MOVING HOUSE

It all started with a dumb-ass prank.

My son had broken up with his long-time mate, her having being playing away behind his rear. When he off-loaded their apartment, he bunked down at mine for a few week while he got sorted. I could understand his pain, the same thing having happened to his mother and I four years earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top floor studio, but with only one bedchamber, he had to sleep on the couch in the front end room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for rehabilitation, so we had a long talk and decided it would be good for us both to move into a 2 beddy and burst the note. In another 12 months, we could see how we stood, and then move forward as required.

speech sound like a plan, yes ? Except for my son's dumb-ass prank.

My federal agent arranged an ‘ open-house viewing'of my spot for prospective new tenant. Fair enough.

He asked if we could make ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. Most of my ornaments and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'attracter into a big cardboard box and stowed them in the trunk of my car, then rode my son's SUV down the local center. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his forehead and announces he's blank out his mobile phone.

"You jump out, Pops, grab yourself a bite and I'll see you in fifteen in the food court."

So off he burns, and we meet up again 25 minutes later, him with a big smirk on his case.

"What's with the big grin, you ass ?"

"Oh, nothin'popping ….. There's railroad car pulling up everywhere outside when I left. It was funny."

"Don't surprise me.. Popular spot being so close to the mall and all."

"Yeah, really, really popular,"he splutters down his pry, trying to inhibit his laughter.

"Ass,"I says,"You're an ass."

..…

We wanders around the mall for a long while, my son seeming to drag on his heels.

Then my cell rings…..

"All done, Mr. T. I'm just locking up. You can come back now."

"agent,"I silently mouth at my son as I'm taking the birdsong.

"By the way, Mr. T… have you been running a business from here ?"

"Scuse me ? business sector. What business enterprise ?"

"You know …. A business."

"Sorry. Dunno what you're talking about."

"Well, just so you know, Mr T., in this county it's illegal to run any form of business from a rental without permit from the agent, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I solution, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be certainly to keep that in mind."

…..

Returning to my place, my son is snorting a chuckle down his nozzle at almost every lamp-post.

"Ass"

….

When I walks into my chamber, my jaw drops to the level as the scales fall away from my heart.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two band of hand-cuffs. A chrome shiny set on one side, and pink furry-fluffy unity on the other. On top of my bedside storage locker, there's an assortment of bottles of oil color and jells, along with a scattering of unopened safety parcel and golosh gloves. On the floor there's a duo of canes and wooden spoons, along with a bin, half full of scrunched up tissue paper.

But nearly damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my prison cell number at the top and a long list of random female person names down one side. Along-side each name there are various notations

A only, no A, both, rough, aristocratical, long coquette, no cross, long as poss…… the list went on.

I turn to my son, who's now standing right behind me in convulsion of laugh and I says,

"Spoons ? Wooden spoonful ? What the Inferno were you thinking ?"

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass put-on that it was. It seemed pretty poise, thinking I could probably tell this story a hundred sentence before I died. But a match of solar day later my cellular telephone rang….

…..

I was already running late for my even golf Erolia minutilla with my best checkmate, Pete, over at the tie-in about 40 minutes drive away. I knew the traffic would be building with break of the day school-run Mom's taxis, so I was in no mood to be stuffed around, so when the female person voice on the other end stuttered and faltered and dithered with a"Errm, I was just calling, I mean, needed to verbalize. I hope it's not a bad time, but it, I was wondering, if you don't mind ….."

Just around then my frustration boiled over and against my rule nature, I pretty much barked,

"Well, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, sorry sir,"my harsh snap appearing to sail away her hesitation. You could almost hear her shambling to sit herself unsloped in her derriere."My name is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts Real land ……"

Now she had my replete aid. These were the realtors of my son and I's new shoes where I'd signed the lease and paid a real adherence and deposit. I would be handing back the headstone to the old place in two twenty-four hours, and couldn't afford for anything to go faulty.

"Yes, how can I serve ?"I queried. It was I who had suddenly become contrite.

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our reference work and law verification, but I had neglected to call your previous leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out acknowledgement of her actions. I had no approximation where this would be going.

"wellspring, he told me you appeared to have been running some sort of business from the premises."

"Oh, no, no no, he's got it all damage ….."I began my apologetic account about it only being a prank.

"Because it's not classed as a business organisation if you don't charge a fee,"she butted in, almost as a blurted-out gush.

I could see this as an easygoing get-out, and I was conscious of now running late for my golf-date.

"No, I don't charge anything. It's all entirely free."

"Oh, thank goodness,"the backup in her phonation almost tangible."You see, I can't afford much, with my husband keeping a close eye on my spending and all."

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven meter in the space of a second.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she responded to my hitch,"If you're not taking on any more bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too a lot and sliding way out of hand. I needed time to think.

"expression, the truth is, you're making me late for an appointee and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting busier by the bit. You're gon na have to anticipate me back after luncheon. Can you do that ?"

"Oh,"she sounded surprised,"You sometimes do ….. ?"

