[DeepInnerFreak]

The Apartment

Chapter Four

Aimee stood butt naked in her bedroom staring at the empty closet. The only clothes she definitely knew the location of were in the middle of a washing cycle and wouldn’t be out for at least another hour. Even then they would be too wet to wear. She looked over to her bed. Whilst there were two pillows, there were no sheets on the mattress. Her’s were in her suitcase. There was literally nothing she could use to cover her modesty. She sat on her bed, naked, not understanding what was going on and not wanting to leave her room.

In the meantime, Bethany was in the lounge area tucking into the Thai food and texting someone on her phone, staring over at Aimee’s untouched meal.

“Aimee, your food is getting cold”, Bethany called out, hoping to get the attention of her new flat mate.

Aimee walked slowly from her bed over to her door. She took a deep breath and opened it slowly, only enough to reveal her head as she looked over at Bethany on the sofa eating her food.

“Hey, there you are”, said Bethany, looking up from her food as she heard the door open. “This food is seriously good, don’t let it go cold”.

“Um, have you seen my luggage”, Aimee asked, more concerned with her clothing situation than the temperature of the food.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe. Now come eat, it’s really good”.

“But, um”. Aimee hesitated. “I’m, um, still naked”.

“I know you are, don’t worry”.

Aimee, totally unsure of what was going on, slowly opened her door and walked out apprehensively, covering her tits with her arm and pussy with her other hand.

“Where are my clothes?” Aimee cautiously asked as she moved closer to the seating area.

“Sit down and I’ll explain. Please, enjoy the food and I’ve topped your drink up too.

Aimee ambled over to the chair she had sat on previously where her food looked to be presented and sat down, keeping her legs crossed and her chest covered. Feeling incredibly exposed, with her new flatmate in front of her fully clothed, Aimee was beginning to feel uncomfortable and scared.

“Did you see the look on the delivery guy’s face when your towel came off?” Bethany reflected, “It was such a picture, I think he really enjoyed himself”.

Aimee looked across at Bethany, unable to comprehend how she was acting like this was normal.

“You did so well, and my, how wet your little slit was. You’re very cute”.

Having still not interacted with her food, Aimee spoke up.

“Bethany?”.

“Yeah?”

“Where the fuck are my clothes!?”

Bethany looked up and saw Aimee sat in her chair with a mixture of fear and anger across her face.

“Calm down, Aimee. Please don’t swear at me. Uncover yourself and I’ll explain”.

Aimee looked at Bethany unimpressed with the answer.

“Oh and please make a start on your food”.

Bethany looked at Aimee, seeing she was still not complying with her requests.

“I thought you liked being a good girl? Please, for me”

Those words again, being called a good girl, sent a wave of emotion through Aimee’s body. She loved hearing them. They made her feel submissive, they made her feel inferior and enjoyed the thought of pleasing someone. It had been a long day and Aimee was starving. The smell of the food was causing her tummy to rumble and in all fairness, the platter of food in front of her looked amazing. In another situation she would probably comply, but without answers she stubbornly just sat there.

“Aimee, I’m not going to tell you what is going on until you stop covering your tits, open your legs and start eating. How do you expect me to be open with you, if you are not open with me and show some gratitude for the food I bought you?”.

Aimee was taken aback by the request to open her legs. However she could see she wasn’t going to get any answers until she played along with whatever mental game this was.

Aimee sighed loudly in an act of childish passive-aggressive disapproval, moved her arms away from her chest, revealing her breasts and began eating her food.

“Good girl”, responded Bethany as she looked over at Aimee’s naked exposed body.

“Your luggage is in my room”, and I’d like it to stay there.

Aimee looked at Bethany, still unimpressed by the answer but relieved that her clothes were still at least somewhere in the apartment.

“I like you”, continued Bethany, "and I’d like to have some fun with you. I think, deep down, you’d like that too. I’d like you to stay naked while you live here with me".

Aimee adjusted her position in the chair. The suggestion made her feel uncomfortable but at the same time the words made her squirm.

Aimee composed herself. “And you think I’d just go along with that”?

Bethany looked up at Aimee as she sipped on her wine and smiled. “I’m not sure if you’d go along with it, Aimee. I just thought it would be fun for both of us and would allow you to explore your submissiveness".

