Cara Becomes Her Roommate's Lesbian Pet

By Jordan Church

Cara has tried her best to be a “good example” to her lesbian roommate. A lesbian who happens to be a dominant seductress it turns out. Cara's best “good example” has not been good enough.

It is all Cara can do just to keep herself straight in such intimate proximity to her manipulative dominant roommate.

Mindy Short is an alpha female lesbian seductress. Mindy Short is the ultimate in “bad example” for Cara.

Instead of Cara effecting Mindy via her “good example” it has become clear the true battle and contest of wills is whether Cara will succumb to Mindy's trickery, seduction, exhibitionism, manipulation, and domination.

Mindy has entwined Cara in strange commitments and unwise agreements, is calling her “pet”, treating her like a pet, and getting her to act like a pet, and compelling her to be nude all the time in their dorm room. Mindy wants to make Cara be submissive. More than submissive. Into a human pet!

Mindy takes Cara to new extremes and Cara finds what Mindy is forcing on her is far from unwelcome. Sexual humiliation, lesbian seduction, spanking, and pet play all hold strange allure for Cara. Mindy is making her masturbate in ways that blur the lines and even depart from being true “masturbation”. How far can this go?

Will Cara become nothing more than a lesbian sex pet for her roommate? Will she submit to the will of this young woman she dislikes? Can she find a way to escape?

The third and final installment in “A Lesbian Orientation”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Church
• Release date: Oct 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463544471

Jordan Church

I write erotica. Sharing the inner thoughts and emotions of characters is the ultimate voyeurism.I am a big believer in plot and character development.I want the characters to be as real as possible. Character motivations drive the events and sexual activities.Sex scenes are detailed and graphic. I want to always give a perfect picture of exactly what is happening and why and how and how the characters feel physically and emotionally.I have two degrees and am dedicated to providing the highest quality erotica.Much appreciation for any and all feedback ([e-mail]) and customer reviews.If you’re curious about my chosen name, I can tell you how it came about. I was once an inanimate small Russian Orthodox church in Serafimovich in Volgograd Oblast. I was brought to life during a 3:00AM “witching hour” satanic rite conducted by a small cult that had never done much before and not much since. I am it’s lone claim to fame.Although I promptly refused the cultist’s demands that I storm through the town leaving a path of destruction (which seemed to surprise and upset them) I knew I would not be welcome in the world of mankind. Who wants a big (even a small church is big) moving church wondering around asking questions and raising even more questions?I left for the broad open plains in the surrounding areas. I usually stayed still during the day and wondered about at night assuaging my curiosities so as to cause the least alarm among the residents. The cultists did pursue me with great insistence and continued demands for me to be violent. They claimed I owed to to them for utilizing the souls of deceased Nazis from nearby Stalingrad in order to bring me to life.Despite the politeness of my refusals they eventually, the fourth night, took to throwing Molotov cocktails at me. Ever been set on fire? I’ll share this with you: not fun. I do not recommend it. Having newly mobile drain spouts and gutters and ready access to streams saved my hide. My shingles, too.This went on night after night and, let me tell you, it got old quick. Then... things got worse. The Angels showed up. The avenging kind. Revenge for what? Well, as they claim, I guess I am some kind of “abomination before God”. I really don’t get that “before God” part. Is it OK to be an abomination behind him?So, unlike the Molotov cocktail throwing cultists, these Avenging Angels utilized lightning bolts. But, just like flaming Molotov cocktails, those lightning bolts get old quick. Real quick.So, how am I still here to tell you about all this and how can I even type it? I will tell you.I’m really quite a lucky church even within bouts of bad luck. Just two months before the cultists animated me the priest of my church needed to replace the lightning rod on me. A rusty contraption poorly assembled and a hazard to the churchgoing folk.A normal average-sized lightning rod could never have absorbed those Avenging Angel lightning bolts. However, my priest was a proud priest and he wanted me to be taller than that other Orthodox Church on the Western edge of Serafimovich. By doggedly yelling at the congregation seven Sunday’s in a row he raised enough money to have the biggest lightning rod in all of Volgograd Oblast installed on me, thus bringing my height up an additional seventeen feet.So, I mostly absorbed those lightning bolts. Those Avenging Angels were very upset and I did feel bad for them but, hey, what choice, right?Some lightning bolts did get through when shot from near enough and at certain angles. Hurt bad! Note: Pain is one of the biggest drawbacks to being brought to life. I think we can all agree on that.One benefit of Avenging Angel’s lightning is poor aim. By accident this led to a sharp decrease in the population of cultists. The downside of Avenging Angels is that they don’t need to sleep and never give up. Don’t get bored. Don’t lose focus. Just keep coming.I didn’t sleep for like twenty-seven days and the whole time was so painful.Even my giant lightning rod was beginning to melt....The end was coming for me. A big conflagration. Then ashes. Then Hell, right? They weren’t going to destroy me and then take me up to Heaven were they? Elitists, that’s what they are!After twenty-seven days of this unfair lightning bolt abuse I was, by then, in Syria a bit North of the Sea of Galilee. I didn’t know where I was at the time, of course. I plunged into a river to escape or limit the bolts. I was so tired I thought I’d float and just sleep a while even if they were bolting me incessantly. I was that tired!I even thought if I was lucky I wouldn’t even wake up at all....I did fall asleep.I did wake up.I was on the shore on the West side of the river. I... wasn’t a church any more. I was... a Human? Still not completely sure if I am. Or what happened. Or where the Avenging Angels went. Or if they’re coming back after reloading on lightning bolts.Humans need names. Why? People always ask. Like, usually right away. Turned out that the river I plunged into was the Jordan River. And, you know, I used to be a church. So, I tell people to call me Jordan Church.I’m sort of in hiding now, but I’m really not sure if you can hide from Avenging Angels or if I still need to. Cultists would be more of a problem now though. I assume Molotov cocktails feel just terrible on human skin!I write erotica because, as a human, I now have bills to pay. I used to be a building and now I have to pay to live in one! Oh, how I have fallen.I chose erotica because it fascinates me. Hey, I’m only human!

