Yes, this is happening

"Yes, I'll be... right over", you reply with as much faked enthusiasm as you can muster. You stare at your landlord uneasily before deciding to solidify your statement by giving a firm nod.

Your landlord licks his lips, seemingly convinced by your approval. "Good, I'll leave you to your cooking then", he states. "I always head to bed early, so don't be late.". Having said that, he turns around and heads for the stairs.

You slowly close the door and lean your back against it, feeling flustered and awkward. Is this really what you're resorting to? Being a porn actress was one thing, but exchanging your body for rent? With your landlord no less; that impatient, grumpy old man that had been pestering you at every opportunity. You groan softly; confused by the many conflicting emotions running through your head. You shake it off for now and decide not to dwell on it, keeping your mind blank as you finish preparing your dinner.

You find little joy in your meal as you go thoughtlessly through the motions of eating. Afterwards you leave the dishes in the sink, quickly undressing in order to have a brief shower. It's good to finally wash away the grime and slime of the day, and you make sure to use plenty of shampoo. You could stay under this shower for far longer, but you can't keep your landlord waiting either. You dry off and stumble towards the mirror to glance at your reflection, noticing that you look exactly as nervous as you feel. You avert your eyes and hop butt-naked over to your dressing cabinet. Looking suitable for the occasion shouldn't be too complicated, since you have a nice set of knockers and know exactly how to show them off.

You find an old corset and dark purple mini skirt which barely comes down to your knees. To finish up, you slide your feet into your cutest heels. You step back in front of the mirror, feeling your heart beating in your chest as you make some small adjustments to your attire. Once you're satisfied, you start re-applying a little make-up; partly to hide the fact that your cheeks are draining color just by imagining what you'll be doing with your landlord mere moments from now. You hastily banish that thought from your mind and make a little twirl in front of the mirror. You look amazing; your entire body and outfit draped with unbridled sexuality.

Okay. It's time. You hastily apply a bit of perfume and grab your keys before stepping towards your door and reaching for the doorknob, taking a few deep breaths to steady your nerves. You open the door cautiously to peek outside into the hallway. The last thing you need right now is any fellow tenants seeing you dressed up like this on a visit to your landlord. The coast seems clear, so you step outside and creep down the stairs to his apartment. You feel so nervous that you feel like you could throw up, but steeling yourself you raise your hand and gently rap your knuckles on his door - which somehow feels more discreet than just ringing the bell.

A moment passes, but the door doesn't seem to open. Perhaps you're in luck and your landlord has fallen asleep already? You don't want to stand around in the hallway for too long either, so you stand on your toes and lean in to look through the peephole for any activity... only to see him staring back at you. Seconds later the door opens.

"Come in, come in!", your landlord says with an eager grin, stepping aside as he holds the door open. "You make me so happy, Marlow, you know that, right?"

"I do", you say in honesty as you step forward into his apartment, which is bland, spotless and smells faintly of bleach.

You turn around to face him as he closes the door behind you and you notice his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at the sight of your outfit; especially the parts that don't cover your body. "So purtily dressed up", he observes astutely. "It makes me wonder what your favor will be".

"My.... favor?", you ask, not entirely sure you understand. You figured it was pretty obvious where this visit was headed.

Your landlord grins, slowly wagging a finger at you. "Yes, your substitution for the rent?"

You frown at him for a second. "Well... Uh.", you suggest by unsubtly lowering your gaze down towards his crotch.

"Well, the thing is...", your landlord begins, seemingly oblivious to your suggestion as he steps past you. "I've been dabbling in BDSM, and I would really like to tie you up if that's okay with you".

You blink, taken aback by this sudden revelation. "Tie... me... up...?", you repeat, observing him as he steps over towards the living room.

"Yes", your landlord confirms, gesturing for you to sit down on the sofa. "I have to warn you though, it might hurt a little".

"Hurt?!", you ask, perplexed. This wasn't the kind of fetish you had anticipated the old man to have. Or perhaps he simply jumped at the opportunity to exact a little vengeance on a late-paying tenant? For all you know this could be every landlords' wet dream.

"Well, it probably won't", your landlord hastens to add, turning away to open a cabinet behind him. "But it might".

"I... see", you answer, having to process this new information. This was perhaps going a somewhat different direction than you had originally anticipated.

He lets out a raspy chuckle, still not facing you as he reaches inside the cabinet. "So are you ready to start paying your due?", he asks in an almost taunting tone of voice.