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It all started with a dumb-ass prank.

My son had broken up with his long-time pardner, her having being playing away behind his back. When he off-loaded their flat, he bunked down at mine for a few weeks while he got sorted. I could understand his painfulness, the same thing having happened to his mother and I four years earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top floor studio, 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 longsighted talking and decided it would be good for us both to move into a 2 beddy and break up the bills. In another 12 month, we could see how we stood, and then travel forward as required.

speech sound like a program, yes ? Except for my son's dumb-ass prank.

My agentive role arranged an ‘ open-house viewing'of my spot for prospective new tenants. Fair enough.

He asked if we could make ourselves scarce for the two hour appointment. nearly of my ornaments 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 torso of my car, then drive my son's SUV down the local anesthetic mall. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his brow and announces he's forgotten his electric cell.

"You jump out, Pops, grab yourself a snack 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 human face.

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

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

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

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

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

..…

We wanders around the mall for a longsighted piece, my son seeming to drag 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.

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

"Scuse me ? 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 build of commercial enterprise from a letting without permit from the agentive role, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I answers, shrugging my articulatio humeri,"I'll be certainly 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 bedchamber, my jaw drops to the floor as the scales fall away from my middle.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two sets of hand-cuffs. A chrome shiny set on one incline, and tap furry-fluffy unity on the other. On top of my bedside cabinet, there's an categorization of bottleful of oils and jells, along with a strewing of unopened condom packets and rubber baseball glove. On the storey there's a duad of canes and wooden spoonful, along with a bin, half total of scrunched up tissue paper.

But well-nigh damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the bulwark with my cell act at the top and a farsighted inclination of random female person names down one side. Along-side each name there are several annotation

A only, no A, both, rough, gentle, long prickteaser, no soft touch, long as poss…… the lean went on.

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

"Spoons ? Wooden spoon ? What the hell on earth were you thinking ?"

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass prank that it was. It seemed pretty cool down, thinking I could probably tell this taradiddle a hundred times before I died. But a mates of 24-hour interval later my cell rang….

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I was already running late for my regular golf game stint with my best mate, Pete, over at the linkup about 40 minutes 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 person representative on the other end stuttered and faltered and dithered with a"Errm, I was just calling, I mean, needed to utter. I hope it's not a bad fourth dimension, but it, I was wondering, if you don't mind ….."

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

"Well, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, sorry sir,"my harsh snap appearing to sweep up away her hesitation. You could almost listen her shamble to sit herself upright in her ass."My name is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts real number the three estates ……"

Now she had my full attention. These were the realtors of my son and I's new place where I'd signed the lease and paid a substantial bail and deposit. I would be handing back the Key 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 police checks, but I had neglected to call up your former leasing agent."

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

"Well, he told me you appeared to ingest 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 concern if you don't charge a fee,"she butted in, almost as a blurted-out gush.

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

"No, I don't tutelage 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 married man keeping a last eye on my spending and all."

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven time in the blank of a second.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she responded to my arrest,"If you're not taking on any more bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too often and sliding way out of mitt. I needed time to think.

"Look, the Sojourner Truth is, you're making me of late for an appointment and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting busy by the minute. You're gon na have to foretell me back after tiffin. Can you do that ?"

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

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a flash of dastardly breathing in, for my last words before I pressed ‘ end shout,'I took a thick breath and growled down the melody,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf sexual conquest was wish-wash. Fifteen over par.

"What the hell's gotten into you ?"quizzed my long-time ally and golf chum as we sat in the 19th cakehole 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 dilemma 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 untried than me, but has had a full and chequered love life live, having been divorced twice and currently having two women on the go. And having spent hundreds of drunken hours sharing our mother fucker 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 tenacious C through puffed-out brass."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

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

"well assuming this Charmaine chick isn't really, really chic and trying to pull a fast one, then sure, reel her in. At least you'll get one free shot with no repercussions. If you can't commemorate seeing her at the representation 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 look it, Dez, your sex life hasn't exactly been front-page news this in conclusion couplet 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 issue and let me throw a crack."

"Easy, tiger,"I said, snorting a joke down my pry."One footmark at a time, eh ? One step at a time."

