House Rules
"Normally," Charlotte says, "I don't give second chances. People who make this kind of error tend to make it again. It's a pattern, not an anomaly."
She picks something up from the nightstand. Sets it on the bed between you.
"However. You just showed that there is still hope and you have been otherwise exemplary. The house runs well. I would prefer not to replace you."
You look at the chastity cage sitting on the bed. Small, metal, very real.
"This is my proposed solution," she says. "It addresses the root cause. You won't be able to repeat last night's behavior, and I won't have to wonder." She folds her hands in her lap. "I'll hold the key. The arrangement continues for as long as I deem appropriate."
"T-that's insane..." you say.
"Then you're choosing to terminate the contract." A pause. "Which, as you may recall from page seven, triggers the early termination clause. Twelve months of rent. Payable within thirty days."
You do recall page seven. Vaguely. You recall not reading it carefully enough.
"I'm afraid your bank account," she says, almost gently, "is not in a position to absorb that."
She's right. She is, of course, completely right. You are cornered.