It started when she lost her job. It wasn't really her fault that it happened; she worked as a secretary for some big business and the higher ups had made a bit of a miscalculation when it came to what would sell and what would not. Naturally, it wasn't them who suffered when the budget had to be tightened. A bunch of the smaller workers were let go to save money, accountants, lower level managers and, yes, secretaries.
One of them was Lynna.
She was twenty five years old and had worked in the city for most of her life; she had a positive working relationship, a good income and an apartment that she shared with several roommates. Everything was going well for her until the news hit, and then suddenly, nothing was.
The apartment that she shared with the others was both large and expensive, and until a couple of hours ago, she would have considered it a sign of her success. Now she was sitting in her room, staring at the mirror, wondering how she would make the rent.
The woman looking back at her was certainly conventionally attractive, with smooth and pale skin, long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a delicate-looking face, with red lips. She was still dressed for work, wearing a brown-black blouse with a mid-length skirt that showed off her long legs.
She'd called a meeting. The others were waiting for her in the other room. It wasn't going to be fun to tell them what had happened. Truth be told, she was pretty sure they wouldn't kick her out or anything.
It was still embarrassing, though.
She stood up from the chair beside the mirror and forced herself into the living room where the others had already gathered. There were four of them, three guys and a girl. They listened intently as Lynna outlined what had happened, how she had lost her job, and her resulting lack of money. After it was done, she waited for them to speak.
"That's terrible, Lynna." Samantha was the first. She was the only other woman, a red-head with a dazzling smile and freckled skin. "Of course we'll cover it for you."
"For now, at least," Murmured David. He was a big guy, muscular with the build of a weight-lifter. "Don't forget that the rest of us don't exactly have a whole lot to spare either. You'll need to find a new job fast."
"Of course I know that," Lynna flushed red. "But it's not exactly going to be easy, you know. With things as they are..."
"I know." Andrew spoke in a clean, clipped tone. He was a tall, thin man in his late twenties. He wore glasses, and had the look of someone who would fold away in a closet when not in use. "The situation is dire, I agree."
"We can't just kick her out!" Samantha objected, whirling on the others. "She's our friend! Of course we have to support her!"
"I'm not saying we abandon her," David raised a hand defensively. "We all know Lynna and we all care about her. Don't pretend even for a moment that it's anything else. I'm just pointing out that this place is expensive. Affording it with five people was fine. With four people? Touch and go."
"We could cut back," Andrew pointed out. "Between the four of us, we should be able to make up Lynna's slice of the rent."
"That's true," Samantha nodded. "We just have to trim a few corners."
"How long can we keep that up, though?" David said. "We all have some spare cash at the moment, but that will drain quickly if we have to keep paying the rent without a fifth member. Yeah, we could do it for a while, but it would be uncomfortable."
"Unless she compensates us some other way," Spoke the fourth member of their community. His name was Trevor, and he was a small man in glasses. He didn't speak often, but when he did it was usually worth listening to. No one knew quite what he did, but he was the most wealthy out of all of them.
"What do you mean, ''compensates us in other ways''?" Samantha said slowly. "You know how creepy that sounds, right?"
"Very much," Trevor sighed. "If she doesn't want to do it, she doesn't have to. But Lynna, you've always been, ah, sexually open haven't you?"
It was true; she was proud of her body and had always been open about her sexuality with the others. She had even slept with one or two of them a few times. It wasn't something that she was ashamed of. She enjoyed the pleasure she felt during sex, and enjoyed the way she was able to make others feel good as well.
"What are you suggesting?" Lynna asked.
"You don't have to listen to him," Samanatha told her. "Really, Lynna. We'll pay for your rest, don't worry about it."
"If I ask you to do it for nothing, I'm being a burden. Even if you can, you shouldn't have to." Besides, she was curious. Lynna was always up to try new things, and she was wondering if Trevor was angling to have his way with her in exchange for paying the rest. It was a bit cliche, but she wasn't absolutely adverse to it. She was between partners at the moment, and had been a bit frustrated with her usual toys. This could be just the spice she was looking for.
