My Pervy College Roommates at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

Back in college I had pervy roommates; the perviest of any group or person I had ever known before. The whole group of them were pervy, and I loved it! We weren't in an official sorority, but the seniors in our pervy group ran our house as if we were. That included being initiated into the group with the perviest of all initiations, which is when I found out for sure just how pervy they really were.

I had heard rumors about the house, but that's pretty much all they were; albeit rumors that happened to have a lot of truth to them. Like all good roommates, though, I kept secret what went on behind closed doors for the 4 years that I lived there until I graduated from college. Even then, there are specifics that I'm not legally allowed to mention because of a non-disclosure agreement that I signed.

The way that potential roommates were chosen was quite clever because answers to the questions that were given to us informed the seniors in the house who would best fit in with the group. Collectively, they'd make the decision about whether or not to accept a new roommate. In practice, we became tenants, so we also had to fill out a rental application that the landlord needed to approve.

As I understood it, the house was owned by a married lesbian couple who knew full well what went on because they had once been residents. They're the ones who established the pervy initiation process, and everything else that came with it. Initially, they were tenants. When they resided there, they learned that the house was up for sale, so they bought it. That was long before lesbians could get legally married, but they had nonetheless unofficially gotten married after falling in love.

After a series of rather innocuous oral questions by the seniors, the questions became more personal, and quite specific. Those questions were printed on paper, and they were only given to prospective roommates if they chose to sign a non-disclosure agreement. I had no problem with that whatsoever, especially since I really liked the seniors who had questioned me.

By the way, revealing the following questions aren't breaking the non-disclosure agreement. I know because I checked!

The 2nd question asked, "How do you feel about being tickled?"

1. "I hate to be tickled, so please don't!"

The 3rd question asked, "Has anybody ever tied you up for sex?"

1. "No."

The 4th question asked, "If you answered no above, what best describes your feelings about it?"

1. "That's way too kinky for me! I'd never try it."

The 5th question asked, "If you answered yes to question #3, what best describes your experiences?"

1. "I didn't like it, so it's not something that I want to try again."

3. "I tried it a few times, so yes, I'd like to be tied up for sex again."

I thought that the questions were fun, and naughty. I enjoyed answering them. Taken out of context, I suppose that the shenanigans involved in this unofficial sorority might be condemned by authorities, but that's not how those of us who became members saw it. After all, it's not like infamous hazing incidents that seem to mostly occur in irresponsible frat houses with guys where real physical, and emotional harm is done. I still look back on my days in college as an incredibly wonderful experience.

In any case, I answered that I was both bi-friendly, and bi-curious. I answered that I had been tickled before, and I liked it. Even though I answered that I had never been tied up for sex before, I also answered that I always wondered what it would be like, so I might try it.

Since I answered no to the 3rd question, I didn't need to answer the 5th, and last question. I got wet thinking about being tied up for sex, though, and I was pretty sure that the seniors who questioned me picked up on my excitement about it.

One thing that was for certain, which kind of surprised me, was that the seniors told me before I left that they would give my application to the landlord if I wanted to rent a shared room. That arrangement was exactly what I had hoped for because the rent for a shared room was very affordable. In those rooms there were 2 twin beds, and every room had its own 3/4 bathroom. That was perfect for my budget.

I had no problem at all sharing a room with another 1st year classmate. After all, I was already rooming in a 1 bedroom apartment with a girl my age who worked with me at a restaurant. We shared the same bedroom that had 2 twin beds in the corner, and we shared the only bathroom that we had. Both of us were giving up the apartment, though, because we were going to different colleges. Hers was across the country, and mine was in the same city where we were. I just needed to find a more affordable place to rent.

The two story house on a double lot was really close to the college campus in an upscale neighborhood. The 2nd floor had 2 master bedrooms, each with a fireplace, and each with an en suite master bathroom. There were 4 guest bedrooms that had 3/4 bathrooms. There was a full bathroom in the hallway, and there was also a top of the line washer and dryer.

The attached garage had been fully converted into living quarters with an upper floor. It had 2 bedrooms and a full bathroom downstairs, and 2 bedrooms and a full bathroom upstairs. Both floors had a medium sized kitchen as well. Each kitchen had an oven and range in it, a microwave, and a top of the line refrigerator freezer.

All but the master bedrooms were dorm style bedrooms with 2 beds in each bedroom. The house could comfortably accommodate as many as 20 tenants depending on how each bedroom was used. I was there for 4 years. Most of the time, that's how many tenants we had. We had plenty of guests, too, so the number of people who hung out, or stayed overnight varied.

The 1st floor had a huge kitchen with 3 top of the line refrigerators with freezers in it, a double oven, 2 ovens with ranges, 3 dishwashers, 2 microwaves, and an ice maker. It had 2 sinks, and a large kitchen island with its own sink, a range, and some chairs around it. There were lots of cabinets, and plenty of pantry storage as well.

The 1st floor also had a large living room with a two-sided fireplace between it, and a large dining room. There was a large study room with a half bath in it. There was a large entertainment room with plenty of seating that had a 70 inch TV screen in it, a microwave, and a sink. There was a large office with a microwave, a coffee machine, and a 3/4 bath in it. There were two smaller study rooms as well.

The large basement had a half bathroom, a pool table, a ping pong table, an air hockey table, a tool room and storage area, a microwave, 4 top of the line washers, and 4 top of the line dryers.

The backyard had an in ground pool, and a long in ground hot tub that comfortably sat 20 people. Adjacent to the pool and hot tub was a pool house that had 6 changing rooms, a locker and storage room, 2 half bathrooms, 2 shower stalls, and a laundry room with 2 top of the line washers, and 2 top of the line dryers. It also had a medium sized snack room with a top of the line refrigerator freezer, an ice maker, a microwave, and an oven with a range. On artificial turf, there was also ample room to play cornhole toss, croquet, badminton, horseshoes, or any number of other games as well.

