Sarah's a Good Roommate

Sarah's a Good Roommate - Chapter 2

Friday evening, 1 week in, 9pm

[So, as an update from this last week. Matt moved in on Saturday. He spent much of Saturday moving his stuff into the spare room. So far, not much has happened. He's stayed pretty much to himself. We do see each other around the flat. In the mornings, in the evenings. He hasn't set any rules, made any demands. To be honest, I've tried to avoid being in the flat - working late, eating out, seeing my friends at the weekend. Anything to really avoid being around the flat, near him. Despite his Discord name he's not actually that bad? Maybe just wanted a room?]

Sarah posted he weekly update in the discord chat as she sat on the bus. She'd gone straight to a yoga class after work and then eaten at the gym café. Not really looking forward to getting back to her flat. Could she really avoid her flat for the next 2 years? Surely Matt wasn't that bad. The bus pulling up to her stop, she glances again at her phone, and regrets it as she sees responses flowing in.

<He's called CuntMaster - I'm sure he'll Master you soon cunt!>

<maybe you're right. Maybe he's a nice guy - and you'll get off easy>

<He can read this chat you dumb cunt!>

She quickly locks her phone and gets off the bus her yoga mat bag bashing on her side.

It's only a few blocks till she's at her building. Using her keys, newly cut since Matt took her set. She walks up the three flights of stairs and stands outside the door listening. Shit he's up, she can hear the TV from the living room. Carefully, trying to keep quiet, she enters her flat. Walking down the short hallway, past the utility cupboard, the toilet and the door to Matt's room, she enters the living room. He's sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer, feet up on the coffee table staring at the TV. She walks along the side of the room to get to her room door.

'Hey Sarah! How's it going?' he calls out, she pauses with her hand on the door handle.

'Erm. hi Matt, yeah good' she opens the door to step in and get away from him.

'Sarah, dump your stuff in your room, and come back here. We should have a chat.'

Nervously Sarah walks across the room to the armchair to the side of the sofa Matt is on. She's still in her yoga gear as she sits. Tight burgundy leggings, dark grey hoodie and white socks, her trainers taken off at the entrance. She sits, hands on her lap as she looks at him taking another sip of beer.

'I thought would be good for us to chat, Sarah.' Her stomach fluttering at the thought 'I've been here a week now. I've been settling in.' he pauses looking at her 'and so haven't really focused on YOUR little game.' Sarah's eyes open wide. 'Yes, it's been bad of me to focus on myself, hasn't it? After all I'm getting free rent in exchange for playing, right?'

'It's Ok Matt, really, you don't have.'

'Oh Sarah' he cuts across her 'that wouldn't be very nice of me now, would it? Would it? After all I'm getting from this deal, you should get what you wanted, right?'

Oh god, her heart sinking 'but Matt, is ok, I...' he picks up his phone and opens it.

'After all, you spent so long coming up with such fun ideas. You have a very nasty mind Sarah, who would have thought that when you typed them all, you secretly wanted them done to you. '

'Matt, it's not like that,'

'C'mon Sarah' he looks at his phone 'So many ideas, I made a note of all YOUR ideas, should we do some?'

'No!'

He laughs a dry rasp, 'No, what about' his thumb swiping on his phone 'ahh yes. You suggested a uniform, remember that?

Her face blushing, she remembered getting incredibly detailed about what the volunteer should wear in the flat. Incredibly detailed and nasty. Her heart sinking, it had been fun when she typed it, but now.

'Shall we do that Sarah? Shall we get it, so you can change into it when you arrive... 'he looks at his phone 'tight latex, with and I quote large, spiked plugs in her ass, pussy and urethra. Urethra? What kinda sick person thinks of that? Shall we do that Sarah?'

'No, god no please' she gasps, she's feeling hot, nervous, tummy squirming.

He laughs again 'Don't worry Sarah. Don't worry, I'm teasing.'

She relaxes as at his words, then tenses again as he talks on

'No, I'm not like that, not at all' he leans forward 'I'm much worse. this is going to be nice and slow Sarah. We'll do a lot on your list, but not yet, not for a while, a long while. It's the anticipation you see; that's the fun bit right. You've been relaxing this week, thinking this wouldn't be that bad. That's what I like Sarah, to tug that gently away from you and see your face' he laughs... 'don't worry, we'll play the game but do it MY way. Want to hear about it? '

'Yes' she answers with dreaded curiosity.

He grins, pausing to knock back the last of his beer.

'Good, we'll be playing MY game Sarah. Nice and slow, how it goes will really be up to you. We'll take is easy on you, OK?' He sits back.

'We are going to have rules and guidelines. And a lot of fun. I know you had some hypnotism to make you go through with this, even if you wanted to back out. You know what that makes you?'

'No?'

'Weak Sarah. Sarah, the smart lawyer, is weak, is vulnerable and exploitable' he smiles ''shame really, but you should be thankful I'm here to take care of you. Someone else might take real advantage. But, for the last week, whilst you've been sleeping calmly in your bed every night. A little Bluetooth speaker has been playing in your room. Whispering sweet words in your ear as you sleep. Programming you, to help keep you out of trouble.'

Sarah shuffles uncomfortably in her seat, oh god oh god no.

'Want to know what it's been saying?'

Her heart pounding and mouth dry, she just nods.

He grins, standing up and walking to the fridge for a fresh beer whilst he talks. 'It's been teaching you your rules Sarah, Embedding them in you. I'm afraid you won't be able to get them out by yourself.'

He opens the can and takes a sip, waling back to sofa, grinning at the dread on Sarah's face.

