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 rear. When he off-loaded their apartment, he bunked down at mine for a few workweek while he got sorted. I could realise his nuisance, the same thing having happened to his female parent and I four years earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite broad top floor studio apartment, but with only one bedroom, he had to sleep on the lounge in the front room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for renewal, so we had a foresightful talk of the town and decided it would be good for us both to move into a 2 beddy and break open the bills. In another 12 month, we could see how we stood, and then move forward as required.

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

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

He asked if we could make water ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. Most of my ornamentation and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'magnets into a big cardboard box and stowed them in the luggage compartment of my car, then rally my son's SUV down the topical anesthetic mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his forehead and announces he's forgotten his cadre.

"You jump out, popping, grab yourself a raciness and I'll see you in fifteen in the intellectual nourishment court."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, really, really popular,"he splutters down his nozzle, trying to stamp down his laughter.

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

..…

We wanders around the mall for a prospicient while, my son seeming to draw his heels.

Then my prison 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 call.

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

"Scuse me ? business enterprise. What business ?"

"You know …. A business."

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

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

"Oh, OK,"I solvent, 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"

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When I walks into my chamber, my jaw drops to the floor as the weighing machine fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two sets of hand-cuffs. A chrome shiny set on one incline, and tap furry-fluffy single on the other. On top of my bedside cabinet, there's an compartmentalization of bottleful of oils and jells, along with a scattering of unopened condom mailboat and rubber glove. On the base there's a couple of canes and wooden spoons, along with a bin, one-half full of scrunched up tissues.

But most damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my cell act at the top and a farseeing list of random female names down one side of meat. Along-side each public figure there are respective notation

A only, no A, both, rough, docile, farsighted tease, no sign, long as poss…… the leaning went on.

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

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

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass prank that it was. It seemed pretty aplomb, thinking I could probably evidence this news report a hundred times before I died. But a couple of Day later my cubicle rang….

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I was already running late for my regular golf stint with my best fellow, Pete, over at the golf links about 40 minutes drive away. I knew the traffic would be building with forenoon school-run Mom's cab, so I was in no mode 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 speak. I hope it's not a bad time, but it, I was wondering, if you don't mind ….."

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

"Well, spit it out woman…."

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

Now she had my full phase of the moon attention. These were the realtors of my son and I's new place where I'd signed the lease and paid a material bond and deposit. I would be handing back the tonality to the old place in two days, and couldn't afford for anything to go damage.

"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 constabulary checks, but I had neglected to call your former leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out recognition 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 line 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 concern if you don't accusation 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 charge anything. It's all entirely free."

"Oh, thank goodness,"the relief in her voice almost palpable."You see, I can't afford very much, with my hubby keeping a close eye on my expenditure 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 check,"If you're not taking on any more bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too much and sliding way out of deal. I needed clock time to think.

"Look, the truth is, you're making me late for an date and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting meddling by the hour. 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 dastardly inspiration, for my last Bible before I pressed ‘ end call,'I took a recondite breathing place and growled down the line,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf scotch was trash. 15 over par.

"What the hell's gotten into you ?"quizzed my long-time friend and golf buddy as we sat in the 19th maw breast feeding our cold beers."I know I usually win, but jeez, man, you usually give me a run for my money. Wha'sup ?"

"A very strange dilemma has reared its head, Pete, and I think you're just the the right way man to sacrifice me some fatherly advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year youthful than me, but has had a full and chequered passion live, having been divorced twice and currently having two fair sex on the go. And having spent hundred of sottish time of day sharing our shit down the pub, I don't think there were any mystery between us…. I'd no problem with spilling my guts….

….

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

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

"Well assuming this Charmaine chick isn't really, really smart and trying to force a quick one, then sure enough, keel her in. At least you'll get one free shaft with no recoil. If you can't remember seeing her at the office and don't know what she's like, then hey, if she's married, she'll be too scared to kick up a flap if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to fuck off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex life-time hasn't exactly been front-page news this last duad of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

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

"Easy, tiger,"I said, snorting a laugh down my nose."One stride at a time, eh ? One step at a time."

……….

"howdy, 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 prevaricator ?"

"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 face. C'mon bitch, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of breathing place down the line. I've barely said ten Word of God and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her destiny to a double-dyed alien. A stranger who has handlock dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete's crash course in his dandy 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 free time to occur 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 rental staff, I reasoned there was an even chance she could've been inside here before.

I'd ejaculate clean with my son. For mountain of reasons really, not least of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, lubricant 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 buffoonery which had kick-started this entirely debacle in the first base place, decided there was no scathe in being supportive, although there was no pauperism for his ‘ last hurrah'comments.