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Cara Tries to be a Good Example

Part I of A Lesbian Orientation

Teen College Lesbian, Lesbian Roommate, Roommate Domination

by Jordan Church

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The Mindy Short Hilland College lesbian domination adventures:

A Lesbian Orientation series:

Part I: Cara Ties to be a Good Example

Part II: Cara's Lesbian Seduction

Part III: Cara Becomes Her Roommate's Lesbian Pet

Teenage Lesbian Take Over:

Part I: Taking Over Mrs. Greenway

Part II: Taming Mrs. Greenway

Part III: Taking Over Aubree

Part IV: Owning Aubree

Part V: Taking Over Tanya... and Her Neighbor Too

Lauri's Lesbian Stalker series:

Part I: Lauri's Lesbian Stalker Becomes Her Roommate

Part II: Lesbian Stalker's Pet Roommates

Part III: Lesbian Stalker Pet Trains Her Roommate's Best Friend

Pet's Daughter Seduction series:

Part I: Mrs. Greenway's Daughter-in-law

Part II: Mrs. Greenway's Daughter Moves In

Part III: Mrs. Greenway's Daughter Gets Seduced

Part IV: Mrs. Greenway's Daughter Gets Tamed

Seduced Trophy Wives series:

Part I: Taking the Trophy Wives

Part II: Taming the Trophy Wives

Part III: Training the Trophy Wives

Stand Alone books:

The Submissive Cheerleaders

Cheerleader in Trouble

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A Lesbian Orientation

Part III:

Cara Becomes Her Roommate's Lesbian Pet

Chapter One

The next morning Cara showered like she was on a sacred mission to scrape off germs. Which she was.

Why?

That carpet on their dorm room floor that she'd crawled on!

Those nasty panties she'd worn and also, shame, chewed on!

Those panties were inundated with at least two types of bodily fluids from a total of three females. Two of whom weren't Cara herself obviously!

Cara soaped up and scrubbed, shampooed, then did it all again, then the conditioner. Then a body wash. Then once again. She smelled like freshly picked berries by time she re-entered the main room she shared with Mindy Short.

Mindy ordered her to take off her towel. So she did.

That was an agreed upon rule. If Mindy wanted her naked in the dorm room when no one else was there except the two of them then Cara had to do it.

Mindy told her she knew what Cara would wear that day. Cara opened her mouth to protest but then thought better of it. Hadn't there been something about her having to wear what Mindy said? She hadn't realized that might extend outside the dorm room but it now seemed obvious.

She knew better than to claim ignorance of these ever expanding rules. If she did, she got spanked. Just one of the many unwise agreements she'd made so far. She dare not dispute orders unless she knew for sure they did not apply.

One spanking was enough for her! That was the first spanking she'd ever received and she certainly hoped it would be her last.

Mindy laid out old blue jeans with holes in the knees and a T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. It was black and featured cartoon figures of a well-known lesbian band. And a floppy baseball cap.

Cara's mouth slowly dropped open. She was in shock. She couldn't wear that! That! That... was some kind of an I'm-A-Lesbian outfit! It was a declaration. An identifier. Like painting a lesbian target on herself.

Mindy dropped something on top of the two articles of clothing, Oh yeah, better wear this also. In fact, wear it all week. It'll save on laundry expenses.

It was those stiff but still damp, slightly chewed, pair of panties from the night before!

And the night before that!

They were nasty! And they weren't even her panties!

Oh, please, Mindy, please.

I know, I know. You're going to say please don't make you wear it, yada, yada, yada. Right? Let's save some time here. You are wearing it. Because I want you to. That's the only reason I need. But, also, I've got some important gaming to do online so I need you to go to three of my classes. The class times, class titles, the building names, and the room numbers are on a sticky note in one pocket of the jeans.

Cara's chin drooped down a little.

Wear that shit and those professors – who are three idiots by the way – will just think you're me. Even with your blonde hair. They are that fucking stupid. Just be sure to sit in the back row like I always do. Oh, and take good notes. You'll need them when you take the tests for me later on.

In silent defeat Cara put on the clothes. Starting with those slimy panties on top of her freshly cleaned privates.

This was bad. All bad. Thing was, it could be even worse. It probably would get worse.

Mindy might make her wear all sorts of slutty outfits. Under the agreement she could even make