The sun was setting as Boy clicked "post" on the online classified ad. He took a deep breath and closed his laptop, feeling both excited and nervous about what he had just done.
The ad was explicit in its desires: a Top to become his new live-in roommate, someone who would use him as a freeuse houseboi slut and force him to eat and drink cum-filled food and drinks. He had been specific in his wording, hoping to attract the right kind of person.
As he was scrolling through his phone, a message notification popped up. It was from a Domme who called herself Mistress.
"I read your ad. It's intriguing," she wrote. "Tell me more about yourself."
Boy's heart raced as he typed out a response. He played coy, not wanting to reveal too much too soon. But Mistress was having none of it. She took control of the conversation, asking pointed questions and demanding answers.
"I like your style," she wrote. "How about we meet in person? I'll come to you. And I'll bring a friend."
Boy's pulse quickened at the thought of being face-to-face with Mistress. He agreed, and they arranged the details.
"But there's one condition," Mistress added. "I'm going to capture you and bring you to my houseboat. Are you okay with that?"
Boy couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he was eager to please. He playfully insulted Mistress, calling her a "crazy lady," but he agreed to her terms.
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Mistress pulled up to Boy's apartment complex in her sleek black car. She got out of the car and surveyed the area, her eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. She was dressed in a tight leather skirt and a cropped top, her long black hair falling in waves down her back.
Boy was waiting for her outside, his hands bound behind his back and a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Mistress approached him, a wicked smile on her face.
"You're mine now, houseboi," she said, her voice low and commanding.
She opened the passenger door and pushed Boy into the car, his body flopping onto the leather seat. She bound his legs with rope and gagged him with a ball gag, silencing his protests.
As they drove to Mistress's houseboat, she teased Boy by forcing him to give road head. She stopped the car at various scenic overlooks, enjoying the view as Boy sucked her cock.
"Such a good little houseboi," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
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When they arrived at the houseboat, Mistress introduced Boy to her friends. They were all dressed in leather and latex, their bodies adorned with piercings and tattoos.
"This is Boy, my new live-in roommate and freeuse houseboi slut," Mistress said, her voice filled with pride.
Boy felt out of place among the group, but he was eager to please. Mistress forced him to engage in game day play, sucking and fucking for her and her friends' entertainment.
After the game, Mistress took Boy to the shower and bathed him. She playfully insulted his inability to clean himself properly, her hands roaming over his body as she washed him.
"You're going to have to learn to take care of yourself, houseboi," she said, her voice soft but firm.
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Mistress took Boy to a bathhouse and forced him to submit to various forms of play. She made him wear a dress and high heels, his body feminized and vulnerable. She forced him to take HRT, his body changing under her watchful eye.
"You're mine now, houseboi," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'm going to make you into the perfect slut."
Boy was exhausted, his body spent from the day's activities. Mistress facefucked him, her cock hitting the back of his throat. She playfully insulted his inability to take it all in, her hands gripping his hair as she thrust deeper.
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Mistress put Boy to sleep, his body limp and exhausted. She playfully insulted him for sleeping so soundly, her voice filled with amusement.
As Boy slept, Mistress reflected on the events of the day. She was pleased with how things had gone and was looking forward to what was to come.
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Boy woke up in Mistress's bed, his body sore and his mind hazy. Mistress was sitting next to him, her legs crossed and a smirk on her face.
"Welcome to your new home, houseboi," she said, her voice filled with playful insults.
Boy remembered his new role as Mistress's live-in roommate and freeuse houseboi slut, and he felt a surge of excitement. He was eager to please, and he knew that Mistress would push him to his limits.
But for now, he was content to rest in her bed, knowing that he was exactly where he belonged.
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