But Trevor was not thinking of something quite so simple.
"Would you be willing to enter into an agreement with the rest of the apartment?" He asked her. "If I pay for half of your rent, and the other four pay for the other half, would you be willing to sign a contract allowing us certain rights to your body and your person?"
"Trevor!" Samantha snapped. "That's sick! You can't expect her to agree to something like that!"
"She hasn't said no yet," Trevor pointed out. "And Lynna isn't exactly the sort of woman who is shy about her body. I would not ask this of you, or anyone else. But I think here, there is a reasonable chance she might accept."
"What kind of agreement are we talking about here? Be specific."
"Ah," Trevor grinned mirthlessly. "A good question. In exchange for us paying your rent for as long as you want and need, with no time limit by which you are forced to get a job, you agree to follow any and all rules that we set down, to obey us and our direct commands, and to accept punishment from us when you fail to do any of the above."
Lynna said nothing for a few moments, weighing the thought in her head. It was true; if she wasn't rushed to find a job, it would make things much easier and she would probably be able to find something better. However, if she were honest, that wasn't the foremost thing in her mind. Trevor had read her correctly, and his idea intrigued her. It would allow her to experience things she had not felt before. She'd done roleplays based around submission or dominance with multiple of her partners, but never before had she been asked to commit to something so permanent. Or, for that matter, involving so many people.
She swallowed slowly, mastering her emotions and giving away none of her inner thoughts.
"I think..." She said slowly, "That everyone should put it to a vote."
"Lynna, no way," Samantha looked stunned. "This is your body, not anyone else's! Why should anyone but you get to decide?"
"Because she is interested," Trevor said. "But is feeling out everyone else. Obviously, my vote is that you accept."
"No way." Samantha crossed her arms with a frown. "Refuse."
Andrew shrugged.
"Do as you want. Even if you do not agree, we'll cover the rent for this month and maybe the next if we can afford it. There is no immediate pressure."
That left David as the only one who had not spoken yet. The big guy seemed to consider carefully.Then, he looked at her. Really looked at her, his eyes roaming across her body, seeing her low-cut skirt, and her striking face. The way her uniform drew attention to her chest.
"I think you should accept."
"Dave!"
"If she wants to, she should!" He defended. "Not to mention, having Trevor cover half the extra rent would be good for the rest of us."
"You just want to have her under your power!"
"I'm not going to lie and pretend that isn't part of it," He growled. "Lynna is sexy as hell, and the idea of having her in my power is hot. But I am not such an asshole that I'd force her into something like that if she really didn't want to."
He turned to look at her face.
"Like Andrewe said, we'll cover the rent for as long as we can even if you don't go along with this. So if you do, make sure to do it only because you want to do it. No other reason."
Lynna bit her lower lip, uncertainty rising through her. She didn't know what she wanted to do, and the simple world of a few moments ago had vanished. Suddenly, she had a new path and it was one that she had not even considered. Instead of relying on the others and being a burden to them, she could become, what, their sex slave? Was that what Trevor was driving at? The idea ought to have been mortifying and humiliating, but Lynna was turned on and intrigued. She'd never been shy about her body, or about enjoying the things that it could experience and she would be lying if she said the idea didn't turn her on at least a little.
"What are the rules?" She asked. Seeing Samantha's face, she quickly added, "Not that I am automatically going to agree! But I want to know what exactly is being offered here."
"Well, firstly, you would be expected to obey any and all commands given to you by one of us," Trevor said. "Even if you found it shameful or humiliating."
"All right," Lynna said, surprising herself with how steady her voice was. "I can consider something like that. What else?"
"I think she should be naked," David said. "What? We all know what this is about. If Lynna is really willing to agree, let's not pretend it's anything but what it is. I think the first rule she should follow is that she should be naked at all times when in the apartment unless there is a pressing reason otherwise."
"I disagree," Trevor's glasses glinted as he adjusted them slightly, "She should be able to wear panties and underwear so long as they are sufficiently arousing."
David considered for a moment, and then nodded.
