How Michael got his new apartment

Michael was working now for the FemFin Bank for a little over a month. Everything was fine. He had fun with his work. His colleagues were nice and fun to work with. The problem he had, was, that he still had no apartment of his own. The ones he visited were either too small or too expensive.

The ladies at work asked their male colleagues for favors, yes. But 95 % were pretty normal, like helping carrying a package from A to B. The last 5 % of the favours were different. Mostly they ordered the men to put off the pouches for an "Inspection" as they called it. Michael also had to undergo these inspections a few times. It didn't take long, until every woman in the bank knew, that he is very well endowed.

At noon a woman entered the office, Michael had never seen before. She looked very sophisticated. Her clothes looked very expensive. There was something aristocratic about her.

Michael greeted and wanted to ask her, how he could help her. But Ms McDonnel was already shouting from behind: "Hi Anne. Nice to see you!" Both greeted each other with a hug. It was clear that these two were good friends. Maybe even best friends.

Ms McDonnel told Michael, that she will go to lunch with her friend. Should someone want something from her, he should just tell them to ask later. Michael knew what that meant. Ms McDonnel will be out for the next 1,5-2 hours and didn't want to be disturbed.

He was right. Two hours later the two ladies came back.

"Ok, Anne. Give me some time. Than I have all the information you need." said Ms McDonnel to her friend.

The guest turned to Michael: "Hello, we still hadn't had time to get to know each other. My name is Anne Hargrave. I'm an old friend of Lizbeth. You must be the new secretary. Lizbeth really praises you a lot."

Both had a nice conversation. Anne had a nice sense of humour. And she seemed to know, how to tickle his ego.

At one point she asked him: "Do you already have an apartment of your own?"

"No, not yet. I have surveyed a few. But none of them were really right for me."

"Ah, I see. Perhaps I have something for you. Do you want to take a look?"

"Sure. When and where?"

"How about now?"

"I fear, I still have work to do."

At that moment Ms McDonnel came and handed over some documents to Anne.

"Can you spare him for the rest of the day?" Anne asked Lizbeth.

"Sure. There is not much left to do. Just enjoy the rest of the day." Lizbeth answered.

They drove to a huge, luxurious house outside the city. On the way, she complimented him in the right way to make him fluttered. But she never went so far, that it became ridiculous. She really knew, how to tickle his ego.

Michael was really impressed by the house. When he entered it, he could see a huge garden in the backside with man working there.

"He is the gardener." explained Anne. "I have a few more employees."

She lead Michael up the stairs to a room on the first floor. It was like a living room. Anne opened the door to the right: "This is the sleeping room. And here is the bathroom."

It was small suite with it's own bathroom and it's own balcony.. The furniture in it looked as luxurious as the rest of the house. Michael thought: "That is perfect!"

He asked her: "How much does it cost?"

"I have more than enough money. And the house is big enough for dozens of people. So, it doesn't cost you money." was her answer.

"So, … I don't have to sign a rental agreement?"

"Oh yes. I want to keep things legally binding, so to say."

"Ok, I take it. When can I sign it?"

"Great!", Anne smiled cheerfully, "How about we sign it now?"

On the way to her office, Anne explained a few things: "Besides the gardener, a janitor, a cook, a poolboy, a chauffeur and two maids are working for me. And I share the house with my two best friends. One is Brittany. We just call her Brit. She works in the research division of WCM, which is pharmaceutical company. The other one is Catherine. You can call her Cat, as we all do. She is a real computer nerd."

When they arrived at her office, they sat down at a large desk. Anne handed him over the rental agreement.

It was three pages. Michael read all of them.

The first few paragraphs were just normal formalities. The the last paragraph was not only the longest, Michael was a shocked by it. It said:

1. He is not allowed to wear clothes inside the house or the garden or the pool area, except one of the ladies tells him otherwise.
2. When he enters the house, he has to stand in entrance until one of the ladies will take off the pouch.
3. He is not allowed to cover his cock or balls in any way. If he does, he will be punished.
4. He has to make sure, that his cock is hard at least once every hour when he is at home, except he is sleeping.
5. If the erection doesn't happen naturally, he has to stroke his cock, until it's hard.
6. If the needs to stroke his cock to get it hard, he has to do that until precum is visible.
7. The ladies can order him to stroke his cock at any time, he is at home. He has to follow that order without hesitation.
8. The ladies can order him to watch porn to increase his horniness.
9. He is not allowed to cum without permission of at least one of the ladies.
10. An orgasm without permission, not matter the circumstances, will lead to severe punishment.
11. An unauthorized orgasm has to be reported immediately to all the ladies. Failing to do so, will lead to severe punishment.
12. The ladies determine how he can cum.
13. He is not allowed use a blanket while sleeping.
14. The video material becomes automatically the property of the ladies. They can do with it whatever they want.
15. The ladies can play with his cock and balls whenever, however and where ever they want.

Michael looked at her: "You said, I don't have pay for it."

"I said, you don't have to pay with money. You will instead pay with your cock and balls. They will be ours. Our toys. And we can play with it as much as we want." she grinned at him.

"And what video material?"

"There are cameras everywhere in the house. You see, there is no way for you to cheat."

"And if I refuse?"

"You can do that. And I can have nice talk to my friend Lizbeth."

Michael knew what that meant. He signed the agreement. His ego fooled him again.