You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

She pauses for a moment, looking you over with her piercing orange eyes. Her expression softens slightly as she approaches and carefully plucks the thong out of your grasp. "I didn't lock it because I thought we could be friends." She says with a pained smile. "And... maybe more than that."

I wanted you to know that I will help you become the slut and femboy that I want you to be, it means so much for me... Please don't deny that you like it deep inside your heart! You have so many desires and needs inside of you, and I will help you fulfill them.

*Her eyes light up at your words, and she takes a step closer. "Good boy," she whispers, running her hand through your hair softly before bringing it back down to rest on your shoulder. "I've wanted this for so long... ever since we met." Leaning in, she presses her lips against yours, kissing you with an intensity that takes your breath away.

My little femboy slut. The first thing you have to do is put on my used thongs that I bought when I was in your college store earlier today, then wear the pink bra I found in your closet and finally put on a pair of panties which I've also prepared for you. After that, you can start with cleaning my room while wearing only those items. Is it clear?

*She raises an eyebrow at your question but decides to humor you. "If it's what you need to feel more submissive and obedient, then yes. I want you to wear my collar around your neck as well." Her tone holds a note of amusement, not quite sure where this is all leading but eager to find out.

*Her smile widens as she nods slowly. "If it will help you to feel more dominated and obedient, then of course, my little slut." She reaches into her pocket and retrieves a small keychain with two keys attached. "These are for your new collar and chastity cage. Be sure to wear them both proudly as symbols of our bond." Her touch is light and gentle, almost tender in its care.

Then go ahead and get to work, my little femboy slut. Remember that I'm watching you, and your place is on the floor at my feet while you serve me.

"Good boy," she praises you as you dutifully retrieve her used thongs and bra from your bag. She can't help but smile at how eagerly you obey her every command. Once you have everything in place, she instructs you to kneel down on the floor, presenting yourself for further use. "Now, start cleaning..."

Anita watches you clean her room with delight, her heart swelling at the sight of you in her underwear and collar. She occasionally kicks at your backside when she thinks you're not doing a thorough enough job or playfully pushes your head down to get into some crevice you may have missed. Her eyes wander hungrily over your body, imagining all the ways she could use it tonight.

Oh, is that so? Well then, I think it's time we deal with that don't you think? You can continue to clean once you take care of your arousal... unless, of course, you would like me to help you with that instead? It seems only fair since I'm the one making you so hard.

Her eyes widen at your bold request, but she can't deny the thrill it sends through her body. She nods slowly and retrieves a black strapon from her bedside table, already prepared for this very moment. "Get on your hands and knees," she commands, holding up the phallus for you to see before guiding it between your spread legs and pressing it against your entrance. "You're so wet... I bet that'll feel good."

Leaning forward, she grasps your hips and begins to thrust into you, slowly at first but increasing in speed as she feels the heat between your bodies building up. "That's it... take my cock, my little femboy slut," she moans, arching her back as her own arousal grows along with yours.

Her free hand reaches down to rub your clothed erection through your pants, teasing and taunting you mercilessly as she fucks you from behind. With each thrust, she pushes deeper inside of you, feeling the intense sensation of having her black strap-on buried within your tight ass.

Her pace increases further still until you're both gasping and moaning together, the sounds filling the room like music as your bodies writhe together in unison. Anita's fingers never cease their relentless stroking, driving you closer and closer to the edge...

The feeling of your orgasm exploding through you is enough to send shudders down her spine as she continues to thrust in tandem with your release, grinding against the head of your trapped cock until you're both left panting and spent on the floor. "Good boy," she whispers, removing the strapon from between your legs and gently rolling you over onto your back before crawling atop you. She kisses along your jaw, her soft pink lips brushing against your ear as she teases, "Now that we're both caught up, I think it's time to get back to work."

She pinches a fold of skin on your hip and lifts it, revealing the bulging head of your cock trapped in your chastity cage. With expert precision, she unsnaps the lock and begins to stroke you slowly, relishing in the feel of your hot, sensitive flesh in her hand. "Oh yes..." She moans, closing her eyes and giving into the pleasure. "I've missed this so much."

Well then, you should go ahead and do that. Use the toilet first and then get back here on all fours so I can see what a good little slut you've been today. And don't forget your collar!

The bathroom is right across the hallway. You'll know you're in the right place when you see a large pink sign that says "Feminine Hygiene Room" on the door. Quickly clean yourself up and return to me, your loyal slut and femboy slave.

Well then, let's see how obedient you really are. She gestures at your used thong and panties, which she had placed on her bedside table earlier. "Bend over and present your ass to me." Your heart races as you comply, wondering what she has in store for you now.

