John arrived at the cafe early for his meeting with Sarah. He had found her ad on Craigslist, looking for a roommate to share expenses. John was relieved to find someone who seemed normal and respectable. He wasn't interested in living with a party animal or some freaky fetishist.

Sarah walked into the cafe a few minutes late, wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt. She had short black hair, glasses, and an almost invisible presence. John stood up to greet her and shook her hand firmly. "Hello, I'm John," he introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Sarah," she responded quietly. They sat down at a table, ordered their drinks, and got down to business. After exchanging some basic information about themselves, they discussed the terms of their agreement.

John offered 50% of the rent and bills, which seemed fair considering he would only be there during the week for work. Sarah agreed to this arrangement, adding that she was quite clean and didn't make much noise. John nodded in satisfaction; this might actually work out well for him.

After finishing their drinks, they exchanged contact information and made plans for Sarah to show him the room later that evening after her classes ended. John left the cafe feeling optimistic about his new living situation.

When he arrived at the apartment later that day, it exceeded his expectations. It was a cozy one-bedroom unit in a nice neighborhood, with clean linens on the bed and freshly tidied up surfaces throughout the room. Sarah greeted him, handing over the keys and going about her evening routine without much fanfare.

Over the following weeks, they settled into a comfortable routine. John left for work early Monday through Friday, returning home exhausted each night. He would cook dinner for himself, eat in front of the TV, and then head straight to bed. Sarah was always out during those days, attending her classes at the university, and she returned late most evenings.

Their only real interaction occurred on Sunday mornings when they would share a quick breakfast together. John found himself strangely attracted to Sarah's quiet demeanor and reserved mannerisms. However, he knew it was wrong to pursue anything romantic or sexual with his roommate. Besides, she was clearly not interested in him anyway.

Months passed, and the financial situation of one of Sarah's family members worsened significantly. She approached John with a heartbreaking request: she needed additional funds to cover her rent and living expenses. John, feeling sympathetic towards her predicament, offered to increase his share of the bills if that would help.

Sarah hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "I've been thinking... there is something else I could do for you," she said softly, her eyes flickering with unreadable emotion.

John leaned forward in his seat, suddenly worried about what was coming next. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

Sarah took a deep breath before finally spilling out her proposal: she would become John's free-use subject - he could have sex with her whenever he wanted, however he desired, and she would never say no or resist him in any way. In return, he would handle all the expenses related to their shared living situation.

John was stunned by this revelation, but after a moment of silence, his mind began racing with all the possibilities this arrangement could offer. He considered himself fortunate to have found such an agreeable partner who wouldn't interfere with his needs and desires.

He thought carefully about the conditions of this arrangement before finally speaking up. "Sarah, I understand your situation and am willing to help you out financially," he began. "However, there are a few things that need to be clear from the start. Firstly, our agreement will remain confidential between us. You will never discuss it with anyone else - not your friends, family, or even your therapist."

Sarah nodded in understanding, her expression remaining emotionless. "Secondly," John continued, "you will never wear underwear and only clothing that is accessible and easy to remove. I don't want any unnecessary hassles or delays when I decide to use you."

Sarah nodded again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."

"Finally," John said firmly, "your pleasure is not a priority during our sexual encounters - it is purely a means to an end for you. I don't mind if you suffer."

Sarah nodded once more, her eyes flickering with a hint of resignation. "I can do that," she whispered.

John took out a pen and paper from his pocket, quickly drafting out the terms of their agreement. He handed it over to Sarah, who read through it carefully before signing her name at the bottom. John also signed the contract, sealing their deal.

"This arrangement will begin next monday," John stated.

Sarah stood up slowly, her posture slumped in defeat. Without a word, she turned around and left the room, leaving John alone with his thoughts and growing anticipation.

Chapter 2: The first day

Sarah woke up on Monday morning feeling both anxious and numb. Her body ached from the long night of relentless thoughts that kept her awake. She showered and dressed in her usual attire - a plain white t-shirt and jeans, leaving her pussy bare as per their agreement.

She entered the kitchen to start preparing breakfast as she always did, trying hard not to dwell on the events of yesterday. John usually arrived around 7 am, giving them enough time for a quick meal before he left for work.

As she was cracking eggs into the frying pan, she felt a warm hand gently caress her ass cheek. She knew it was him without even turning around.

"Morning," he said in his usual monotone voice.

Sarah remained silent and motionless as John pulled down her pants and underwear, exposing her tight, virgin pussy to his hungry eyes. He stood behind her, his erect cock pressing against her ass crack, and without any warning, he forcefully entered her pussy.

Sarah let out a soft whimper of pain as she felt the intrusion of his thick member stretching her tight hole. Blood trickled down her thighs, staining the kitchen floor. John didn't seem to care; in fact, he seemed to relish the sight and smell of her virgin blood mixed with their breakfast meal.

He pounded into her body mercilessly, taking no consideration for her discomfort or well-being. Sarah tried her best to remain still and emotionless, but her breathing quickened, and sweat started to form on her brow as the pain intensified.

After what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, John finally found his release, emptying his load into her tight pussy. He pulled out of her, leaving her soaked in sweat and semen.

"Clean yourself," he said coldly, handing her a towel and a wet cloth for the mess she had made.

Sarah obeyed robotically, cleaning up the remnants of their encounter before preparing breakfast as if nothing had happened. As they ate in silence, John thought about how he would slowly but surely break Sarah's spirit over time. He planned to make her beg for his attention, and eventually, he would introduce new "activities" to ensure she never forgot who was in charge.

Once he was done, he placed his dishes in the sink and walked over to her. "Start taking birth control pills tonight," he commanded. "I don't want any unwanted surprises."

She nodded obediently, the reality of their new relationship finally hitting her like a brick. "Yes, John," she whispered, tears threatening to spill over again.

John stood up and patted her on the head condescendingly before leaving for work. Sarah remained seated at the table, her mind reeling from the events of the morning as she contemplated what the future held for her under John's twisted control.

And as the day went on, Sarah tried her best to focus on her studies and routine tasks around the apartment. She knew that the pain would fade eventually, and she would learn to adapt to her new life as John's submissive sexual plaything.

As she lay down on her bed that night, exhausted both physically and emotionally, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle of birth control pills. She swallowed one with a glass of water, steeling herself for the days ahead.