"Chastity:
The most unnatural
of the sexual perversions."
(Aldous Huxley)
Things are different today. Living alone is tough and waiting for the right time
and the right life partner is even tougher. We all live in a shared house, the five
of us. It changes, sometimes 3 girls and sometimes 3 guys. People come and go.
We are considered transient room mates, at school or working for something
better.
That doesn't mean we have to put our lives on hold. As usual, the common
battleground is the kitchen or sometimes the living room. We discuss the
problems of living this temporary life and the way we all are working and waiting
for better times or for a good relationship to materialize. I mean, working as a
waiter while going to school is not the best way to meet a future wife or husband
however graduating with a career is a power play for the right partner.
As a group we understand the situation but we all live our own private lives
within the group. Admittedly, sex plays a role in everything and the tensions run
high. Especially Friday nights when the urges erupt in uncontrollably wild and
imprudent behavior.
During life discussions with roommates covering the problems with suppressed
sexuality while in a mixed yet temporarily celibate group we worked out a unique
solution. Needs are important and while sitting around and talking and drinking,
as that helps to lower our inhibitions, we jointly came up with a solution to our
problems. Being roommates or house sharers we are involved in each others
well being as a self-interest. We each benefit if everyone in the group is balanced
and doing well.
Professionals in the making know how to make things work and to get the job
done. The solution we came up with was fairly simple yet radical in its
application. Sexual needs must be satisfied and the surprise to the male
members was that the female members were just as concerned with the process
as we were.
The system we came up with was to draw straws, well not really, the rotation
system worked well. The added thrill of bondage and the application of
anonymous affection was the key.
When our turn came, we would go to bed with handcuffs on our ankles and
handcuffs on our wrists, behind our backs. Just before that, we would administer
a few stiff belts of our favorite alcohol and apply a blindfold. The keys would wait
in the kitchen on the counter.
The turn of someone of the opposite sex would come up and that person had the
task to quietly enter the "victim's" room and get that person off. Anonymity was
the key. The victim was to be blindfolded; male or female. The key was to ensure
their immediate sexual satisfaction. It didn't take much, some lubricant and some
understanding of anatomy and basic psychology.
This arrangement worked so well that after a few days, new roommates would
join in. In fact, the selection of new roommates would depend on their willingness
to join in the program.
No one knew who their partners were and everyone knew who was on the
receiving end. Each morning, the grateful party would make breakfast and clean
the house.
I remember well my turn many times. I would leave the keys on the counter with
my room number and go to bed with a bottle of booze. I put handcuffs on
my ankles and wrists and if I had been a good boy, a female would come in to
take care of me. A big surprise came one night when two came in, the room mate
and the initiating new room mate. That was great fun but I couldn't get out of
control due to the handcuffs. The rule was that the handcuffs had to stay on.
If I had been uncooperative with the group or not a good room mate I could maybe
expect no one to show as my punishment. I would wait and wait and then disappointedly
shuffle out naked to the kitchen when everyone had gone to bed. This cold
treatment made sure that I was a good and considerate room mate for the week
to come until my turn came around again.
Another wild time for me was the pleasuring of the female room mates. What a
bonus, a helpless victim and a blindfold. Getting the other male room mates in on
the exercise was easy. I must confess to bringing outside friends in to help me
out. Of course it was completely against the rules but when a willing female room
mate was lying in bed handcuffed by the ankles and wrists and helpless,
they were expecting a good time and we gave it to them.
Roomie
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