It's a tricky situation.

Holding the railing, you walk down the stairs to your floor, your legs trembling slightly as your mind whirls with the events of the afternoon. You've never felt anything like this before, a sense of pride at being owned, an eager submission to your Master's will, a joy at your degradation and use by a powerful man. And at the same time, a feeling of power and self-awareness, an acceptance of your true self. You have no idea what the future will bring, but you know you will face it willingly, trust and obey your master, and serve his needs and desires.

Still, a part of your mind that had been suppressed while you were in his control scolds you for your wanton behaviour, your eager acceptance of slavery. You feel a flush of shame at the memory of some of the things you did and said and desired, but feel a greater glow of excitement at the memory of the pleasures those same actions brought you.

With the conflict still churning in your mind you reach your apartment door and go in.

"Lisa, there you are!" Jenna, one of your room-mates greets you. "I was worried, girl. Came home and saw this note from the asshole landlord. Called your cell and it rang here."

"Yeah, we were both worried," Nicole, your other room-mate adds. "New robe?"

"Uhh...yeah...I'm ok...I was..I went to talk to the landlord..." you stammer. "He said he'd...give us another two weeks...but that's the last extension."

"You go girl! How'd you do that? I know he was pissed. What'd you do, bang him?" she laughs, then falls silent as she looks at your blushing face. "You did? Lisa, did you really bang him?"

"Eeeeeewwww!" Nicole squeals. "How could you? He's like seventy years old or something. Eeeeeeeewwww!"

"He's in his forties...and it wasn't...I...I didn't...I...." you stammer, blushing furiously, tears starting in your eyes.

"Awwww, it's ok girl," Jenna says, giving you a hug and holding you tight. You hug her back and feel the tears trickling down your cheeks.

"I don't know how you could do that," Nicole says in disgust, shaking her head. "And only got an extension for it? He should have written the whole thing off, for the chance to fuck a girl your age. I wouldn't have given it up so easy." She looks at you with scornful superiority.

"Oh fuck off Nicole," Jenna snaps. "We've seen some of the losers you've banged, so leave Lisa alone." She leads you over to the couch and sits down with you, hugging you again. "You ok girl? He didn't hurt you or anything?"

"Yeah...I'm ok...he didn't do...anything...I didn't want..."

"Eeeeeeewwwww! You wanted it? Gross!" Nicole makes a gagging face.

"Fuck right off Nicole!" Jenna snarls. "You're not helping."

"Fuck you too Jenna! I'm not the one fucking creepy old men for next to nothing. Maybe you should go up and bang him, maybe your pussy would get us another two hours."

"And yours would get us free rent for a year I suppose. Get over yourself, bitch!" Furious, Jenna starts to stand, her movements pulling your robe open to your thighs, exposing the red stripes of your lashing on your soft flesh. Both your room-mates stop, staring at the marks of your discipline as you make a futile attempt to cover yourself.

"He did hurt you!" Jenna exclaims. "Oh my God, you poor girl! Did he **** you?"

"I'm calling the cops," Nicole says, grabbing her cell phone.