Quick get-to-know-you

You led Megan into your room. Not overly messy, but also not especially tidy. It was a modest, lived-in room with a twin bed in one corner, a desk piled with various books or old papers. A tall dresser took up a narrow wall next to the closet. You ushered her inside and closed the door, locking it to keep your nosy siblings out of your business. They'd draw their own conclusions, but they also knew that Allison was Mom now, so you weren't particularly worried they would think you're suddenly cheating on your girlfriend.

It was a new feeling for you, having an unfamiliar girl in your room, but Megan seemed perfectly at ease as she moved about the room, looking at everything. She was particularly amused by a sword you had hanging on one wall. A replica from a game you'd played a few years before, but she didn't say anything. "I like this room for you. It's perfect." She gestured to the walls. "No bikini girl posters, no weird smell." Bending slightly to peer into the shadows beneath your bed, she added, "No obvious collection of sex toys or porn."

"Yeah, I keep that stuff at my girlfriend's house," you said, taking her bookbag from her to set it on the bed.

She smirked like it was a joke. "Ah. Of course." Maybe she just found it delightfully mischievous that she was in your bedroom while you mentioned your girlfriend.

But it was true. Pretty much anything you and Allison had played with or experimented with was in a box in Allison's room. Your own family was far too nosy for you to have held onto any of it. The only things you did have in your room were a wooden hairbrush and a pair of silk scarves that could be more easily explained than handcuffs or a vibrator, or any number of other things in the box at Allison's.

"Alright, Megan," you said, taking up position directly in front of her.

She looked up at you expectantly.

"You want—or need, rather—someone to take control of you. And you will obey me unquestioningly?"

She nodded slowly. "If you promise to take my goals to heart and help me achieve them, yes. I will submit to you. No questions."

"You want to graduate high school, avoid pregnancy, and regain some self control and dignity by cutting out some pervy older guys. Anything else? Is there anything you absolutely will not do, or will not tolerate me doing to you? Let's get that sorted now."

Her cheeks colored slightly. "Ah... not that I think you might be into. But just to be safe, no blood or toilet stuff, please. No ****. If you're going to take me anywhere in public in any sort of compromising situation, like naked or tied up, I'd rather you not leave me there alone. I want to feel safe, that things are in control... that's about it, I think, for limits. As for other goals... if this goes on that long, I think I'd like to get into college and get a plan for my future, you know? Right no I have no idea."

Her comments surprised you, but painted a picture of her sincerity to truly let you take control. You hadn't even considered something like marching her through a public place naked, but clearly she saw it as a possibility she was prepared to entertain... as long as you didn't also abandon her, which seemed more than fair. "Based on your current academic record, how likely are you to get into college now?"

She shifted, embarrassed. "Oh. Uh... not good, I think. My GPA is fucked. Some of my teachers have given up on me."

You became more curious than anything, trying to form any sort of concrete vision for the girl. "What sort of career are you hoping for? Any? Does it matter?"

She tilted her head. "I don't know. The last time I thought I'd go to college was years ago. I just know my mom wanted it for me, but I can't see myself in an office or anything like that. I just... don't want to end up stripping or whoring, that sort of thing."

You nodded again. You couldn't really see her in a business meeting, or stuck behind a cash register for that matter. "Okay. If you promise to be a real good girl for me and work hard, I will take you on. I'll make something decent out of you. Like a massage therapist. You won't need college for that." You had no idea exactly how long this arrangement was going to go on for, but you started to fantasize about her being your **** for many years, your loyal little masseuse **** contributing her income to the household. Maybe you could even start a business around her and grow that into an empire...

"Oh, yeah! That's actually a great idea." Her excited response cut off your daydream. "I'd love that! Damn, you're already helping me just by making me hopeful for my own future..." She bit her lip and reached for the bottom of your shirt. "Maybe I can help you, too. Got any big problems I can take care of? Any jobs you need done?"