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 hebdomad while he got sorted. I could understand his pain, the Same thing having happened to his mother and I four year earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top storey studio, but with only one bedroom, he had to log Z's on the lounge in the movement elbow room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for refilling, so we had a long lecture and decided it would be good 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 strike forward as required.

phone 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 tenant. fair enough.

He asked if we could score ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. Most of my decoration 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 trunk of my car, then rally my son's SUV down the local anesthetic mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his forehead and announces he's forget his cellular 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 boldness.

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

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

"Don't surprisal me.. Popular point being so close to the mall and all."

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

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

..…

We wanders around the mall for a retentive spell, my son seeming to drag out 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 call option.

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

"Scuse me ? Business. What job ?"

"You know …. A business."

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

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

"Oh, OK,"I answers, shrugging my shoulder joint,"I'll be indisputable to keep that in mind."

…..

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

"Ass"

….

When I walks into my bedroom, my jaw drops to the floor as the scales fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two solidifying of hand-cuffs. A chrome shiny set on one English, and knock furry-fluffy ones on the former. On top of my bedside storage locker, there's an miscellany of bottle of crude and jells, along with a strewing of unopened prophylactic packet boat and safe gloves. On the floor there's a duet of canes and wooden spoon, along with a bin, one-half full moon of scrunched up tissues.

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

A only, no A, both, rough, soft, long teasing, 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,

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

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass prank that it was. It seemed pretty cool, thinking I could probably recite this chronicle a hundred times before I died. But a couple of days later my cell rang….

…..

I was already running late for my fixture golf game stint with my best checkmate, Pete, over at the links about 40 second drive away. I knew the traffic would be building with morning school-run Mom's taxis, so I was in no mood to be stuffed around, so when the female voice on the former 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 judgement ….."

Just around then my defeat boiled over and against my normal nature, I pretty a good deal barked,

"Well, spit it out woman…."

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

Now she had my broad attention. These were the realtors of my son and I's new place where I'd signed the lease and paid a substantial shackle and repository. I would be handing back the key to the old situation in two Clarence Day, and couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.

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

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our denotation and law chit, but I had neglected to call your former leasing agent."

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

"fountainhead, he told me you appeared to have got been running some sort of occupation from the premises."

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

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

I could see this as an well-fixed 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 good,"the relief in her voice almost palpable."You see, I can't afford a lot, with my husband keeping a close eye on my outlay and all."

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven multiplication 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 much and sliding way out of hand. I needed clock time to think.

"feeling, the truth is, you're making me tardily for an naming and I need to get moving, the dealings's getting meddling by the moment. You're gon na have to bid me back after lunch. Can you do that ?"

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

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a flash of dastardly divine guidance, for my close words before I pressed ‘ end call,'I took a deep hint and growled down the line,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf score was rubbish. Fifteen over par.

"What the hellhole's gotten into you ?"test my long-time friend and golf game buddy as we sat in the 19th trap 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 ripe man to return me some fatherly advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year unseasoned than me, but has had a full phase of the moon and chequered dearest live, having been divorced twice and currently having two woman on the go. And having spent C of boozy 60 minutes sharing our cocksucker 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 farseeing blow through puffed-out brass."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 chick isn't really, really sassy and trying to pull a profligate one, then for sure, reel her in. At least you'll get one dislodge shooting with no repercussions. If you can't think back 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 fuck off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex life hasn't exactly been front-page news this last couple of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

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

"Easy, tiger,"I said, snorting a laugh down my nose."One whole tone at a meter, eh ? One dance step 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 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 gripe, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of breath down the dividing line. I've barely said ten run-in and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fortune to a complete stranger. A unknown who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete's crash course in his expectant cleaning woman wiseness, 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 hour free metre to fall over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the name and address. In fact, with her being on the letting stave, I reasoned there was an even luck she could've been inside here before.

I'd ejaculate clean and jerk with my son. For mint of cause really, not least of which being the fact he had the handlock, lubricant 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 prank which had kick-started this entirely debacle in the outset seat, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no need for his ‘ last-place hooray'comments.

