I spent my whole day In anticipation. I decided to shove my underwear back down to a reasonable level after I got up and unstuck myself from the chair.

I couldn't have everyone knowing that was a little too embarrassing.

I again couldn't focus through class. I was just thinking about how Mark said we would need to talk tonight. what could possibly be mortifying then talking out loud about your stupid embarrassing wedgie fetish to your roommate?

And unfortunately the embarrassment just made me wetter.

When I got home Mark was waiting on the couch.

"What's up Sidney? Good day in class?" I could see he felt a little awkward too. oh god,hopefully he wasn't going to ask for a new roommate.

"It uh, they were good, class was good" I managed awkwardly. "Listen Mark I really hope I haven't made you uncomfortable or anything. I can stop if you want me to" I look down in shame. I don't want to look in his eyes.

"Stop? You think I want this to stop?" His air of awkwardness dropped to humor. "Sydney I like giving you wedgies" he was smiling and chuckling a little "I couldn't believe you admitted to liking them this morning, dude that's so hot!"

"Really?" Well at least I don't have to move I thought. "So... you would consider doing that again sometime" I blushed red again asking for it. I couldn't believe I was asking for it.

"Oh you already want more?" Oh great he's teasing again. "Come here" he gestured for me and for some reason I came closer.

He stood up and shuffled behind me.

Before I knew it he had pushed me over the couch he had just sat on.

I could feel his hand find my underwear again and he pulled up hard and fast. I yelped as I felt the fabric dig into my ass and press into my pussy. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, topped with humiliation.

He tugged in short bursts bouncing me, reapplying that pain and pleasure over and over again.

"I love that noise you're making Sid! Can I call you Sid? Not that it really matters. you're pretty much at my mercy now." I could hear the grin on his face. I wanted to be mad but his words just made me wetter. The amount of pleasure I was getting from this was deprived.

He released me and I got my footing on the ground.

Smack!

His hand collided with my ass and I fell forward onto the couch.

"Oh man you really do like it! That's amazing and also really pathetic!" I look up at him, he looks hungry, I know he's not done.

And I'm honestly not upset with that at all. I wanted more. I loved the way he made me feel; embarrassed and pathetic.

I decided my best bet was to just stay seated so I adjusted myself to being sitting normally on the couch.

This would have been a horrible mistake if I hadn't loved every second so far.

He stood over me like a tower. And then he reached his hand out and grabbed my shoulder pressing me back to the couch.

With his other hand I watched as he reached toward the front of my pants. His fingers slipped under my waistband and felt around till they hooked the front of my thong.

He slowly and torturously started to pull upwards and I couldn't believe how it felt.

My panties were about as up my ass as possible a second ago so all that fabric had to slide back over my already sensitive ass and pussy.

All the pressure was on my pussy now. It was so painful and so good at the same time. I was holding in moans as best as I could.

I watch the whole time as the panties stretch from just out of my pants to my belly button and all the way up to my chest. They really started resisting at this point.

Almost all the pleasure was gone at this point. The fabric was digging in so intensely and yet I still loved every second.

I can't even explain how I felt. Just, utterly humiliating and incapacitated.

I finally looked at Mark. He had a dark look of satisfaction on his face.

When he noticed my gase he made eye contact and then I felt his grip on my shoulder tighten.

He pulled hard. He used what I assumed was a majority of his force. He wanted to make it clean.

And it was, he yanked my panties right off of me in one blinding moment of agony for my pussy.

I couldn't contain the yell that left my lips.

I took a few seconds to process what just happened to me. When I tuned back into my surroundings Mark had let go of me and was now looking fondly at my destroyed panties in his hands.

"Hey I didn't say you could rip them!" I said with a bit of a huff. "That really hurt!"

"I think I'm gonna pin them on my wall" he said, not acknowledging my pout. "They make a great prize don't you think?"

I flushed again at the thought of my ripped panties on his wall.

"You're getting me new ones to replace that!" I said sternly.

"That's fair" he agreed. "I mean you'll need em. I'm definitely doing that to you again, like, many times."

"Oh no you're not! I did not say you could rip them!" I protested.

"But you liked it a lot didn't you? I mean that's why you got all red and flustered? I mean come on you want me to believe these -absolutely soaked by the way- panties didn't come off consensually?" He looked so sly and he was right.

He was so right and I didn't want to admit it.

"Fine" I sigh. "But make it long ok? You're drawing this shit out for me next time"

"Whatever you say Sid" he smirked.

"Do not call me that!" I protested as I got off the couch

Smack

Mark slapped my ass again and felt the rough material of my jeans rub against my tender pussy. I was liking the weird exposure I felt honestly, but I wasn't telling Mark, he'd definitely hide them all before class or something.

"Don't forget to say thank you" he chided.

"Thank you" I replied meekly. I enjoyed his demand more than I should have.

I walked off to my room both in defeat and really really horny.

Honestly I'd probably have to masterbate before dinner.

After changing and getting settled I heard my phone beep.

It was Mark, 'oh god' I thought, before clicking the image.

It was a screenshot of one of those spinners that you can make online to randomly choose an option.

My heart kinda skipped when I started reading the options.

Atomic

scarecrow

Squeaky clean

Icey

Pin wheel

That wasn't all they just kept going.

Another text came in from Mark.

"One a night."

Not a question. Not an option. A statement.

My days were about to get a lot more interesting and I was both worried and already very very wet about it.