The flat mate

Moving into my new flat for college final wasn’t what I expected

Since starting back, this was the times when Covid was at its height. Universities still ran and students were allowed to move into accommodations. Entering my final year I hadn’t yet discovered my affinity to dangerous situations of my own volition.

I’d already have some idea of who my flat mates were at the time, people I’d come across through my years at university leading to this year, except one new girl, she came a few months into year. I’d just come out of a break up not long ago and want the in the most sociable mood. I was told a new girl has moved in by another flat mate. So I went the knock the door to say hello since we’d be living together.

No answer, a short while later I was in the shared kitchen and could hear a faint whirring sound from the adjacent room, at the time I assumed it was a toothbrush but I later found out was one of many vibrators. She had emerged from her room and introduced herself. She’d moved here from over seas. Beautiful curly hair from the Caribbean. We spoke for a while usually interactions and exchanged numbers. I didn’t see her for a while after due to different schedules and timetables. At one point I’d assumed she may have moved out

Everyone had gone for Christmas’s break, I had decided to stay a couple days before leaving for the holidays. I heard a sound but everyone I knew had gone, except her. I hadn’t seen her for some time and assumed she must have moved out. I texted to see if she’s still here. She replied saying. She hadn’t moved out and thought I had, but it wasn’t her. In the flat at the time. From them we started talking regularly just getting to know each other, nothing like a talking stage. But just friends chatting.

Later on left the flat to go home for the holidays and we texted through out the break, for a while it was usual shit chit chat until on day she messages me out the blue, assuming she’d talking to one of her female friends about this also, if I was into slapping during sex, obviously this being the first time she’s mentioned anything outside friendly messages I replied I’m very open to trying new things, as long is the other person is comfortable and content is always given. She liked my answer, very vanilla but safe, this started a whole slurry of tens of hours of conversations we have over the holiday.

She had told be a story about her having sat on a especially hot wall in the summer and nearly burning her ass cheeks, I replied teasing a little and also mentions nothing wrong with a little pain now and again, she hearted the message and agreed. I’d later tease her again about this

Eventually out conversations got onto the topic fetishes and kinks, we both had ones we had tried and others we wanted to try, even giving eachother ideas for our own, but essentially there wasn’t anything mentioned either one of us would want to do, again never explicitly with each other but in general. Feet were mentioned at one point, she asked what some people find so arousing with feet. At the time I didn’t have much experience in the area but mentioned I don’t mind the idea of a girls foot standing on my cock, she then proceeded to send me a pic of her feet with a laughing face. The thought got me hard on the spot.

She sent me a picture of some boots she’s had for a while, she mentions it’s talking for ever to break in, every time she wears them she says they really hurt her feet, I of course in the spirit of our conversations offer her my cashews as a cushion for her feet, she hearts the message and replies 👀👀.

Later in the break I saw my opportunity to tease her about her burn 🍑, when the time came I dropped my joke, to which she replied maybe I should burn your 🥜. My balls tingled. I was mysteriously hot but scary at the same time, the thought. I laughed back and we continued talking. She’d mention new kinks she’s found and I’d mention mines. Progressively getting more painful especially to the cock and balls.

The conversations wouldn’t always be sex related she’s share feeling stressed and frustrated at times, either with school or specifically men she encountered in her daily life she hates, showing her man hating side a lot. Like she’s really enjoy causing a man pain…

Eventually we came back from the holidays, I moved in before her and she came a couple days later. She same to say hi when she entered the flat, the vibe the same as when we started texting, friendly which I felt too. I wasn’t looking to be in a relationship with her but she was pretty.

A few days go by and I’m in my room, it’s late. She’s texted me complaining about school and assignment stress, and being frustrated with the guy at reception about a parcel and how much she hates men etc. you get the picture. We talk to a little bit and recommend she uses an outlet to let out some of her frustrations.

Her - like what

Me - I’d say a stress ball but I can only offer you my balls

First time joking in this context since she’s been back she sends some laughing emojis and I think that’s that.

Her - since you’re offering…

I receive this message 30 seconds later, a few minutes later she messages to come to her room. My hearts racing at this point. I can’t tell if she’s serious but I’m rock hard at the thought.

I walk over to her room and knock on the door, I have my boner tucked in my waist band. She opens the door in a satin robe, a cleavage line running down to the robe closing, she says hello and invited me in. We’d become very familiar over text during the break so it wasn’t awkward. She locks the door behind me, I’m glancing out her window. She, to my surprise wastes very little time and as she approaches my side, she lays her hand flat against my abdomen and slides it into my trousers. Her pinky grasses the tip of my cock as she slides in. She manoeuvres around my cock and finds my balls. Her hands were cold. The flat was warm that night causing my balls to hang low, very easily accessible. She gripped both balls in the palm of her hand, looked me in the eyes and told me - “these are mine tonight”.

In that moment I realised the situation I’d put my self in, for the first time in my life. I was about the hand the safety of my cashews over to this girl I’d only know for a few months. At any moment I could stop this, but I didn’t want to. She’s holding my balls and in my opinion she can do what she wants with them.

She watched my face as she squeezes, it feels good, she notices my expression and tightens her grip, she watches my face change, a wash of doubt if I’ve made the right decision. Then before I even notice, she makes an O shape with her thumb and index finger around the base of my balls and uses that hand to extrude my balls the the end of the sack, then she tightens the O shape and grips my balls with her other three fingers. She’s smiling the whole time.

In that moment, for the first time in my life I’ve had my balls moved in that direction, I watched in horror as I saw her sit on her bed still bonding my balls and yank them down to a more comfortable level for her hands. It felt like she yanked my entire body. she says

Her - Take off your bottoms I want full access

I oblige, I take off my trousers and boxers. She runs her finger nail down my left ball, then the right. I watch her as she does this, pre-cum dripping from my untouched cock. I stand there. She looks up at me, smiles and makes a peace sign with her non ball hand, then in a split second I feel a tug on my balls as my eyes move from her face to my balls, I see the same peace sign I saw a moment ago, DIG straight into my balls, one finger into each testicle. My knees buckle and I fall forwards towards her and the bed. During all this she still hasn’t let go of my balls.

After a few seconds I push myself back up from the bed, but as I fell the tip of my cock swiped her right tit, all I could see is a glistening white line on her perfect boob, she looked down, squinted her eyes. And without saying a word she used her free hand to wipe the pre-cum off her tit and I watched her rub it between her fingers. This made my cock throb, these same fingers. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, brought her fingers up to her tongue. As she brought her hand down to lick my pre-cum off her fingers. I watch her hand speed up…SMACK

Completely miss her tongue and slaps straight onto both my taut balls in her other hand. At this point I’m in shock. And she slaps me AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN!

I fall onto the bed to the side of her, she’s still holding my balls.

Her - I’m surprised you didn’t cum, I guess they’re tougher than I thought. I’m done for now.

She licked the tip of my cock and said that’s a thanks. tells me she doesn’t want me out of commission, and sends me back to my room to recover. A few days go by and we talk normally. No mention of that night until later in the week when I get a notification

Her - guess who pissed me off today.

Part - 1