trying (and failing) not to think of your erotic dream. You dressed rather plainly for the day, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. Your classes went by easily since it's syllabus week, but the hours dragged by slowly as you stared at the clock-dreading 5 PM.

Eventually the fateful hour arrived. You arrived at Jacob's house 10 minutes early, but stood outside the front door for 5 minutes working up your nerves. You inhaled deeply, exhaled deeply, opened the door, then walked inside. The door opened into a sparsely furnished living room. Light hardwood floors matched the beige-painted walls. A quick glance revealed an arch to your right that went into a kitchen, while another on the opposite wall led into a hallway. Some posters for video games, rappers, and basketball teams decorated the walls.

Jacob sat on a couch to your left, a lit blunt in his mouth with his feet up on a coffee table cluttered with a few empty beer cans and a box of Chinese food. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and white wife-beater. His casual-wear, I guess. Jacob glanced at you as you entered, focused on playing a shooter on his TV. He pointed to the floor next to him and continued playing.

Taking that as your cue, you stripped off all your clothes, setting them neatly next to the front door. Heart thumping you knelt on the ground where he pointed. Unsure of what to do or where to look, you awkwardly looked at the ground waiting for him to finish his game.

"Alright dudes, I got a bitch here so I'm getting off." He paused then laughed, "Yeah, she's a new one, I still gotta break her in." She? Well, I guess he doesn't want his friends to know what he's actually doing. But wait, if he doesn't want people to know he's gay-or at least bi- how would he **** me...

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Jacob setting the controller down on the table. He turned the TV off before standing up and turning towards you, inhaling deeply from his blunt. He exhaled, saying, "You made the smart choice coming here bitch-boi. And early too! I like that enthusiasm." He leaned down and offered you a hit from the blunt.

"Oh, sorry I don't-" You were cut off by a slap across the face, much harder than any of the ones from the previous day.

"Three things: 1. Do not speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission, understand?"

You meekly rubbed your cheek before returning your hand to your lap, "Yes, Sir."

"2. When in my apartment you will speak in a high-pitched voice... try to impersonate a girl. Do you understand?"

You briefly reconsidered if all this was worth it, but decided that you were in too deep already. Clearing your throat slightly, you manage to squeak out a high-pitched "Yes, Sir."

"3. I'm not asking if you want to hit this, I'm telling you to hit this."

You opened your mouth to speak, but remembered what Jacob had just said and chose to nod instead. You parted your lips and let him put the blunt to your mouth, inhaling a small hit from it. The effects hit you pretty quickly since you had never smoked, and you quickly became painfully conscious of your situation. Naked, kneeling in a stranger's apartment, and high on who-knows-what. This could go really poorly.

Jacob stood up and set his blunt in the ashtray. "Stay here, keep your hands on your thighs, and keep your eyes on your pathetic dicklette."

You did as he said, but even looking down you could see him walk down the hallway in your periphery. He returned a moment later and walked behind you. You felt something cold and smooth slip around your neck and then tighten. Jacob walked in front of you, a pink leash-lead in his hand running to your neck.

"You are my bitch. If you weren't sure before, I hope this," he lifted the lead, "will cement that fact in your mind. I will leave this out for you every time you come over. You will put it on immediately after getting naked and kneeling. Do you understand boi?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. While in my house you will crawl on all fours behind me whenever we move rooms until I say otherwise. Nod if you understand."

You nodded, hoping this ordeal wouldn't last long.

Jacob yanked the leash upwards, "Stand, look at my eyes, and lift your arms above your head."

You did as he said. Looking into his eyes awoke a primal fear in your stoned mind, and you couldn't but start to shake slightly. Jacob seemingly paid no mind to your fear, instead leaning in close and examining your face for a moment. After that he moved on to your chest, then armpits, then down to your crotch, flaccid from the adrenaline at the moment, then down to your legs. He circled around you and spread your ass-cheeks. You squirmed slightly feeling his fingers so close to your anus, but made no sound or overt movement.

"On your hands and knees, follow me boi."

He led you down the hallway turning into a bathroom. Turning on the sink and blocking the drain, he said "Stand."

You did as he said, and he grabbed a can of shaving cream and a razor. He spent the next 45 minutes shaving your face and entire body. After finishing he grabbed a pink bottle of lotion and opened it, filling the bathroom with the scent of lilacs. Feeling his hands apply the soothing lotion on your freshly-smoothed skin was surprisingly sensual. Your cock began to grow until your erection was almost painful.

"I knew you'd like this. I'm doing you a favor today by shaving you, you should thank me."

"Thank you, Sir."

Jacob suddenly stopped applying the lotion and spanked your ass hard, causing your semi-erection to twitch. "Not good enough, say 'Thank you for making my body smooth and girly, Sir.'"

Clearing your throat again to prep your vocal cords, you repeated after him in your girly voice, "Thank you so much for making my body smooth and girly, Sir." Why did I say thank you so much? Am I actually enjoying this? Glancing down at your now stiff cock confirmed your suspicious, but Jacob doesn't acknowledge the slip other than a slight chuckle.

After he finished applying the lotion, he told you to get on your hands and knees again and follow him back into the living room. He told you to kneel facing the couch, then sat down with his legs spread. His large bulge made it obvious that he wasn't wearing underwear, the tip of his erection peaking out from the bottom of his shorts.

"Look at me." You silently followed his order, and he continued, "We're done for the day, I want to take your progress slowly. Know that I still have the videos and a recording of our little session here today..." he gestured over to the ceiling corner where a small camera was pointed at you to your horror, "... and know that you have to keep following my orders, unless you want those getting out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Why do you think that I shaved you?"

Thinking for a moment you decide to take a chance and ask him a question, "Sir, do you mean 'why did you shave me' or 'why did you shave me?'"

Jacob let out a hearty laugh before lightly slapping your face. "I like your thinking bitch, but never ask me a question unless I give you permission. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."