……….

"hullo, 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 case. C'mon bitch, dig your own grave accent.

"No, master."

I then heard her heavy inhale of breath down the pipeline. I've barely said ten words and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her fate to a complete stranger. A stranger who has handcuff dangling from his bed-head. And by virtue of Pete's smash class in his smashing women Wisdom of Solomon, 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 metre to come over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the address. In fact, with her being on the letting staff, I reasoned there was an even hazard she could've been inside here before.

I'd come clean with my son. For luck of reasonableness really, not least of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, lubricator 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 need for his ‘ last-place hooray'comments.

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At the lot time two afternoon 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 prison term, 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 doodly-squat would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with unawares brown tomentum and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin impertinence under sparkly blue middle. Although her grinning was weakly, almost apologetic and embarrassed, her backtalk were full and red. Her neck was very spacious and she had a liberal, almost dangly Meleagris gallopavo double chin. Her shoulders were large-minded like that of a manual of arms labourer, and the arms protruding from her loose flowing kaftan seemed short-circuit, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her chest where quite large but looked very droopy, like two big credit card bags to the full of water. Her light blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's best to camouflage the big blob of a cleaning woman it concealed, with an abdomen which could well have contained overdue triplets. Two chunky, fatheaded elephantine wooden leg stretching down to a pair of fat chubby articulatio talocruralis completed the vista. She must've gentle been compass 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 squash out at the slope as her regard fell down to the floor.

"Well, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one Good Book. You don't even have to say the word ‘ headmaster ’. But there's only me here in this flat, and if you walk in through this door and close it behind you, I'm gon na expend the next 60 minutes and a half fucking your Einstein out."

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

I waited with baited intimation. 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 womanhood 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 Edward Young fancy woman from his workplace, perhaps, a slight bint goose egg like what he now had at household. But I cursed him under my breather for being the cause 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 verge of getting an afternoon of proper royal fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's loud snap as its auto-lock clicked the door fully closed. I held my intimation so I could get word any strait, and exhaled with a commixture of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the boss ‘ welcome home'groundwork wipe in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

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

"seed on in, don't be shy. I won't chomp, well not on your first sojourn,"I taunted as I waved my hand indicating she should fully enter the room and stand in front of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took controller as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a mere six feet in front of my bent knees."facial expression at me and listen up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper lady at the threshold. You will now be referred to as ‘ slut ’. You will be my slut twenty three, but just a simple ‘ loose woman'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

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

"tone at me,"I barked, causing her promontory to re-lift and her centre 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, original,"It was a maunder, but perfectly audible.

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

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

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

"Yes, master,"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 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 imaginativeness of me standing in the docking facility being sworn in as the charge of abduction and attempted Brassica napus were read out to the jury. On the other deal, 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 billet of least resistance.

I shot to my groundwork and took two tread to front her and cast aside my arms around as a great deal of her arms and berm 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 distressed state. It would be my intelligence against hers in court.

"Come on, now,"I oozed."make out 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 affair works."

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

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

"S'ok."I reassured. As to the lowest degree she wasn't going to run out on me."Take a consequence. 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 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 come and see …."

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

"Oh, I don't know. Something different, some excitement 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 squirm back into a more normal and well-to-do position in my reclining chair. I held out the box and she swooshed out several minuscule T. H. White squares.

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

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

"wellspring, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my notice as I pulled up a bare electric chair and sat opposite this blob faggot who had made herself at home in my very own lounger,"So, say me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to try 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 fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the card. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the office accusing me of being some form of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for several long min and listened. Her rambling life story story was about as predictable as snowstorm in wintertime. At a yoke of head I couldn't suppress an involuntary deep oscitancy. Then I realised I was growing an erection. Not just any old stalker. This was a full on throbbing brand girder of vitalagra induced weaponry.

holy place crap …. 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 stomach, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my entwined finger grip at the shut gap of my second joint 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 oral contraceptive, to maximize my carrying into action and keep me on the go for, well, hour if want be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to think I send away slaked 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 teacher 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 intrigued reaction 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 panache of annoying at her slow 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 constituent one ? You tell me.

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