I stripped off the t-shirt and admired myself in the mirror while I let the water get nice and hot. I knew that by tomorrow morning I'd have some new ...eautiful sex bruises once again; the last ones had faded. I stepped into the hot stream and leaned back letting the water cascade down me. The heat relaxed every inch of me and I began to get lost in the feeling. I closed my eyes and began imagining him being there with me. I ran my hands slowly down my torso, pinching my left nipple with one. My mistress looked at me.“I want you to jerk off. Remember you can't cum till I say so.” I looked her in the eyes. As I grabbed my cock and started jerking. “What do you mean he can't cum till you say so?” Taylor asked.“It means exactly as it sounds. He can't cum without my permission. It's my way of saying I own his cock and his orgasms.”The two girls looked surprised that a man could control himself so well. As I stood there jerking. Pre-cum was oozing out of my cock. This made my. Being raised a proper Yamato Nadeshiko I had to keep away from that. By chance, when looking for a room I found this announcement in nicely written calligraphy upon the board the school kept for this purpose. A girl from Mexico was looking for a roommate to share a 2 bedroom apartment. I thought I would give it a shot. She wasn’t from the US so she couldn’t be as bad as the US people I had heard about. I got the flyer and dialed the number. After some rings a nice sweet voice answered. “Hello”. She believed with her whole heart that someone else was at fault for her being there. She had merely gone along with her boyfriend the day he shot and killed the clerk at the gas station. Sure, she’d spent some of the $250 he obtained from the robbery, but she was high at the time so it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t as if SHE’D pulled the trigger!Now she was a terminal slave because someone that didn’t even know her had determined that if circumstances were duplicated, she’d do the same thing.