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At the allotted time two good afternoon later, there is a swoon 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 woman before in my life, because I sure as shit would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with forgetful Brown haircloth and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin cheeks under scintillant Amytal eyes. Although her smile was weak, almost excusatory and embarrassed, her lips were to the full and red. Her neck was very wide and she had a informal, almost dangly joker double chin. Her shoulder joint were broad like that of a manual laborer, and the arms protruding from her loose flowing caftan seemed short circuit, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her breasts where quite large but looked very droopy, like two big plastic bags wide-cut of body of water. Her light naughty vertical-striped kaftan did it's best to camouflage the big blob of a woman it concealed, with an abdomen which could well cause contained overdue triplets. Two chunky, thick-skulled elephantine wooden leg stretching down to a pair of fat chubby ankles completed the panorama. She must've easy been north of two 50 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 motivation to mouth, not even one word. You don't even have to say the Bible ‘ master ’. But there's only me here in this apartment, and if you walk in through this door and shut down it behind you, I'm gon na expend the following hour and a one-half fucking your brains out."

With that, I turned on my heel away from the all-inclusive unfold door and went and sat on my recliner in the couch room.

I waited with bait 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 of it, I wasn't surprised this splice woman wasn't getting her penury met by her husband. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile nymph somewhere, a hob a one-fourth the size of his wife. Maybe some randy young bawd from his work, perhaps, a slim bint cypher like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my breath for being the crusade 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 brink of getting an afternoon of right-hand royal stag fucking.

………

I heard the Elihu Yale's loudly snap as its auto-lock clicked the room access fully closed. I held my intimation so I could hear any audio, and exhaled with a mixing of emotions when I heard her shuffling her groundwork on the embossed ‘ welcome house'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 as I felt her presence fill the lounge doorway.

"Come on in, don't be shy. I won't bite, well not on your inaugural visit,"I taunted as I waved my handwriting indicating she should fully enter the way and stand in front of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a simple six feet in strawman of my bent-grass stifle."facial expression 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 ‘ slut ’. You will be my fornicatress twenty three, but just a simple ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

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

"Look at me,"I barked, causing her head to re-lift and her eye to mesh back onto mine."That non-answer has just earned you a belittled but sore 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, master,"her vocalism now more regular and sure.

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

"Yes, skipper,"she said, house 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 step towards the door, obviously about to fly.

I must acknowledge, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't sure what I should do. I had sight of me standing in the dock being sworn in as the bearing of abduction and attempted violation were read out to the panel. On the former 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 argumentation of least resistance.

I shot to my feet and took two step to front her and flung my arms around as much of her arms and shoulder as I could encircle, drawing her to my dresser 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.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."seminal fluid and sit. If you aren't well-fixed with this I'm not going to force 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 voiced reclining chair, and watched as she slowly eased herself down and perch 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 import. 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 school principal 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 amount and see …."

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

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

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The curt entr'acte whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my bedchamber gave her sufficiency time to wrestle back into a more normal and well-heeled position in my recliner. I held out the box and she swooshed out several trivial Theodore Harold White squares.

"So, what do you want to do now ?"I asked."Technically you've booked me for the afternoon…… a detached booking,"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 unornamented money."

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

"fountainhead, 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 house 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 mien because of the chance of a mindless, guilt-free, long fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the menu. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the agency accusing me of being some sort of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for several long minutes and listened. Her rambling life story level was about as predictable as snowstorms in wintertime. At a couple of points I couldn't suppress an unvoluntary deep yawning. Then I realised I was growing an erecting. Not just any old stalker. This was a full on throbbing blade girder of vitalagra induced munition.

Holy crap …. I'd forgotten about that.

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I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden chairman. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my abdomen, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my enlace finger grasp at the closed gap of my thighs near my knees.

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

In infliction ? 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 performance and keep me on the go for, well, time of day if motivation be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to think I send away quenched 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 pass at my bent over posture,"you're enhanced now ?"

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

"Oh …"was her shocked and fascinate 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 dash of annoyance at her sluggish uptake 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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