You can't decide, so Emily decides for you.

"Please... Emily... I can't decide." You head is spinning. Being in this **** position, with your roommate holding the power over your freedom and your submission. has you feeling amazing. You don't know what you want. You only want what Emily wants you to want. You don't even care how close you were to cumming.

"Poor thing. You can't even think for yourself can you?" Emily runs her hand up your neck until she's caressing the side and back of your head. Her touch feels divine. Her strokes feel like electricity running along your hair. Just this simple touch has you in a complete stupor. "If I give you what you want, it'll be a one time deal, understand? We'll wake up tomorrow as perfectly equal roommates. We'll just be a bit more in tune with each other's bodies. But, for tonight, I'll be your mistress. You'll do anything I ask of you, got it?"

You swallow all of your pride to answer her. "Yes, Emily." She releases her hand from your head only to then slap you across your face. It stings for just a moment, but you can tell she was holding back.

"That's not how you should respond to your mistress, is it?"

You start to get the idea. "No, mistress. I'm sorry."

"Good. You're learning your place. Now, let's get you properly restrained." Emily lifts her foot up and grabs the key, now sticking to the bottom of her foot. Instead of using it to release your arm, she casually tosses it on your desk, still well outside of your current reach. She saunters over to her toybox and bends down to rummage through it. As she does, you get a full view of her bare legs and thighs. The towel stops just high enough that you think you can make where the curves of her butt begin. All too quickly, however, she turns back around spinning a second pair of handcuffs on her finger. "Since you seemed to like the first pair so much..." she teases you. Emily motions for you to move to lying lengthwise on your bed. Your back is up against the wall, so she slips one of your pillows behind you for some comfort. Once you are in position, she climbs on top of you and straddles your lap. You're looking up into her eyes and she's looking down into yours. You barely register feeling her grasp your free arm and cuffing it to the bed post opposite your other arm.

Now with no options other than squirming and kicking your legs, you are fully at the mercy of Emily. Thankfully she's gentle for now. She grasps the sides of your face with both hands before leaning in and pressing her lips to your own. You close your eyes and return the kiss, Emily's hands pulling you in deeper until your mouths are fully intertwined. She pulls back, leaving your lips wanting more. "Give me a few minutes to get ready." Emily climbs back off of you and off of your bed. She heads back towards the bathroom but stops. She turns back around with a devilish grin and picks up her toybox. Without a second thought she plops it down on your lap, giving an up close look at the rest of its contents. "Don't want you to get too bored waiting for me. Pick out something and we'll see if you like it." She winks at you before continuing into the bathroom.

Emily shut the bathroom door, but with the adjacent wall just to your right, you can hear her softly humming while you are immobilized staring at her box full of sex toys. You thought you got a good look at everything earlier, but it seems that Emily's rummaging unearthed some more exotic devices. You don't know how long you'll have to choose, so you try to look at everything quickly. By the time Emily walks back into your view, you're still not sure of what you want. Once you see her, you don't even remember what is in the box.

"What do you think?" Emily asks. You can barely even comprehend the question. Her outfit is divine. There are pearlescent white straps crisscrossing along her body which serve to connect the thin pieces of white fabric that cover her breasts, though they aren't nearly enough to hide the outline of her nipples pressing against them. Moving down, the straps connect to a few inches of frills that form a sort of skirt, though it leaves her front revealed and shows off her lace panties. You spot still more straps that creep down her legs and connect to her sheer white stockings. With her loose, blond hair flowing down behind her shoulders, she looks nothing short of an angel gone bad. "Well?" Emily breaks you out of your trance.

"You-you look divine, mistress."

She beams a huge smile at you and nearly jumps in joy. "Really!? I thought it looked good in the store, that's why I wanted to wear it home. I'm so happy it's a hit!" Emily realizes the current situation isn't really conductive for discussing lingerie and quickly calms down. "Ahem." She clears her throat. "Did you see something you like?" You realize the box is still sitting on your lap and you're still not sure which toy looks the most interesting.