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, the like thing having happened to his mother and I four age earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top level studio, but with only one bedroom, he had to sleep on the lounge in the battlefront room.

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

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

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

He asked if we could nominate ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. nearly of my decoration and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'magnets into a big composition board box and stowed them in the proboscis of my car, then drive my son's SUV down the topical anesthetic shopping centre. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his forehead and announces he's forgotten his cell.

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

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

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

"Oh, nothin'daddy ….. There's machine 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 pop,"he splutters down his nose, trying to inhibit his laughter.

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

..…

We wanders around the mall for a tenacious patch, my son seeming to drag in his heels.

Then my cubicle 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 ? stage business. 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 permission from the federal agent, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I solvent, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be for certain 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 bedroom, my jaw drops to the storey as the scales fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two set of hand-cuffs. A chromium-plate shiny set on one incline, and pink furry-fluffy unity on the early. On top of my bedside cabinet, there's an mixture of feeding bottle of oils and jells, along with a sprinkling of unopened condom packets and rubber gloves. On the level there's a couple of canes and wooden spoons, along with a bin, half full of scrunched up tissue paper.

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

A only, no A, both, rough, gentle, farseeing tease, no scrape, long as poss…… the list went on.

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

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

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass prank that it was. It seemed pretty poise, thinking I could probably evidence this account a hundred times before I died. But a twain of day later my cell rang….

…..

I was already running late for my habitue golf stint with my best checkmate, Pete, over at the golf links about 40 minutes drive away. I knew the dealings would be building with morning school-run Mom's taxicab, so I was in no mood to be stuffed around, so when the female part 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 idea ….."

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

"Well, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, sorry sir,"my harsh snap appearing to sweep away her hesitation. You could almost hear her shuffle to sit herself upright in her buns."My figure is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts real landed estate ……"

Now she had my full-of-the-moon care. These were the realtors of my son and I's new situation where I'd signed the lease and paid a substantial bond and deposit. I would be handing back the keys to the old place in two days, and couldn't afford for anything to go legal injury.

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

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our mention and constabulary check-out procedure, but I had neglected to call your onetime leasing agent."

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

"Well, he told me you appeared to have been running some variety of line from the premises."

"Oh, no, no no, he's got it all wrongfulness ….."I began my excusatory explanation about it only being a prank.

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

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

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

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

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven clip in the blank 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 much and sliding way out of handwriting. I needed metre to think.

"look, the Sojourner Truth is, you're making me recently for an engagement and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting meddling by the minute. You're gon na have to call me back after dejeuner. Can you do that ?"

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

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a New York minute of dastardly inspiration, for my finale words before I pressed ‘ end margin call,'I took a deep breath and growled down the line,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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

"What the hell's gotten into you ?"quizzed my long-time friend and golf crony as we sat in the 19th jam 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 strange quandary has reared its head, Pete, and I think you're just the proper man to give me some fatherly advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one yr younger than me, but has had a full moon and chequered sexual love live, having been divorced twice and currently having two women on the go. And having spent hundreds of bibulous hours sharing our diddlyshit 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 cheek."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

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

"fountainhead assuming this Charmaine chick isn't really, really smart and trying to pull a fast one, then certainly, reel her in. At least you'll get one gratuitous barb with no reverberation. 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 kick up a fuss if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to fuck off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex life history hasn't exactly been front-page news this go distich of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

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

"Easy, Panthera tigris,"I said, snorting a jest down my olfactory organ."One measure at a time, eh ? One stride at a time."

……….

"how-do-you-do, 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 ‘ captain'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 beef, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of breather down the assembly line. I've barely said ten words and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her destiny to a complete stranger. A unknown who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete's doss down trend in his great cleaning 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 pair of minute spare time to come over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the savoir-faire. 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 reasons really, not least of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, 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 prank which had kick-started this whole debacle in the commencement place, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no need for his ‘ end hurrah'comments.

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At the allotted time 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 first clock time, and as we looked at each other straight eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the adult female before in my life, because I sure as shit would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with short brown hair and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under sparkly blue eyes. Although her grinning was unaccented, almost apologetic and embarrassed, her lips were wide-cut and red. Her neck opening was very tolerant and she had a loose, almost dangly turkey dual chin. Her shoulders were unsubtle like that of a manual laborer, and the arms protruding from her release aerodynamic caftan seemed short, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her breasts where quite enceinte but looked very droopy, like two big plastic dish full phase of the moon of water. Her light blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's just to camouflage the big blob of a womanhood it concealed, with an abdomen which could well have got contained overdue leash. Two chunky, thick elephantine ramification stretching down to a duet of fat chubby ankles completed the setting. She must've easy been northwards of two fifty pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

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

"fountainhead, Charmaine, there is no need to verbalise, 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 conclude it behind you, I'm gon na pass the next minute and a one-half fucking your learning ability out."

With that, I turned on my heel away from the full overt door and went and sat on my reclining chair in the lounge room.

I waited with tease 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 quick and waiting in my pocket.

Although I was surprised by her size, I wasn't surprised this married woman wasn't getting her needs met by her husband. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile nymph somewhere, a pixy a quarter the size of his wife. Maybe some randy young tart from his work, perhaps, a slim bint nada like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my intimation for being the campaign of this big dollop of lard landing place on my threshold. And with both vitalagras now poised in my hand, it was a dollop on the verge of getting an good afternoon of right royal fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's flashy snap as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my breath so I could hear any sounds, and exhaled with a mixture of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the embossed ‘ welcome menage'human foot wipe in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

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

"seed 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 move into 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 substructure in straw man of my hang knees."expression at me and listen up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper dame at the threshold. You will now be referred to as ‘ trollop ’. You will be my adulteress twenty three, but just a dewy-eyed ‘ loose woman'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a unity nod yes of her foreland, accompanied by a draught, as her gaze sank down to the floor.

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

"Yes, professional,"It was a gum, but perfectly hearable.

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

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

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

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

"I just can't do this,"a eighth note in her voice,"I really shouldn't have come …. I can't,"as she takes a tone towards the doorway, obviously about to fly.

I must let in, 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 docking facility being sworn in as the bearing of abduction and attempted rape 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 seam of least resistance.

I shot to my ft and took two step to front her and cast out my arms around as much of her coat of arms and articulatio humeri as I could circle, 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 country. It would be my word against hers in court.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."come in and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to storm you, not if it's not what you really want. That isn't the way this affair works."

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

"I'm sorry,"she wet sniffed as her tear-wet puffy cheeks glistened it the igniter."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 furrow my brow as I pitched my head 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 make out and see …."

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

"Oh, I don't know. Something different, some excitement maybe. You've certainly given me that,"she said with a one 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 paper from my bedroom gave her decent time to writhe back into a more formula and comfortable position in my reclining chair. I held out the box and she swooshed out several niggling tweed squares.

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

"Oh, I don't tutelage 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 take care, but I thought I'd best stay fresh my sarcastic mouth shut.

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

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

I sat for several tenacious minutes and listened. Her rambling life story was about as predictable as blizzard in winter. At a yoke of gunpoint I couldn't suppress an involuntary deep yawn. Then I realised I was growing an erection. Not just any old stalker. This was a full phase of the moon 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 muscle spasm in my venter, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my knit finger grasp at the closed gap of my thigh near my knees.

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

In pain ? 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 into action and keep me on the go for, well, hours if indigence 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 doorway 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 appalled and intrigue reaction to this out of the blue 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 sprint of annoyance at her slow intake of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

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

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The end…. of part one ? You tell me.

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