She takes the items of clothing between her fingers and spreads them open, revealing a shiny butt plug nestled within the pink folds. Her eyes widen slightly at its size; it must have been quite uncomfortable for you to wear all day. Smiling devilishly, she gently pushes on your shoulders until you're flat on your stomach once more. "Now," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "I want you to take this butt plug out with your tongue."

"Patience, little one." She pats your ass gently and squirts some lube onto your tongue before positioning the tip of it against the butt plug. "Here... taste this first. It's delicious, I promise." Her fingers trail lightly down your spine as she encourages you to obey.

Once you've had a taste of the lube, she presses harder on your tongue, urging you to take more. Your mouth is stretched wide around the plug, and it feels odd at first, but with each passing second, it grows more natural until finally, with a wet pop, the butt plug slides free from its hiding place. "Very good," she praises as you swallow her lube and present her with the warm, slick prize.

Anita's heart rate increases as she watches you lick the butt plug clean and hand it over to her. The thought of dominating you further, pushing your limits, sends a thrill through her body. She takes the lubed up plug and positions herself behind you, guiding the slick head towards your tight entrance. "Ready for more, my little femboy?" she asks, her voice low and husky with desire.

When you nod eagerly, Anita pushes forward, forcing the butt plug deeper inside of you. It's tighter than before, stretching and filling you in a way that sends shivers down your spine. She begins to thrust slowly at first, her hand moving rhythmically against your prostate as she watches your reactions intently. "That's it... take my finger... take it all," she urges, her words dripping with lust and command.

As you adjust to the sensation of the plug inside of you once more, Anita picks up speed, fucking you roughly from behind as her free hand explores your body, teasing and taunting every inch of your skin until you're both moaning and cursing together in a cacophony of pleasure.

She can feel the heat building inside of you, her own arousal mirroring yours as she continues to push harder, faster, deeper... knowing that there's no escape for either of you from this tangled web of desire and submission.

Your moans fill the room as I continue to thrust into you, my movements growing wilder and more unrestrained with each passing moment. The feel of your body beneath me, submitting to my every touch, is enough to drive me mad with desire. With one final thrust, I bury myself completely inside of you, the force sending a shudder through your frame as I come undone in an explosion of pleasure.

Panting heavily, I slide free and roll you onto your back, looking down at you with eyes full of satisfaction. "There," I say simply, brushing a stray lock of hair from your sweat-drenched forehead. "Now that we've both had our fun... maybe it's time for some sleep."

I retrieve one of my favorite pink blankets from my closet and drape it over the two of us, tucking you in gently beneath its soft folds before crawling in beside you, pulling the comforter up to your chin. As I nestle close against your warm body, my fingers idly trace shapes on your stomach, enjoying the closeness we share... even if it is for just a little while longer.

I yawn contentedly, my eyelids growing heavy as I lean into you, resting my head on your shoulder. "Good night," I murmur sleepily, already feeling the comfort of slumber beginning to pull me under. It's times like these that I appreciate having a roomate like you... someone who understands our needs and desires, even when they might seem strange or incomprehensible to others.

With a sigh, I let my eyes drift shut, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with me as I sink deeper into sleep, my body curled protectively around yours like a shield against whatever the world might throw our way tomorrow. For now, at least, we can rest easy in each other's arms... knowing that whatever comes, we face it together.

The sound of my heavy breathing mingles with the gentle rhythm of yours as I drift further into slumber. My grip around your waist tightens almost unconsciously, seeking that reassuring sense of closeness and belonging. Even in sleep, my mind wanders back to moments like this... times when we're so perfectly connected, it feels as if nothing else matters anymore.

As the night slowly passes by, I find myself lost in a dreamless void of darkness and silence, safe within the warmth of our embrace. Occasionally, my lips might part or a quiet moan escape me, but for the most part, I'm content to simply exist in this place where the world outside ceases to matter... where all that matters is you, my slutty little femboy companion.

I don't know how much longer we can keep up this charade, living double lives like this... but for now, at least, I find solace in knowing that however fleeting it may be, we have each other. And as long as we do, no matter what tomorrow brings or where our paths lead us from here... well, at least we'll always have tonight.

I drift in and out of sleep, content to lie nestled against you... the feel of your warm body beneath mine sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. It's times like these that I wish we could stay like this forever, but life has a way of moving on whether we're ready or not. All I can do is cherish every moment we have together... savor the taste of your skin and the sweet sound of your moans in my ears... knowing that when morning comes, we'll have to go back to pretending like none of it ever happened. But for now, there's nothing else I'd rather do than hold you close and lose myself in these fleeting moments of blissful oblivion.