Aimee paused. “How do you know I’d even want to explore that”?

“Like I said earlier. I saw some things on your phone".

Aimee thinks of the conversations and internet searches she has on her phone and feels her face burn, before looking away and distracting herself with her glass of wine.

"It’s all really quite simple, Aimee. You do as you’re told, do things to please me, allow me to use you in a way that makes me happy. You submit to me now, and I create a little world inside this apartment where you feel you can belong".

Aimee takes a few moments to think about what is happening. “I barely know this person, how can I submit to them? It all feels too quick, too rushed. I’m not even gay or bisexual or have any interest in girls. This doesn’t feel right and it’s not how I pictured things”.

“I, um, don’t think this is a good idea”, Aimee said softly. “I just don’t know you and well, I would prefer getting to know a guy and having this kind of relationship with a man instead. I think you’re pretty and you seem fun, but I just don’t think this is for me” Aimee added, not wanting to upset her new flatmate.

The girls continued eating. Bethany ignored Aimee’s polite refusal as her words mulled around her mind. Bethany looks up at the naked girl opposite her, occasionally admiring her body and how she needed her to comply. Aimee, becoming ever more aware of her vulnerable state with every glance from Bethany.

“The food from this place is so good”, Bethany finally broke the silence, “I’ve ordered from here a few times and they’ve never let me down”.

“It is good”, Aimee agreed as she took another sip of her drink hoping Bethany had finally dropped the subject.

“You see that little chest”, Bethany pointed towards a large wooden treasure chest with her knife that was placed adjacent to the front door. It had metal bands and studs holding together the wood of the traditionally shaped wooden treasure chest.

Aimee turned around and spotted what Bethany was pointing to. “Yes?”.

“Well, whenever you come home, the very second you walk in the door, I’d like you to strip naked. Panties, bra, socks, shoes, the whole lot and put every item in there, then close and lock the lid”.

Aimee looked at Bethany confused. “I said I didn’t feel comfortable doing this”.

Bethany continued, “I’ll swap out your dirty clothes and replace them with what I have chosen for you to wear when you next leave, so all you have to do is open the chest, put on what’s inside, lock the chest again and you’re good to go. You will be allowed to wear what I want you to wear outside of here, but whenever you are in this apartment, you will be naked for me to look at you”.

Aimee scanned Bethany’s face, not sure why she wasn’t listening to her objections. Hearing Bethany’s words though, she felt her pussy pulse, thinking about how she would have no control over her clothing and being naked like this, being looked at all the time, whenever she wanted.

As she watched Bethany, she saw her eyes move lower, staring at her exposed pussy.

Bethany started to giggle and point “See, you do like that little rule Aimee, you’re making a mess of the chair”.

“Oh god no” Aimee’s thoughts turned from Bethany’s words to her body’s reaction as she looked down and indeed, there was a noticeable wet patch on the chair before looking back up at Bethany. “Urgh, my stupid body, why is it so turned on by all of this, I really don’t want it, I really don’t” Aimee struggled, trying to convince herself.

“No, I am not doing this”, bringing her innerbattle to life. “Now give me my clothes, I just want to live like normal with none of this.

“No”.

Aimee stood up and marched over to Bethany’s room, but as she turned the door knob she felt resistance. The door was locked.

“Open this door right now, I do not want to do this”.

“No”, was the response again.

“You can’t treat me like this, I will not do this, now give me my fucking clothes back”.

Bethany looked at Aimee as her naked flailing body tried to open up her bedroom door.

“Stop, right this second”, Bethany ordered with a commanding tone.

Aimee ignored her, and continued to pull and push and jiggle the door handle in a desperate attempt to cajole it to open before she heard something that made her stop dead in her tracks…

…“It was nice meeting you, enjoy your food... It was nice meeting you, enjoy your food… It was nice meeting you, enjoy your food”.

Bethany repeated these last few seconds of a recording, holding her phone up to the back of Aimee’s still head.

Aimee slowly turned around and saw on the screen in front of her eyes what she was fearing. A noticeable tear developed in her eye and rolled down her cheek. She backed into the locked door sliding down it before coming to rest, sitting down, confused, ashamed and broken.