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a jiffy of dastardly inspiration, for my conclusion words before I pressed ‘ end call,'I took a abstruse breath and growled down the stock,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf game score was rubbish. XV over par.

"What the Hell's gotten into you ?"test my long-time Friend and golf game buddy as we sat in the 19th mess breast feeding our frigid beers."I know I usually win, but jeez, man, you usually give me a run for my money. Wha'sup ?"

"A very unusual dilemma has reared its head, Pete, and I think you're just the decent man to gift me some fatherly advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year younger than me, but has had a full and checker lovemaking live, having been divorced twice and currently having two woman on the go. And having spent 100 of sottish hour sharing our shit down the pub, I don't think there were any secrets between us…. I'd no problem with spilling my guts….

….

"Wow, that's pretty rad, man,"said Pete after a retentive blow through puffed-out cheeks."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

"Do you conceive I should go for it though ? Would you ?"

"Well assuming this Charmaine biddy isn't really, really smart and trying to pull a dissipated one, then sure, reel her in. At least you'll get one liberal jibe with no repercussions. If you can't remember seeing her at the agency and don't know what she's like, then hey, if she's married, she'll be too scared to kick up a tizzy if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to lie with off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex life hasn't exactly been front-page news this death couple of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

"Yeah, go on, go for it, bro. And hey, if she's not your type, you can always give way her my turn and let me give birth a crack."

"Easy, Panthera tigris,"I said, snorting a laughter down my poke."One stone's throw at a time, eh ? One footfall at a time."

……….

"Hello, yeah, hi. It's Charmaine here. I'm just calling back like you said."

"Yeah, and you're late,"I barked."I said two o'clock on the dot."

"No, you didn't, I …."

"Are you calling me a liar ?"

"No, I, it's … she started to jibber.

"I've already told you once, it's ‘ master'from now on. So let's try again shall we ? Are you calling me a liar ?"I growled with a smirk on my brass. C'mon bitch, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of breath down the line. I've barely said ten words and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a everlasting stranger. A stranger who has handcuff dangling from his bed-head. And by sexual morality of Pete's crash course in his great woman wisdom, her panting revealed she was already juicing up.

Oh boy, was this going to be fun.

…………..

I established when she'd have a duad of hours free sentence to come over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the computer address. In fact, with her being on the lease stave, I reasoned there was an even chance she could've been inside here before.

I'd follow clean with my son. For flock of ground really, not least of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, lubricating substance and rubber stashed away in his bed-room. I can't imagine why he hadn't thrown them away.

Just kidding…

Anyway, my son thought I was nuts, but being as it was his harlequinade which had kick-started this whole fiasco in the first seat, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no need for his ‘ last hooray'comments.

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At the assign time two afternoon later, there is a faint knock at my door….

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I was quite taken aback when I opened up to see her for the world-class time, and as we looked at each other heterosexual eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the adult female before in my biography, because I sure as shit would've remembered.

She was about five invertebrate foot two with myopic brown hair and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin face under glittery dingy eyes. Although her smile was weak, almost apologetic and embarrassed, her rim were full-of-the-moon and red. Her neck was very across-the-board and she had a loose, almost dangly turkey double Kuki. Her articulatio humeri were wide like that of a manual laborer, and the arms protruding from her loose menstruate kaftan seemed short, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her tit where quite with child but looked very droopy, like two big plastic udder to the full of water. Her illumine blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's proficient to camouflage the big blob of a cleaning woman it concealed, with an abdomen which could well have contained delinquent triplets. Two chunky, thick elephantine peg stretching down to a couple of fat chubby articulatio talocruralis completed the scene. She must've easy been northwards of two fifty pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

She gave a individual nod ‘ yes'of her brain, causing her flabby double-chin to wobble like jelly and then squash out at the side as her gaze fell down to the floor.

"Well, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one Son. You don't even have to say the word ‘ skipper ’. But there's only me here in this apartment, and if you walk in through this door and close it behind you, I'm gon na spend the next hour and a half fucking your mastermind out."

With that, I turned on my heel away from the wide open door and went and sat on my recliner in the couch room.

I waited with baited breathing space. If I heard the doorway close and then her footsteps clumping up the hallway I decided I'd better pop both the vitalagras I had ready and waiting in my pocket.

Although I was surprised by her size, I wasn't surprised this marital fair sex wasn't getting her want met by her hubby. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile houri somewhere, a pixy a one-fourth the size of his married woman. Maybe some randy young tart from his workplace, perhaps, a slim bint nothing like what he now had at abode. But I cursed him under my breathing space for being the drive of this big dollop of lard landing on my threshold. And with both vitalagras now poised in my hand, it was a dollop on the scepter of getting an afternoon of right royal stag fucking.

………

I heard the Yale University's loud elasticity as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my intimation so I could find out any sounds, and exhaled with a miscellanea of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the embossed ‘ welcome menage'human foot rub in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

"In here,"I yelled, giving her intent and direction, and looked back over my shoulder as I felt her presence fill the lounge doorway.

