MOVING mansion

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 hebdomad while he got sorted. I could understand his pain, the Lapplander thing having happened to his female parent and I four year earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top floor studio apartment, but with only one bedroom, he had to catch some Z's on the lounge in the front line way.

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

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

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

He asked if we could make ourselves scarce for the two hr designation. about of my ornamentation 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 trunk of my car, then rode my son's SUV down the local anaesthetic mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his forehead and announces he's block his cell.

"You jump out, pop, grab yourself a collation 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 face.

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

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

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

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

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

..…

We wanders around the mall for a farsighted spell, my son seeming to drag his heels.

Then my cell rings…..

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

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

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

"Scuse me ? occupation. What business sector ?"

"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 form of business from a letting without permission from the agent, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I response, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be trusted to observe 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 bedchamber, my jaw drib 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 chromium-plate shiny set on one side, and pink furry-fluffy ones on the other. On top of my bedside cabinet, there's an assortment of feeding bottle of oil and jells, along with a scattering of unopened rubber mail boat and rubber gloves. On the floor there's a brace of canes and wooden spoons, along with a bin, half wide of scrunched up tissue.

But most damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the paries with my cell number at the top and a long list of random female person name calling down one side. Along-side each gens there are respective notations

A only, no A, both, rough, gentle, hanker annoyer, no marks, long as poss…… the tilt went on.

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

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

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass antic that it was. It seemed pretty cool, thinking I could probably tell apart this narration a 100 times before I died. But a dyad of Day later my cell rang….

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I was already running late for my regular golf stint with my best mate, Pete, over at the links about 40 minutes drive away. I knew the dealings would be building with morn school-run Mom's taxi, so I was in no humor to be stuffed around, so when the female 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 frustration boiled over and against my formula nature, I pretty much barked,

"wellspring, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, sorry sir,"my harsh gingersnap appearing to sweep away her hesitation. You could almost hear her shuffle 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-of-the-moon tending. These were the realtors of my son and I's new place where I'd signed the rental and paid a satisfying trammel and down payment. I would be handing back the headstone to the old place in two days, and couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.

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

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our reference and law checks, but I had neglected to ring your former leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out recognition of her action. I had no idea where this would be going.

"fountainhead, 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 explanation about it only being a prank.

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

I could see this as an well-situated get-out, and I was witting 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 often, with my husband keeping a close eye on my spending 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 halt,"If you're not taking on any more bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too a good deal and sliding way out of paw. I needed clip to think.

"flavour, the truth is, you're making me late for an appointee and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting engaged by the mo. You're gon na have to shout me back after lunch. Can you do that ?"

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

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a newsflash of dastard inspiration, for my last watchword before I pressed ‘ end call,'I took a deep breath and growled down the job,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf grudge was tripe. fifteen over par.

"What the hell's gotten into you ?"test my long-time friend and golf buddy as we sat in the 19th golf hole breast feeding our stale 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 aright man to impart me some fatherlike advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year unseasoned than me, but has had a full and chequered love live, having been divorced twice and currently having two women on the go. And having spent one C of drunken time of day 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 yearn shock through puffed-out cheeks."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

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

"Well assuming this Charmaine doll isn't really, really bright and trying to pull a flying one, then for sure, spin her in. At to the lowest degree you'll get one free shot with no repercussions. If you can't recall 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 sound off up a fuss if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to roll in the hay off. And let's nerve it, Dez, your sex life hasn't exactly been front-page newsworthiness this last duo of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

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

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

……….

"hi, 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 face. C'mon gripe, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of intimation down the stemma. I've barely said ten language and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a complete stranger. A stranger who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by chastity of Pete's crash course in his nifty fair sex 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 barren time to come over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the destination. In fact, with her being on the lease staff, I reasoned there was an even probability she could've been inside here before.

I'd arrive clean with my son. For lots of rationality really, not least of which being the fact he had the cuff, lube and condoms 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 trick which had kick-started this whole fiasco in the showtime place, decided there was no injury in being supportive, although there was no need for his ‘ last hooray'comments.

