Spilling John's name.

After Sarah left the room and Michael counted to ten, then he removed the hood. The living room lay silent and glum. He was once again locked. Surveying the room, he realized that there was actually something to clean up. He started with the leftovers from dinner and continued on to the bathroom. As he passed close to Sarah's door, he swore he heard a low buzzing from the other side. But it was too faint to be certain, so he continued. He left her clothes outside the door and returned to the living room. He wiped off the coffee table, which was still stained with precum. He then removed the chain and cuff, and lastly, he picked up the hood. He left everything a Sarah's door, but when he got up to go to his room, he grabbed the hood and took it with him.

Sarah spent the rest of the evening in her bed, as Michael suspected she was playing with herself, imagining all the things they could do. She also spent some time texting with John and being asked out for lunch and a day on the town. Things were going so well for them, and she fell asleep, her head spinning with new sexy ideas.

On Sunday morning, Sarah was greeted with all the stuff Michael had gathered for her. She picked up the clothes and gear and realized the hood was missing. Committing that to memory, she dumps the laundry in her basket and puts away the binds. In the kitchen, Michael sat drinking coffee. He was already dressed, which meant that he had remembered the rules. Sarah was, of course, not well dressed. She had managed her dressing gown, which left little to the imagination and not much more.

"Morning, Roomie. Hope you made some coffee for me." Michael looked up, his hair strangely tousled. He looked up as she ruffled his hair even more.

"Good morning, Miss. Of course." Sarah grabbed a cup and poured some. She remained standing while she drank it.

"Had a good night?" Her eyes probed him intently. She suspected that he had used the hood on himself again and even slept in it, and she wondered if her would tell her or hide it. Michael had the hood in his pocket, and he fingered it subconsciously when he answered.

"Y-yes, very good." His voice was uncertain and not at all convincing, and his cheek turned a light shade of pink. Sarah smiled to herself behind the cup. She was surprised by what a kink sponge Michael was; it seemed like every kinky thing she introduced to him. He latched on too. Sarah felt it was both a blessing and a curse because she could try so much new stuff, but there would be things he wouldn't like or enjoy, which could be devastating if she weren't careful. When she was half done, she said.

"I'm going to the mall today." Michael looked up, surprised. Sarah just went the other weekend, and so rich weren't they, as she could buy loads of stuff every weekend.

"It's John. He wanted to treat me." Michael looked even more surprised. Sarah fanned forgetfulness.

"Oh right, it's my boyfriend's name. I must have forgotten to tell you that." She brushed it off like it was something she just forgot, but her stomach fluttered when she said that. Michael's stomach was also doing somersaults. The mysterious man had a name! Suddenly another stone in their relationship fell into place. Sarah really had a boyfriend, or what you want to call it. She put the cup in the dishwasher and got up to make herself ready. Michael followed her as he retightened the dressing gown, but he was sure she flashed him briefly before brushing past him and leaving him with his coffee.

Sarah dressed quickly, John had promised to be there at nine o'clock, and it was already eight thirty. She put some real effort into it, did her hair, and picked out another of her new outfits. John was just at the hour mark, and she breezed out the door while blowing a kiss at Michael.