MOVING HOUSE

It all started with a dumb-ass prank.

My son had broken up with his long-time partner, her having being playing away behind his back. When he off-loaded their apartment, he bunked down at mine for a few weeks while he got sorted. I could understand his pain sensation, the same thing having happened to his mother and I four old age earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top story studio, but with only one bedroom, he had to sleep on the waiting room in the front room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for replacement, so we had a long lecture and decided it would be well for us both to move into a 2 beddy and split the pecker. In another 12 month, we could see how we stood, and then actuate forward as required.

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

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

He asked if we could make ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. near of my ornament and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'attractor into a big cardboard box and stowed them in the bole of my car, then tease my son's SUV down the local anesthetic mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his frontal bone and announces he's forgotten his prison cell.

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

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

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

"Oh, nothin'Pops ….. There's cars pulling up everywhere outside when I left. It was funny."

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

"Yeah, really, really popular,"he splutters down his olfactory organ, trying to suppress his laughter.

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

..…

We wanders around the plaza for a long patch, my son seeming to drag his heels.

Then my cellular telephone rings…..

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

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

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

"Scuse me ? clientele. What business ?"

"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 answers, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be certain to keep that in mind."

…..

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

"Ass"

….

When I walks into my bedroom, my jaw drops to the storey as the scale leaf fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two sets of hand-cuffs. A chromium-plate shiny set on one side, and pink furry-fluffy ones on the other. On top of my bedside storage locker, there's an assortment of bottleful of rock oil and jells, along with a strewing of unopened condom packets and rubber gloves. On the trading floor there's a couple of canes and wooden spoon, along with a bin, half wide-cut of scrunched up tissue paper.

But most damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my cellular telephone numeral at the top and a long lean of random female person names down one side. Along-side each name there are various notations

A only, no A, both, rough, gentle, long teaser, no marks, long as poss…… the list went on.

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

"spoon ? Wooden spoons ? What the hell were you thinking ?"

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass japery that it was. It seemed pretty nerveless, thinking I could probably tell this story a hundred multiplication before I died. But a mates of days later my mobile phone rang….

…..

I was already running late for my regular golf stint with my best first mate, Pete, over at the radio link about 40 minutes drive away. I knew the dealings would be building with aurora school-run Mom's taxis, so I was in no mood to be stuffed around, so when the female spokesperson on the other end stuttered and faltered and dithered with a"Errm, I was just calling, I mean, needed to speak. I hope it's not a bad time, but it, I was wondering, if you don't judgement ….."

Just around then my thwarting boiled over and against my normal nature, I pretty much barked,

"wellspring, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, sorry sir,"my harsh gingersnap appearing to tangle away her hesitation. You could almost hear her make to sit herself upright in her seat."My name is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts real number Estate ……"

Now she had my full attention. These were the realtors of my son and I's new office where I'd signed the lease and paid a substantial adhesiveness and deposit. I would be handing back the keys to the old situation in two days, and couldn't afford for anything to go improper.

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

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our reference and police halt, but I had neglected to call off your early leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out acknowledgment of her activeness. I had no mind where this would be going.

"Well, 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 wrong ….."I began my apologetic account about it only being a prank.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she responded to my stoppage,"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.

"looking at, the truth is, you're making me tardily for an appointment and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting busier by the minute. You're gon na have to call me back after luncheon. Can you do that ?"

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

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a flash of dastard inspiration, for my finally words before I pressed ‘ end birdsong,'I took a deep breathing spell and growled down the occupation,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf score was folderol. 15 over par.

"What the Hell's gotten into you ?"quizzed my long-time Quaker and golf pal as we sat in the 19th hole nursing our cold beers."I know I usually win, but jeez, man, you usually give me a run for my money. Wha'sup ?"

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

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year unseasoned than me, but has had a full and checkered making love live, having been divorced twice and currently having two women on the go. And having spent one C of drunken hours 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 long 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 ?"

"fountainhead assuming this Charmaine chick isn't really, really smart and trying to pull a fasting one, then sure as shooting, reel her in. At least you'll get one free shot with no recoil. If you can't think of seeing her at the means and don't know what she's like, then hey, if she's married, she'll be too fright to plain up a fuss if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to lie with off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex animation hasn't exactly been front-page news program this last duet of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

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

"Easy, Panthera tigris,"I said, snorting a jest down my nose."One dance step at a prison term, eh ? One footprint 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 prevaricator ?"I growled with a smirk on my human face. 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 luck to a dispatch alien. A stranger who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete's crash course in his not bad women wisdom, her panting revealed she was already juicing up.

Oh boy, was this going to be fun.

…………..

