A life of BDSM
They are young and perverse the two tenants of a seductive woman in her forties. The poorly happened will eventually submit to the erotic fantasies from bondage to the most insidious practices that lead to sadomasochism and submission. So the landlady accepts a life of BDSM at the hands of them.
FOR MATURE PEOPLE OF 18 AGE AND UP More
“Young lady. I do not run around collecting rent from my tenants”, I stated doggedly. “It is your responsibility to have it in my account on time. I did request you set up an automatic bank deduction.”
“Oh, please,” she pleaded, “Just this one time. We promise it will not happen again.”
Almost incredibly, I found myself considering her request. How could I even consider lowering my standards to this level? Yet, I did have to go out tonight to collect some papers from a colleague, and I would be in the vicinity of 17 Wisteria on my way home.
Not for the first time I found my mind befuddled when dealing with Mark and Diane.
I hesitated, and then took a deep breath. “Very well then. I will collect it but you had better understand this is definitely the one and only time. I will be there around 8.30pm. Please have the full rent ready for me to collect.”
“We certainly will Mrs Bentley, and, hey, thanks. Mark and I really appreciate it.”
I felt like I had been dealing with a child, and for some unfathomable reason found myself smiling.
For the remainder of the day I found myself dwelling on my arranged meeting with Mark and Diane. No matter how pragmatic and unemotional I tried to be, visions of a naked Diane tied spreadeagled to the bed kept flashing before my eyes. Along with Mark wielding that nasty little whip onto Diane’s …..
By the time I pulled up outside 17 Wisteria Lane at 8.30pm precisely, I could not believe how nervous and uncomfortable I felt. I tried to reason with myself, but my emotions were in turmoil. It was as if someone had thrown them into a blender and turned it on. I resolved to march up to the door, get the rent in my hand, and get out of the place as quick as I could, and with the minimum of conversation.
As I knocked on the door I almost prayed that it would be Diane who answered, but to my dismay it was Mark. For a moment we just stared at each other, before Mark stepped aside and with an exaggerated sweep of his arm invited me inside
“I am in a hurry,” I muttered with contempt. “Please get me the rent and I will be gone.”
Mark walked over to a tin and pulled out a sum of money and began laboriously counting it. My nervousness returned and I began fidgeting, and I tried to mask it by making polite conversation.
“Diane’s out, is she?” I enquired, trying to sound casual
“No, she is home. Just a little tied up.”
“Oh” I responded
It was not until Mark looked at me over his shoulder with a smirk on his face that the double meaning of his response hit me. I immediately felt my neck flush but tried to show no outward sign of any emotion.
I looked away to avoid eye contact with Mark, and then glanced impatiently at my watch. “Hurry please. I am already late.”
Mark counted the money again, for what seemed to be the 3rd time. Finally he turned to me and extended his hand containing the money. I walked over to him and took hold of the money, but he would not release it.
Our eyes locked, and I snarled, “Give me my money, you …..”
“Diane is being punished tonight for not finishing her exam report on time.”
His comment hit me like a sledgehammer and it took me a moment to get my wits back into some semblance of order
“What on earth do you mean?” I asked indignantly
“You know what I mean, Norah. Oh you don’t mind if I call you Norah, do you? You know what I mean because you have already witnessed her being punished once before. Haven’t you Norah?” Mark raised one eyebrow in an inquiring manner.
THE CONTENT IS HIGHLY EROTIC AND FOR MATURE PEOPLE OF 18 AGE AND UP. I CAN WRITE MORE BECAUSE S CENSURED, so you can go on reading the sample.
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