alternaive mistress

Life in my alternative shared apartment is a little different than I imagined. I’m the only man here, and the women are really creative in their dominance. From the start, I realized I didn’t have much say. Instead, I became the roommate’s slave—and strangely enough, I’ve come to terms with it.

I often wake up in the morning to find one of them has placed her feet right on my face while they chat with the other about the latest gossip. Sometimes I think I’m more of a piece of furniture than a roommate. When they cuddle, it’s always loud and fun, and I just lie there as their footrest. I get to pamper their feet—what an honor! It’s my job to give them these little foot massages while they chat and giggle.

And the bathroom? Oh, that’s a hot spot. When they go to the bathroom, I’m the perfect foot warmer. Their feet are sometimes cold, but that doesn’t matter—after all, I’m there to expand their comfort zone. They laugh and ignore me while they carry on their conversations. It’s kind of strange, but I’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes I wonder if I still have a mind of my own or if I’m just their plaything. Well, that’s life in this shared apartment—and I can’t help but enjoy myself.