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At the parcel out time two afternoons later, there is a faint bang at my door….

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I was quite taken aback when I opened up to see her for the first of all time, and as we looked at each other straight eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the woman before in my life, because I sure as shit would've remembered.

She was about five ft two with forgetful brown tomentum and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under fulgid blue eyes. Although her smiling was watery, almost apologetic and hinder, her brim were full-of-the-moon and red. Her neck was very full and she had a release, almost dangly Republic of Turkey double mentum. Her shoulders were spacious like that of a manual of arms laborer, and the arms protruding from her loose flowing kaftan seemed brusk, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her breasts where quite magnanimous but looked very droopy, like two big credit card bags full of water. Her fire up aristocratic vertical-striped caftan did it's best to camouflage the big blob of a woman it concealed, with an stomach which could well have contained overdue triplets. Two chunky, compact elephantine branch stretching down to a pair of fat chubby ankles completed the panorama. She must've easy been Union of two fifty pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

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

"well, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one Holy Writ. You don't even have to say the word of honor ‘ 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 expend the next hour and a half fucking your head 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 rally breath. If I heard the door close and then her pace clumping up the hallway I decided I'd better pop both the vitalagras I had make and waiting in my pocket.

Although I was surprised by her size of it, I wasn't surprised this married womanhood wasn't getting her pauperism met by her hubby. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile nymph somewhere, a pixy a twenty-five percent the size of his wife. Maybe some randy Whitney Young tart from his work, perhaps, a slim bint nada like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my breath 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 wand of getting an afternoon of right royal fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's loudly cinch as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my breath so I could get a line any sound, and exhaled with a commixture of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the embossed ‘ welcome place'base wipe in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

"In here,"I yelled, giving her purpose and management, 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 room and standpoint in forepart 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 set knee joint."feel at me and take heed up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper noblewoman at the doorsill. You will now be referred to as ‘ loose woman ’. You will be my slut twenty three, but just a uncomplicated ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a ace nod yes of her straits, accompanied by a gulping, as her gaze sank down to the floor.

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

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

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

"Yes, overlord,"her voice now more unfluctuating and sure.

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

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

"I just can't do this,"a quaver in her part,"I really shouldn't have come …. I can't,"as she takes a stair towards the door, obviously about to fly.

I must admit, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't for sure what I should do. I had visions of me standing in the dock being sworn in as the charge of abduction and assay assault were read out to the jury. On the other paw, she had come because she needed something, and I'm a fair guy. Certainly not the heartless dom-master she probably thinks I am. I took the line of least resistance.

I shot to my invertebrate foot and took two step to front her and flung my arms around as a good deal of her arms and shoulders as I could encircle, drawing her to my thorax 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 disenchant and worried state. It would be my word against hers in court.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."semen and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to push 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 reclining chair, 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 cheek 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 groove my supercilium as I pitched my nous to one side.

"Sorry, when Mal, Malcomb from Red ceiling 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 come and see …."

"And what do you demand ?"I asked with genuine interest and headache. She didn't know it, but this was all new territory to me.

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

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The short intermezzo whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my bedroom gave her enough time to wriggle back into a more normal and comfortable spatial relation in my recliner. I held out the box and she swooshed out several little white squares.

"So, what do you want to do now ?"I asked."Technically you've booked me for the afternoon…… a barren 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 extra 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 observance as I pulled up a spare chairman and sat opposite this blob queen who had made herself at plate in my very own reclining chair,"So, tell me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to learn 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, hanker fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the menu. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the dominance accusing me of being some sort of predatory intimate monster.

I sat for several retentive minutes and listened. Her rambling life story was about as predictable as blizzard in wintertime. At a distich of stop I couldn't suppress an involuntary rich yawn. Then I realised I was growing an hard-on. Not just any old stalker. This was a full on throbbing steel girder of vitalagra induced munition.

Holy Irish bull …. I'd forgotten about that.

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I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden chair. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my abdomen, and with my wooden leg squashed together I pressed my entwined fingerbreadth grasp at the shut down gap of my thigh near my knees.

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

In painfulness ? 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 tablet, to maximise my performance and keep me on the go for, well, hours if needs be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to think 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 connive reaction to this unforeseen Book of Revelation."And you took this enhancer ‘ after'you'd met me ?"the implication of the ‘ after'now slowly sinking in.

"wellspring, obviously,"I said with a dash of annoyance at her dumb consumption of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

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

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The end…. of part one ? You tell me.

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