"Come on in, don't be shy. I won't bite, well not on your first visit,"I taunted as I waved my hand indicating she should fully enrol the elbow room and stand in front of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a mere six feet in front of my bent knees."Look at me and listen up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper lady at the doorstep. You will now be referred to as ‘ strumpet ’. You will be my slovenly woman twenty three, but just a uncomplicated ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a 1 nod yes of her head, accompanied by a gulp, as her regard sank down to the floor.

"Look at me,"I barked, causing her head to re-lift and her heart to engage back onto mine."That non-answer has just earned you a pocket-size but painful punishment. You know what you should've said, don't you ?"

"Yes, master,"It was a mussitate, but perfectly audible.

"What was that ?"my press making her visibly squirm.

"Yes, captain,"her voice now more steady and sure.

"I still didn't hear it."I menaced with a growl in my vocalisation. I wanted an notice capitulation.

"Yes, maestro,"she said, firm and committed, but then she took me totally by surprise.

"I just can't do this,"a quaver in her voice,"I really shouldn't have come …. I can't,"as she takes a measure towards the threshold, obviously about to flee.

I must acknowledge, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't sure what I should do. I had imaginativeness of me standing in the sorrel being sworn in as the charge of abduction and attempted ravishment were read out to the jury. On the other hand, she had come because she needed something, and I'm a reasonable guy. Certainly not the heartless dom-master she probably thinks I am. I took the tune of least resistance.

I shot to my metrical unit and took two strides to front her and fling my arms around as much of her arms and shoulders as I could encircle, drawing her to my chest and giving a soothing,"Hey, hey, hey,"as simultaneously she broke down in sobbing wet tears.

"I understand,"I soothed. There was no way I was going to let her walk out in a disillusioned and distressed state. It would be my word against hers in court.

"seed on, now,"I oozed."do and sit. If you aren't well-off with this I'm not going to pull you, not if it's not what you really want. That isn't the way this thing works."

I guided her back to my big old soft recliner, and watched as she slowly eased herself down and perched unsteadily on its soft, squishy edge.

"I'm sorry,"she wet sniffed as her tear-wet puffy cheeks glistened it the light."I didn't, can't ……"

"S'ok."I reassured. As least she wasn't going to run out on me."Take a moment. You're upset."

"No, I … it's just that when Mal told me what he thought you did …."

She saw me quizzically wrinkle my eyebrow as I pitched my brain to one side.

"Sorry, when Mal, Malcomb from Red Roof said you were some variety of male …. Well, he wasn't sure what you were, it sounded like something I might need. I had to add up and see …."

"And what do you take ?"I asked with literal interest and concern. She didn't know it, but this was all new territorial dominion to me.

"Oh, I don't know. Something different, some turmoil maybe. You've certainly given me that,"she said with a bingle razz wet laugh down her runny wet nose.

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The unforesightful interlude whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my bedchamber gave her enough time to squirm back into a more normal and well-heeled position in my lounger. I held out the box and she swooshed out several minuscule white squares.

"So, what do you want to do now ?"I asked."Technically you've booked me for the afternoon…… a free engagement,"I added with haste.

"Oh, I don't care if you charge any others or not. It's just that I haven't got any redundant money."

Several cruelly cutting and hardhearted responds sprang immediately to mind, but I thought I'd best keep my sarcastic mouth shut.

"well, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my observation as I pulled up a plain hot seat and sat opposite this blob fairy who had made herself at home plate in my very own lounger,"So, evidence me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to get a line it, because I pretty much guessed what was coming, and I'd only entertained her presence because of the chance of a mindless, guilt-free, long fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the card. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the authorities accusing me of being some sort of predatory intimate monster.

I sat for several longsighted bit and listened. Her rambling liveliness narration was about as predictable as snowstorms in winter. At a couple of points I couldn't suppress an involuntary late yawn. Then I realised I was growing an erection. Not just any old stalker. This was a full on throbbing brand girder of vitalagra induced weaponry.

holy place crap …. I'd forgotten about that.

……

I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden chairman. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my stomach, and with my ramification squashed together I pressed my knit digit range at the conclude gap of my thigh near my knees.

"Are you OK ?"she asked with concern,"You look, well, in pain."

In pain sensation ? My boner was threatening to explode.

"It's just that….."I hesitated. It was me who was embarrassed now. I spilled the truth.

"When I entertain, if I were to put it like that, I take an enhancer, you know, a pill, to maximize my carrying out and retain me on the go for, well, hours if needs be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to mean I send away satisfied clients."

"And you took one when I arrived ?"

"When I knew you'd come in and closed the door behind you, yes."

"And you're erm…."as she nods her head at my bent over posture,"you're enhanced now ?"

"Like a flagpole."I blurted my confession. It seemed pointless to try keep hiding the uncomfortable truth.

"Oh …"was her shocked and intrigue reaction to this unforeseen disclosure."And you took this enhancer ‘ after'you'd met me ?"the significance of the ‘ after'now slowly sinking in.

"Well, obviously,"I said with a dash of pain at her slack consumption of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

"Well, I suppose we shouldn't let your foil go to rot ………."

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The end…. of section one ? You tell me.

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