'They will be active from the moment I say Indentured. Ops' he laughs dropping to the sofa 'from the moment I SAID Indentured, till the end of my tenancy. What are they?' he smiles 'just a few, just a few. Firstly, you must sleep in your room every night. Secondly, you are NOT to touch or interfere with the speaker. I've moved it to a better position now. Yes, I did pop into your room this afternoon. Rule number three just embeds your need to edge 4 times a day, but only cum once a day. And finally, and this is the best part, you MUST tell me, as soon as possible if you break a guideline.'

Sarah's eyes wide as he talks, she's been hypnotised, EVERY night for the last week, she can't believe it.

'Guidelines? I see you thinking, what are they? Well, this is key part, Sarah. You will obey the rules, you don't have a choice, but that's not going to be fun is it, not a challenge for you? But following the guidelines is all down to you. All down to you. We'll set you a new guideline once a week Sarah. Don't worry, they will be nice and simple to start with, just adding some restrictions, to start with gradually building, restrictions to start with and we'll see after that. We'll take our time getting to the sexy, kinky stuff, but we'll only do those when you ask for them. Easy right? But one a week, Sarah? that's ONE HUNDRED and FOUR guidelines, ONE HUNDRED and FOUR by the time we are done. And it will all be up to you to follow them., ONE HUNDRED and FOUR Sarah, can you imagine what it will be like in two years, or even a few months. It'll be tough right, but you need to do your best to follow them, to the letter'

He pauses sipping his beer to let it sink in.

'because if you don't follow them, you'll tell me right? See how fun this is? And IF you break one, this is where the fun starts. Every time you break one Sarah, we'll add one more guideline, and they will all get stricter Sarah. Will be a guideline, but also, we might need to add a rule or set you a punishment. If you stick to all the guidelines, it's going to be bad but start breaking them' he snorts 'I wonder how much of Sarah will be left in 2 years? Fun right'

Sarah's eyes wide. Oh god

'enough monologuing from me' he grins 'shall we start? Ready?

'No' Sarah squeaks out.

'Oh Sarah, you are so funny! Well to get this started I had three ideas but couldn't decide. As this is the first week, we'll kick off with three guidelines, that will last until I change them, understand?'

'yes' is all Sarah can get out.

'Good, glad to see your getting into it. Exciting hey? So, your first guideline is that you will not lie to me, not directly or by omission. Get it?'

Sarah nods

'Good, guideline number 2, this one is about what you can use in the flat. You can use your bed, bathroom, drawer, wardrobe. Your clothes, jewellery, toiletries. Your phone, laptop, iPad. And furniture, doors of course' he says laughing 'you can also use anything in the kitchen, except the dishwasher. Anything else you need to get permission for, understand.

She nods, not too bad. A lot better than she'd suggested in the chat.

'The third guideline is, well you've clearly been avoiding me, being out of the flat, so you get a curfew. What days do you HAVE to be in the office?'

'Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday'

'And your set working hours, not the ones you do but your contracted hours?'

'9 till 5, but I do work longer.'

He snorts 'how long is the commute, if everything works perfectly.'

'35minutes'

'Good, and what other commitments do you have, apart from work, but not including meeting friends or shopping? Stuff like working out?'

Sarah bites her lip 'Well, I go running typically Saturday morning, then HITT classes on Monday and Thursday morning 7:30-8:30 and a reformer Pilates Wednesday 5:30-6:30 and Yoga on Friday 5:30-6:30'

Matt smiles. 'Great, so you are allowed out Saturday 7-8am, Monday 7-9am, Tuesday and Thursday 7am-5:30pm, Wednesday 8:30-7:00, and you can skip your Friday yoga. You can keep going to all your fitness stuff, we need you healthy, lean, and toned don't we. Apart from that, you will be in the flat. Understand?'

She looks at him, opening her mouth to ask about this weekend, when she's meant to meet friends for dinner on Saturday and some for lunch on Sunday, but she thinks better of it.

'Understand, Sarah?'

'Yes'

'Good, you might be weak willed, but I'm sure you can remember stuff. You'll have to 'cos otherwise will get worse quickly, unless that's what you want?'

He pauses, then continues 'Right, I need to get back to the football, you can do the washing up, no dishwasher access I'm afraid. Grab me a beer first. Then when you are done, I'm sure you'll want to head to your room for your daily orgasm.' He laughs and turns the TV volume back on. Sarah stands and walks to the kitchen area.

15 minutes later

Closes the door to her room and leans her back against it. Matt had ignored her whilst she cleaned. Her mind pacing, heart beating fast. She had thought she was going to be OK. But no. oh fuck. Well at least the guidelines should be easy. What was it they say to new prisoners? Keep your head down and do your time, that's all she could do here. Fuck.

Peeling off her hoodie as a she moves to the bed. She sees a Bluetooth speaker on her bedside table, it wasn't there this morning. It must have been the one in her room playing the hypnosis tapes. Without thinking, her hand reaches out to turn it off. But she can't she just can't touch it. Straining, her fingers stop on their own. They are a few centimetres from the switch but not going further.

Fuck. Fuck

She'll deal with that in the morning, first she really, really needs to cum. Then she can shower and sleep. She can figure this out in the morning.

She lays on the bed and snakes her hands into her leggings.

Laying there panting, her fingers working, but it won't come. Her mind keeps going to the vision of the maid outfit she'd described and imagining having to wear it. Fuck. She rolls over to the side. Reaching out to open a bedside table drawer and pull out her vibrator.

(to be continued)

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