It had been about a month since Ella moved in to Toby's two bedroom flat with him. They had a pretty - interesting start to their flat sharing life together. The first night she moved in, she drugged him, took compromising photos of him and blackmailed him by threatening to publish them online, and humiliated him by measuring his very much below average sized dick on camera.
As it had turned out - despite how real it all felt - this was all a performance on her part. She was a professional dom, and her hope was to pay for some of her rent in domination sessions with her flatmate.
A high risk gamble - that had turned out to have paid off. She was still there, and Toby had decided he was OK with this arrangement. At least for now.
The next few weeks were uneventful. Ella moved in a few more of her belongings, and they got into a routine. Every morning, they'd heat enough water for both of their morning cups of coffee. Ella took the bathroom first, Toby afterwards. Things were starting to get into sync.
A month rolled around, and rent was due. It was Saturday morning, and Toby was at the kitchen table with a coffee, a plate of cookies and his laptop - figuring out what the best time would be to go on a night out with his friends. Ella floated in in her over sized pajama t shirts, yawning, as she prepared her morning brew.
"You busy tonight?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Uhh, as it turns out, nope," Toby replied, closing the lid on his unsuccessful attempt at scheduling socializing.
"K. I have an idea for something you might, you know, enjoy," Ella suggested.
"Hmm. Might be up for that. But no drugs this time, yeah?" Toby quipped.
"Ugh, look, I'm sorry... no. No drugs. Just... fun," she winked, handing him one of her burner phones, "Be out of here at about five. I'll let you know when to come back."
"Al... alright," Toby stuttered, slightly taken aback.
Ella stole one of his cookies, smiled sweetly and winked before settling down on the sofa to watch TV.
Toby rolled his eyes and went back to his laptop.
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Toby had been out in the city center for a little while now, with one more phone than usual. There's only so much time you can loiter in a chain coffee shop, until either you're totally wired with caffeine, or you get kicked out. Toby decided to take his leave before either of those happened, and headed down the footpath along the river.
It wasn't long before he got a text on the burner phone.
"Come back. Your services are required"
- Ella
That threw him. His services? Either way, he headed back to his flat. As he walked through the door, he heard Ella yell to him.
"Stop. Wait."
He did as he was told.
"Strip. Everything please," she instructed, "put your clothes in a pile at the door."
He did as requested - removing his t-shirt, jeans, socks and boxers and putting them in a pile to the right of the door.
"Come in," Ella called from the living room.
Toby tentatively walked down the corridor, trying to cover himself, even though she had seen everything before. He found Ella sitting on the sofa, surrounded by every cushion and pillow in the flat, in a black leotard and high heels - an odd combination.
"Kneel here," she gestured to directly in front of her. Toby shyly shuffled into position and keeled down in front of her.
"Hands to your side. Come on, you have nothing to hide from me," she chirped.
Toby reluctantly moved his hands from his groin, revealing his manhood. On it's appearance, Ella smirked and tried to suppress a laugh. "Sorry I - just forgot what it was like. So cute," Ella joked.
"Now - I need you to help me. Tonight, I'm going to cum. Maybe, more than once. And you're going to help me," Ella informed him.
"No, not with that thing," she pointed at his small cock disdainfully, "You're going to be my sex toy. You're going to help me masturbate, just like a vibrator would. Maybe, if you're really good, you might even get to cum too. But only if you're really good. And you're definitely not going to have sex with me."
Toby looked up in astonishment, but just nodded.
"I see you like that idea," Ella observed, looking at his erection starting to grow. Toby blushed. "But no touching yourself, you hear? Not unless I allow you."
"Now, first, I'd like you to kiss my feet," Ella proffered her left foot in front of Toby's face. He lent over, and have the top of her foot a gentle kiss.