I am 28 years old and life was good till the pandemic, then I lost my job, had to sell my car and struggled to pay for my flat rent. I saw Kathleen the flat owner and she told me she had some jobs I could do to in lieu of rent at her home which I found that she shared with Paul who I had assumed was her son but soon as I started working for her found out he was her 22 year old “toyboy”.

During the second week Kathleen called me into her lounge to speak to me. As I stood there she told me that I had done a good job, but she had nothing more for me to do and that I will have to restart paying the rent or unfortunately leave the flat. Must admit panic came over me. I had often thought when I was working, how close I or anyone else was from being made homeless. And now it could happen to me. “Have you anything more I can do….I will do anything absolutely anything” I heard myself blurting out to her and heard the fear in my voice that came with the thought of homelessness and living on the streets, and knowing if that happened then I may never get a way out.

Kathleen heard that fear in my voice too and was still stood looking out the window. She hesitated a moment and said “ Anything….anything you said didn,t you…you would do absolutely anything. Do you really mean that”?. “Yes anything” I responded automatically. She turned looked me up and down, smiled “we will see,… come” with that she left the room and I followed. I followed her upstairs till she stopped outside one of the bedrooms “wait” she said and entered the bedroom, then emerged with something in her hand “here” she reached out and I took what she had given me . I looked and saw it was a small posing pouch. She saw my startled look , “You said you would do absolutely anything I asked…now the bathroom is there, go in, shower and put that on for me NOW or leave and start packing your stuff, there are plenty of tenants wanting that place….well”?. I looked at the tiny pouch then at Kathleen, not in her eyes as I was so confused and embarrassed. I turned and walked towards the bathroom. “ Let us be clear Dominic, you come out of that bathroom as I ask will mean you will do absolutely whatever I want of you, and in return I will permit you stay in the flat for as long as you amuse and please me!, if you do not agree to this “contract” just go”.

In the bathroom I undressed showered and towelled off knowing not obeying Kathleen would result in me living on the streets, I put on the tiny posing pouch.