The next few days were busy, at least for Michael. He cleaned the apartment and apart from Sarah's room. He was agonized about Friday, wondering what proving meant. He had been locked up longer than last time, and he felt it. His cock kept acting strangely, becoming stiff at things he'd never reacted to before, like an errant pair of Sarah's heels that was lying by the door or her coat sloppily thrown onto an armchair.
When Friday finally came, there was electricity in the air at breakfast. They didn't talk about the evening, but both knew this was the big test. Sarah suspected that if Michael would accept what she had planned, she could push things further. Michael was still wondering what she had planned.
They both went to work, but Sarah was the one to come home first. She had made sure to be the one home first and gathered some stuff from her room. Then she displayed them on the living room coffee table, sat on the couch, and waited for Michael. When Michael opened the door and stepped into the living room, he was surprised to see Sarah waiting for him on the couch.
"Hello, Roomie." He stopped dead in his tracks.
"Have a seat." She gestured to an armchair. Michael hesitantly sat down in the armchair. Michael got up and walked around the coffee table.
"As I told you, there are some stipulations for this evening." She fingered some objects on the table before continuing.
"If you want to be in the apartment while my date is here, you must agree to all this." Michael quickly scanned over the objects on the table, but there wasn't much he recognized and could inform his decision. Sarah scrutinized him closely while he made his decision. Finally, he said.
"Okay, Princess." She smiled broadly.
"Excellent!" She picked up an object in her hands and unfolded it for Michael. It was a black hood, but something was missing. He realized that there were no holes for eyes.
"Sit down on the coffee table with your back to me." She touched the table and encouraged him to move.
"Do you know the reason why I want you to wear it?"
"No."
"Well, it's for your and my date's privacy and shows him what kind of relationship we have." She secured the hood on his face. He was in total darkness. He heard movement around him and chains being uncoiled, reminding him of the last time he was bound.
"Present your arms and legs." Sarah's voice was much sharper when he was without distractions. He felt the same cuffs from Saturday fasten around his wrists and legs. Then, pulled apart by chains, he was actually strapped down to a table.
"There, all ready for inspection." She squeezed his thighs, took a few steps back to take all of Michael, and bit her lip. He did look sexy all tied up, and she got the same reaction as she had on Saturday when she tied him up: pure arousal. She stood there for a minute, absentmindedly caressing herself, until she heard her phone buzz. Then she remembered that she had a date and had to change. She walked into her room and started making herself ready.
Michael realized that it was too quiet, and Sarah probably had left him to wait. He was a little apprehensive about what this "inspection" would entail. The wet feeling of precum was already spreading in his nether regions. The spillage was the only thing keeping him tethered to that time was passing. He heard clicking on the hardwood floor after what felt like an eternity. For his inner eye, he saw an outrageously sexy-clad Sarah strut down the hall, wearing a way too short black dress that was barely covering her tush, black stockings, and black stilettos.
In reality, she had dressed a little more modestly. John had invited her on a date at a fancy restaurant, and he had lent her his credit card to buy the outfit. The dress was more of a flowing gown, the pumps were not so high, and the stockings were dark and alluring, but it wasn't just sexy. It was also elegant.
"Hey, Roomie, too bad you can't see how gorgeous I look in this outfit. I'm certain you would cream your pants at the mere sight of me. Too bad you're wearing that hood. Anyway, I'm heading out. My date is here, so don't go anywhere now." Michael was left alone, sitting on the table as she walked out the door to John's waiting car.
Sarah was fizzing with excitement during the entire time she spent with John. He had waited for her just outside the apartment entrance by immediately kissing her upon her appearance. She had been pleasantly surprised by this but kissed him back. He was an excellent kisser. It also helped that he was handsome. If Michael had been there, he might have felt a little threatened. John was a size larger than Michael everywhere that mattered. Sarah suspected that he had some money, but he never talked about it. He praised her outfit and led her to his car, which this time wasn't a flashy sports car but a more subdued sedan. I was one of those luxury European ones. He opened the door for her and helped her in.
The dinner was lovely, the food was good, and the conversation was great. They had a good time, and she did as the last time when they returned to the apartment complex. She had him park the car and pull him with her up to the apartment. Just as last time, they took considerable time to ascend the stairs to the apartment. All that kissing and touching were hampering their progress. Sarah also had an ulterior motive for being extra handsy and getting John worked up. She didn't know how he would react to the sight of Michael being bound in the living room, and being extra horny might help with him accepting the situation. They had reached the door to the apartment, and she decided to stop and prepare him for the reveal.
"Beyond this door, you will see what I've done to rectify our roommate situation. I hope you're ready." John looked sure of himself.
"Babe, it's just one guy." He kissed her on the neck. She steeled herself and opened the door. The door swung open and revealed the living room and the bound Michael sitting on the table. John ended his kiss and looked up.
"What the fuck!" Both Sarah's and Michael's bodies tensed up. Moment of truth, the following words out of John's mouth were crucial to understanding his thoughts.
"What have you done to him, and what did he do to deserve this?" Sarah breathed out. He didn't sound totally repulsed and disgusted by the sight of Michael. She hugged his shoulder.
"Babe, he's been such a horny little perv last week or so that I felt it best to tie him down as punishment. And this way, he can't perv at our door." John looked at Michael with astonishment.
"And the hood?" Sarah let go of his shoulder and started walking over to Michael.
"That's a little extra. I threw in just for us. So we could walk around the apartment in privacy without wandering eyes following us. And I want to show you something I made him do since last time." She gestured for John to come over to her. John was curious. This was wild. He had never seen a person do this to another person before. He walked over to them, wondering what else she wanted to show him. Sarah started to unzip Michael's pants.
"What are you doing!?"
