Midweek drop.

The next few days were really uneventful, apart from the constant teasing thanks to Sarah's upgraded wardrobe. Michael could also swear that Sarah kept acting provocatively by bending just that little extra or nudging him with her breasts. The nights become both more and less difficult. Less because he had started to get used to his new cage and more because each morning was agony, he would wake up throbbing and sticky, so he had to change sleepwear daily. Thankfully he had learned to put a towel under him so it would catch the liquid.

Sarah, on the other hand, was enjoying herself. It was an alleviation not having to think about Michael. Worrying if things were too hard, they had their protocols so she could focus on having fun. She loved how she dressed, mostly because she knew how much it frustrated Michael. She had also been texting with John and assured him that the roommate situation had been handled. She suggested that he could take her out on Friday. John was curious about how she handled the situation but didn't press her for details.

On Wednesday, while they were watching tv, she lifted the subject.

"Hey, roomie." Michael looked up from the screen.

"Yes, Princess?" Sarah loved when he said those words. She touched his shirtsleeve.

"On Friday, I'm going on a date with the same guy from last time. However, I will have to prove to him that you will be able to behave because of that little stunt you pulled last time he was here." Michael didn't know where she was going with this but knew that he wasn't in a position to negotiate.

"I'll do whatever you need, princess."

"And remember to clean before Friday so the apartment impresses him." She turned back to the tv and continued watching the show. Later that evening, Michael found himself in his room spiraling, thinking about what Sarah meant by proving to her date that he could behave. The thought excited him so much that he tried something he never thought he would do. He tried to hump a pillow. He had seen videos with femdom where it was mentioned but never tried it himself until now, as he always thought it couldn't work. But now he was ****. After half an hour of tirelessly trying to **** some type of extended pleasure, he gave up. I could see that the attempt was fruitless. He only achieved a big damp spot on the pillow, but no orgasm was achieved.

In the other room lay Sarah on her bed lounging. In contrast to Michael, she could do what she wanted, and right now, she was playing with a vibrator. I was crazy how a look from Michael could turn her on. The look he gave her when she told him about the stipulations for Friday was so sexy. She couldn't wait for Friday.