Even though the garage had been converted into living quarters, there was plenty of parking thanks to a wide, long driveway that circled the house and garage, and that had a couple of wider turn around areas that could easily park up to 30 cars. There was usually plenty of street parking as well.

High speed Internet with repeaters enabled us to securely access WiFi no matter where we were on the property. If I could have stayed there for an indefinite period of time after college, I would have. If you're wondering about neighbors complaining, that almost never happened because one of the rules of the house was to always conduct ourselves as if we were a single family who never socialized. We did have parties from time to time, though, but we always made sure that they weren't noisy. Immediate neighbors had contact numbers just in case things ever got out of hand.

Of course, behind closed doors was another matter, which I found out in due time. Frankly, though, I did begin to wonder if the rumors I had heard about the house were true because nothing particularly extraordinary happened until I had been living there for about 4 months.

Right at the end of that 4th month when only 3 seniors were in the house with me because of an extended holiday, and everybody else had gone on their merry way to see family, and friends, I was soaking in the hot tub all by myself. My eyes were closed, and I was in a state of bliss.

After a while I felt somebody touching one of my feet, and then I felt somebody else touching my other foot. Nothing was said to me, though, so at first I thought that I was just having a naughty dream. Not wanting to disturb the dream, I kept my eyes closed, and I began to fantasize that more was being done to my feet.

Sure enough, I could feel both of my feet being massaged by 2 people, and then I felt a 3rd person playing with my pussy, and clit under the water, which I had positioned against a strong jet to get myself off. By then, of course, I realized that I wasn't dreaming, that in fact those 3 seniors had to be the ones who were playing with me, and getting me off under the water.

When I climaxed, I gasped out loud, opened my eyes, and I blurted out, "That was incredible! Thank you so much! I can't believe that I let you do that to me."

"Thank you," one of them replied. "It was our pleasure, and we're glad that you let us get you off."

Another senior chimed in to say, "I think it's time ladies. What do you say?"

Given the final questions that I had been asked when they first vetted me to be a member of the house, I pretty much knew what that meant. Admittedly, especially after having just climaxed, and wanting more of the same, I readily answered the question.

"Great," I was told. "Then go upstairs to my room, and lay down on the bed. We'll be up in a moment."

As I was instructed to do, I went to her room upstairs, which is one of the master bedrooms, and I laid down on her bed. I kind of knew what to expect because there were pieces of white rope lying on the bed next to the 2 top posts, and on the ground at the foot of the bed. I also saw a variety of sex toys lying about, and other items that I could see were to be used to stimulate my naked body.

As soon as the seniors walked into the bedroom, they quickly, and deftly secured my wrists and ankles to the 4 corners of their king sized bed, which is similar to what you see in the following bondage sex photo that had been sent to me by a kinky friend of mine. I was already completely naked because all of us in the house routinely enjoyed the hot tub au naturel. It's so much better that way!

I didn't really know how I'd react to being tickled while I was tied up. I had been tickled before, and I liked it, but nobody had ever tied and tickled me. For anybody who hasn't tried it, I can assure you that if you like being tickled, then you'll really like being tickled while you're tied up. For some reason, at least with me, I'm more ticklish when I'm tied then when I'm not tied. I don't know why, but I am.

For instance, my feet aren't especially ticklish, but they certainly are when they're tied. There were times when I had no control over my laughter, which they loved because it meant that they were doing a great job at tickling my feet.

My whole body felt extra sensitive. When they used a vibrator on my clit, I had an intense climax. They made me cum over, and over again until I could hardly take it any more. They fingered my pussy so expertly by finding my G-spot to massage it, and keep pressure on it that they made me squirt uncontrollably, which I had never done before.

I kind of found it embarrassing to lose that much control over my naked, and bound body.

When I could endure no more, they changed pace by deeply sucking my toes, which was incredibly satisfying. They took the entire top part of each one of my feet into their mouths, which was also incredibly arousing, and satisfying.

After everybody had enjoyed my naked and bound body to their satisfaction, I happily agreed that they could use me like that whenever they wanted. With big smiles on their faces, they assured me that they would, and they did over, and over again for the rest of their tenancy.

After they left, and the juniors became seniors, the same wonderful sexual ravishment happened over the next year. When I became a junior, and then a senior, I was a switch. In other words, I was submissive when the opportunity arose, and I was also a dominant when that opportunity arose.

The following photos that were given to me by that kinky friend that I mentioned earlier helps to illustrate some of what happened behind closed doors in our house. As you might imagine, it was a happy house with many happy endings.

By the way, that kinky friend I mentioned earlier had always wanted to do to me what was done to me in that house. What I didn't tell you was that he financed my schooling, which included all of my expenses including room and board at that house. I suppose one could call him my sugar daddy, but he and I never saw our relationship that way.

We had met when I was an intern at his company in the summer after I had graduated high school. The internship ended because of ethical reasons that he wanted to honor after I found out that he had a foot fetish, and I told him that he could enjoy, and worship my feet. After the internship ended, he offered to help me through college like I mentioned. After I graduated, he became a business partner of mine by providing the start up costs, and investing in it.

Not long after I told him what those seniors did to sexually ravish me, I let him do the same to me. He was a good lover, so I was happy about it. We were friends with benefits the entire time that I knew, and worked with him, which lasted until his death a few years ago. He was already divorced by the time I met him, but he did have kids who inherited a large portion of his estate.

One exception was that his shares in the business that he helped me to start defaulted to me upon his death. He had agreed to that in the beginning because he didn't want me to have to fight his kids if there were any disputes. He was a good man, and I miss him.

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