You stay naked and avoid your neighbours

It hardly seems worth it to put on clothes for the couple of minutes you will be out of the flat, only to strip again when you get back. Besides, from what you can tell, you are far more likely to get in trouble nowadays for wearing clothes than not, so you take a deep breath and then open the door and walk as swiftly as you can without risking a spanking for running in the hallway. Fortunately, there is nobody in the foyer, nor in the garden, so you are able to hang out the mattress protector with the pegs already on the line and return without incident.

Your treacherous body is betraying you again, aching for you to thrust your fingers between your legs when you get back to your new home, but you just ignore it and return to the kitchen, where your girlfriend is just dishing up. You go to pour fruit juices from the refrigerator, but then remember that you did not fill it last night, so instead you open a new carton, pour a couple of lukewarm glasses and then put the remainder in to chill. Diana reluctantly relinquishes her apron and sits down to eat, carefully ignoring the cameras capturing her every move.

Breakfast is nothing short of an indulgence, but one that you feel you thoroughly deserve after the last twenty four hours. You are so ravenous that you demolish the better part of the meal with no conversation, although the looks you exchange speak volumes. It is far from the first time you have eaten a meal together in the nude, but it is the first time you have been remotely monitored doing so and you are both acutely aware of how this limits the options for dealing with the frustration you feel after the supervised lovemaking last night. As is so often the case, being unable to scratch this particular itch just makes the desire to do so even stronger.

Finally, Diana breaks the silence.

"I know we were planning to clean your old place tonight and mine tomorrow, but I'm thinking we really need to unpack first if George Collins is going to be doing his inspection tomorrow. I get the feeling it won't be acceptable to have loads of boxes cluttering up the place."

"No, you're right. We should finish unpacking this evening, right after work. We can always finish the cleaning at the weekend if we don't have time before that. This is lovely, by the way."

"Well, don't get used to it! I'm not going to become your personal chef just because we're living together."

You both look at each other, slightly giddy at the thought that you are, in fact, now living together.

"We should make a rota," you suggest, "with strict punishments if we don't pull our weight."

"Oh, don't worry," your girlfriend replies with a twinkle in her eye, "I'll have you over that horse before you know what's hit you, if you leave too much of the housework to me."

"Well, since you cooked, I'd better do the washing up then, hadn't I?"

"Actually, I thought we'd do it together and then we can find out whether that shower really is big enough for two."

Your stomach lurches at the thought of sharing a shower, usually something you would love, but in your current state of arousal and frustration, a dangerous undertaking. You are not sure you will be able to keep your hands off one another, but even if you do, the anonymous viewers might take exception. However, Diana is clearly looking forward to it and the idea of using the new shower for the first time together is too good to pass up, so in the end it happens, just as Diana wished.

It turns out that showering with your girlfriend is incredibly frustrating when you are not allowed to be intimate. Seeing her lather up her delectable body stirs memories of other times and makes you thankful that the cascading water hides just how wet you are. From the stiffness of her nipples, she is struggling just as much as you are. The shower is only just big enough, meaning you are mere millimetres apart as you wash, which certainly does not help, but the main problem is needing to wash thoroughly for the benefit of anyone watching, but not too thoroughly, in case they think you are engaging in pleasures now forbidden to you.

You emerge from the cubicle slightly weak at the knees, clean, but not quite as refreshed as you usually are. After an initial drying, you wrap towels around yourselves and finish getting ready for work.

"I think maybe we should shower separately until we're a bit less, uh," Diana shrugs.

"Desperately horny? Yes, good idea." You pause for a moment and then add: "It was worth it, though."

The two of you exchange a kiss and then finish getting ready. There is a moment of panic when you almost leave the bathroom with the towel still wrapped around your torso, but you remember just in time that you are not allowed to wear towels in the rest of the flat and hang it on the rail. You pick out your clothes for the day and carry them to the front door to put on, a ritual that will no doubt become second nature over time, but is rather surreal just at the moment.

To start with, the bus ride is relaxing. You have never been so relieved to be wearing clothes, not even after being naked for a punishment. However, since you took a day off yesterday, you and Diana decide to use the journey to check your emails and messages on your smartphones and that is when things get decidedly less relaxing.