“Who do you belong to?” You look into my eyes until I squirm under your gaze and have to look away.
“You, Daddy.” *Fuck, I belong to you.*
***
I don’t think either of us intended our housing situation to become this. It might’ve even been a joke at first, sitting on the couch together watching movies and getting high, casually dropping comments about our sexual frustration into the ether between us. ‘I’m down if you’re down,’ but both a little too nervous to actually be *down* down. To say something directly.
Somewhere around April, that changed. Now there *wasn’t* a possibility of a world outside our apartment, and we both were cooped up and pent up. You’d never been with a nonbinary person before and I hadn’t slept with a cis-het dude since high school, but a few tokes in and I was more than happy to spend the night screaming your name.
The next morning you were humming while you made me pancakes. When I shyly looked into our shared living room through *your* door in *your* t-shirt, you didn’t hesitate to stride across the room to push me roughly against the wall. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, you dragged me back into your room and shoved me face first down on your bed. You quickly got a condom on before thrusting your cock deep inside my cunt.
With the ‘fucking your housemate’ door now wide open… shelter-in-place could be a lot more interesting once we ironed out the details.
1. If I’m in the apartment, I’m fair game. I belong to you and you can touch me whenever and however you want.
2. While in the apartment, I will wear your collar and nothing else.
I don’t think you understand how much this arrangement *works* for me.
It’s not like you weren’t aware that I was a sexual person. I brought a decent number of people home from time to time before the pandemic began. I wasn’t quiet, and you could regularly hear the moaning from your room. I’d would’ve felt bad about it, but one time you blushed when I caught you hard when we crossed paths in the kitchen while I had a friend over, so I knew you were enjoying listening.
I don’t think you guessed I was this submissive until you had me in your bed. From the second you ran your hands through my hair, I melted. You casually pulled and I couldn’t help but moan. I was drooling before you even guided my head between your legs and my mouth onto your cock.
The night was a glorious blur.
I remember straddling and grinding on you, raking my nails down your back. I remember whining and feeling so needy, begging for you to fill any of my holes you wanted. I remember gasping as you entered me. I remember screaming your name as I came over and over.
I love being submissive, and getting to be submissive in my own house, all the time, with someone I trust, is the absolute dream.
Sitting on the couch trying to watch a movie while you finger me? Yes, *please*.
Sucking your cock as soon as you wake up? Or take a shower? Or get done with work? I’m on it.
Watching hypnosis videos until I’m all cockdumb for you? Bending over for a beating when you’re in a bad mood? I want it all.
***
I haven’t left the house in… I don’t know how many months.
Thank you for letting me be your pleasure pet, Daddy. Thank you for letting me wear your collar. Thank you for keeping me safe and naked and yours in our apartment. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hm1up5/pov_a_quarantine_agreement_mdomnbsub_roommates
Very nice writing! Paints a great picture