I established when she'd have a couple of hours relieve time to do over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the speech. In fact, with her being on the rental staff, I reasoned there was an even chance she could've been inside here before.

I'd come clean with my son. For lots of grounds really, not least of which being the fact he had the handlock, lube and safe 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 prank which had kick-started this whole fiasco in the first place, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no motive for his ‘ last hurrah'comments.

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At the allotted time two good afternoon later, there is a faint whack at my door….

………….

I was quite taken aback when I opened up to see her for the initiative time, and as we looked at each other unbowed eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the womanhood before in my life, because I sure as red cent would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with short brown hair and looked to be in her forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under sparkly amobarbital sodium middle. Although her grinning was watery, almost excusatory and embarrassed, her lips were full and red. Her neck was very all-embracing and she had a loose, almost dangly turkey double chin. Her shoulders were broad like that of a manual of arms manual laborer, and the sleeve protruding from her loose feed kaftan seemed short, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her breasts where quite heavy but looked very droopy, like two big plastic bags full of water. Her light disconsolate vertical-striped kaftan did it's best to camouflage the big blob of a woman it concealed, with an abdomen which could well feature contained overdue triplets. Two chunky, buddy-buddy elephantine legs stretching down to a twain of fat chubby ankles completed the tantrum. She must've easy been north of two L pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

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

"fountainhead, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one word. You don't even have to say the word ‘ master ’. 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 adjacent hour and a half fucking your brains out."

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

I waited with baited breath. If I heard the door 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 sizing, I wasn't surprised this matrimonial cleaning woman wasn't getting her motivation met by her married man. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile nymph somewhere, a pixy a after part the size of it of his wife. Maybe some randy young tart from his work, perhaps, a slim bint nothing like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my breath for being the cause of this big dollop of lard landing place on my doorstep. And with both vitalagras now poised in my bridge player, it was a dollop on the verge of getting an good afternoon of right royal stag fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's flash cinch as its auto-lock clicked the doorway fully closed. I held my breath so I could get a line any auditory sensation, and exhaled with a mixture of emotions when I heard her shuffling her animal foot on the stamp ‘ welcome home'foot rub in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

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

"Come on in, don't be shy. I won't collation, well not on your first sojourn,"I taunted as I waved my hand indicating she should fully accede the way and point of view in front of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a mere six understructure in front of my hang genu."Look at me and listen up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper gentlewoman at the threshold. You will now be referred to as ‘ slut ’. You will be my strumpet twenty three, but just a wide-eyed ‘ strumpet'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a one nod yes of her drumhead, accompanied by a draft, as her gaze sank down to the floor.

"looking at at me,"I barked, causing her head word to re-lift and her eyes to lock back onto mine."That non-answer has just earned you a minor but painful punishment. You know what you should've said, don't you ?"

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

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

"Yes, sea captain,"her voice now more unbendable and sure.

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

"Yes, victor,"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 tone towards the door, obviously about to flee.

I must intromit, 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 dock being sworn in as the tutelage of abduction and attempted rape were read out to the panel. 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 dividing line of least resistance.

I shot to my substructure and took two strides to front her and flung my weaponry around as lots of her weapon 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 hard put DoS. It would be my word against hers in court.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."do and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to pressure 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 rest unsteadily on its diffuse, spongelike edge.

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

"S'ok."I reassured. As least she wasn't going to run out on me."Take a instant. 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 fountainhead to one side.

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

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

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

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The short interlude whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my bedroom gave her enough time to wriggle back into a more convention and comfortable military position in my recliner. I held out the box and she swooshed out respective little lily-white squares.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my notice as I pulled up a spare chairwoman and sat opposite this blob fag who had made herself at home in my very own recliner,"So, tell me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to listen 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 piece of tail, which apparently seemed now wiped off the menu. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the sureness accusing me of being some sort of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for various retentive bit and listened. Her rambling life level was about as predictable as snowstorms in winter. At a couple of stop I couldn't suppress an unvoluntary deep yawn. Then I realised I was growing an hard-on. Not just any old prowler. This was a fully on throbbing blade girder of vitalagra induced weaponry.

Holy turd …. I'd forgotten about that.

……

I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden hot seat. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my tum, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my interlace digit clench at the close down gap of my thighs near my knees.

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

In pain ? My fuckup 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 tab, to maximize my execution and keep me on the go for, well, hours if indigence be. Solely for the welfare of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to conceive 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 nous at my bent over strength,"you're enhanced now ?"

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

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

"Well, obviously,"I said with a dash of annoyance at her deadening uptake of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

"well, I suppose we shouldn't let your enhancer go to rot ………."

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The end…. of voice one ? You tell me.

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