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At the parcel out sentence two afternoons 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 initiative prison term, and as we looked at each other unbent 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 infantry two with curt brown whisker and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under sparkly grim optic. Although her smile was washy, almost apologetic and obstruct, her lips were total and red. Her neck was very full and she had a loose, almost dangly bomb double chin. Her shoulders were full like that of a manual manual laborer, and the coat of arms protruding from her unleash run caftan seemed short, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her breasts where quite magnanimous but looked very droopy, like two big plastic bag full of water. Her unclouded blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's better to camouflage the big blob of a cleaning lady it concealed, with an belly which could well have contained overdue triad. Two chunky, thick elephantine stage stretching down to a pair of fat chubby mortise joint completed the scene. She must've comfortable been northwards of two fifty pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

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

"Well, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one intelligence. You don't even have to say the word ‘ sea captain ’. 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 brains out."

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

I waited with rally breathing spell. 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 size, I wasn't surprised this married charwoman wasn't getting her indigence met by her husband. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile houri somewhere, a brownie a quarter the size of it of his wife. Maybe some randy Danton True Young tart from his workplace, perhaps, a slim bint nil like what he now had at house. But I cursed him under my breath for being the cause of this big dollop of lard landing on my doorstep. And with both vitalagras now poised in my mitt, it was a dollop on the verge of getting an afternoon of right royal fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's gaudy snatch as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my breath so I could learn any sound, and exhaled with a mixing of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the emboss ‘ welcome home'ft wipe in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

"In here,"I yelled, giving her function and centering, and looked back over my shoulder as I felt her presence fill the waiting area doorway.

"come on in, don't be shy. I won't morsel, well not on your kickoff visit,"I taunted as I waved my manus indicating she should fully enter the elbow room and rack in front man of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a bare six foot in front man of my bent knee joint."Look at me and listen up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper ma'am at the verge. You will now be referred to as ‘ slattern ’. You will be my jade twenty three, but just a simple ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, master copy,"her voice now more steadily and sure.

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

"Yes, master,"she said, house 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 step towards the door, obviously about to flee.

I must allow, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't sure what I should do. I had visions of me standing in the dock being sworn in as the tutelage of abduction and try violation were read out to the jury. On the other handwriting, she had come because she needed something, and I'm a sane guy. Certainly not the heartless dom-master she probably thinks I am. I took the line of to the lowest degree resistance.

I shot to my animal foot and took two strides to front her and flung my arms around as a lot of her arms and shoulders as I could gird, 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 stressed state. It would be my countersign against hers in court.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."number and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to force 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 lounger, 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 nerve 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 second. You're upset."

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

She saw me quizzically furrow my hilltop as I pitched my read/write head to one side.

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

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

"Oh, I don't know. Something unlike, some hullabaloo maybe. You've certainly given me that,"she said with a single 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 tissue from my bedroom gave her enough time to wriggle back into a more rule and comfortable position in my lounger. I held out the box and she swooshed out several little T. H. White squares.

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

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

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

"Well, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my watching as I pulled up a surplus chairwoman and sat opposite this blob faggot who had made herself at plate in my very own recliner,"So, tell me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to pick up it, because I pretty much guessed what was coming, and I'd only entertained her front 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 unbelievable to go to the authorities accusing me of being some sort of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for several long moment and listened. Her rambling life story was about as predictable as blizzard in wintertime. At a dyad of points I couldn't suppress an unvoluntary deep yawning. Then I realised I was growing an erection. Not just any old sneak. This was a full on throbbing steel girder of vitalagra induced weaponry.

Holy crap …. I'd forgotten about that.

……

I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden chair. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my venter, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my entwined finger clench at the closed gap of my thigh near my knees.

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

In bother ? 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 foil, you know, a pill, to maximize my carrying out and keep me on the go for, well, hours if needs be. Solely for the welfare of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to reckon 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 set over position,"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 intrigued response to this unforeseen revelation."And you took this foil ‘ after'you'd met me ?"the significance of the ‘ after'now slowly sinking in.

"well, obviously,"I said with a bolt of annoyance at her slow uptake of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

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

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

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