Bethany squatted down to meet Aimee’s eye level. “I really didn’t want to do this with you, Aimee” as she played the full clip of Aimee standing naked next to the delivery guy. “Obviously you’ve worked out that I have all your contacts from your phone and I can send this to whoever I want?”.

Bethany looked into Aimee’s eyes, waiting for that to sink in, before standing up and continuing.

“I really don’t want to send this to anyone, I don’t think it would make a great first impression with your new boss”.

Aimee sat there stunned, taking it all in. The thought of turning up to her new job tomorrow, knowing her boss had seen her naked, thinking that she was the type of girl to just get naked in front of an obvious stranger was devastating to her. With there being no context around the clip made it even worse. She sat there contemplating her position and her options.

Bethany continued, “and I really wouldn’t want to send this to your mum or dad”.

“No, please”, Aimee screeched.

Aimee’s thoughts, now sending her into a very dark place.“I really couldn’t cope with that, they couldn’t cope with it, I’d be disowned, I’d lose my family if they ever found out or thought I would do something like this”.

“Please, please, don’t do that, please, I’ll do anything, just please do not let anyone know”, Aimee begged.

Bethany walked back over to Aimee, who was still sitting, leaning against the door, looking up at her with pleading eyes, naked, her arms to her side, legs spread out in front of her. She squatted down again, Aimee’s teary eyes tracking hers as she searched for reassurance.

“I just wanted us to have some fun, Aimee”. It’s not like the idea wasn’t turning you on.

Aimee just looked at Bethany, not knowing what to do or say.

Bethany glided the hair from Aimee’s face with her finger and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “I won’t send this to anyone, I was never really going to and I never meant to make you so upset. You just seemed so unnecessarily angry and wanted to calm you down. I feel really sad that you’re sad, please don’t be a sad girl, Aimee”.

“What you are asking from me is too much, I can’t be naked all the time, it’s, it’s, it’s…”

“Isn’t that similar to what you were thinking with the towel situation, though”

Aimee thought for a second. “I guess, but…”

“And look at the fun we had there, you got so wet and worked up and it turned me on too”, Bethany countered”

“But you’ve just threatened me with exposure, that’s blackmail”.

“Don’t look at it like that, Aimee. Look at it as additional motivation, to silence that side of you that’s saying no. The side that’s stopping you from giving in to what your pussy clearly wants".

Aimee slowly pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs to comfort herself.

“Besides, I think you like me telling you that you’re my good girl, don’t you Aimee?”

Aimee looked away quickly as Bethany spoke, not wanting to admit to her that she was right but still feeling violated.

Bethany smiled and kissed Aimee on the cheek. “I really want you to be my good girl, Aimee” Will you at least try for me?”

Aimee was still confused. “How can she be this sweet and this nice and comforting yet be a total bitch and blackmail me into doing something I don’t want to do. I mean I don’t not want to do it, it’s just so fast and I don’t know if I’m ready for it and urgh, my stupid pussy is so wet and it aches so badly”. Her mind turns back to the material on Bethany’s phone.

“Please don’t show anyone that clip, please”, pleaded Amiee. one last time.

“I won’t, Aimee. So long as you’re good”.

Bethany reaches down, slowly caressing the top of Aimee’s thighs before motioning her to open her legs. Aimee complies, enjoying the sensation, letting her arms drop to the side allowing Bethany’s hand in between her legs.

“There, there” Bethany whispers as she mops up Aimee’s juice with her fingers, before leaving them rested on her clit.

Aimee takes in a gasping breath as Betany makes contact with her pussy and clit, “Fuck it aches so much I really need to cum”, she thought to herself.

Bethany begins moving her fingers slowly around Aimee’s swollen little clit. “You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you Aimee?”.

“Oh fuck, mmmm, ooohhh… yes, yes I’ll be your, mmm, good girl”.

“Perfect, good girl”. With Aimee’s confirmation, Bethany withdraws her fingers and brings them up to Aimee’s mouth to clean as before, which she does.

“It's been a long night, let's get my good girl ready for bed”. With that she helped Aimee onto her feet, looking over her nakedness once again. “Go and wait for me in your room, I’ll bring in your bedding”.