The Tenant
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The tenant
It was the monthly assembly of the flat owners of the apartment block, at the caretakers’ house.
After the usual issues being discussed, complaints came up from several owners about the new woman tenant staying in apartment 2b. It was argued that several different kinds of sounds disturb the neighbours’ tranquillity. These noises differ from loud yells and whimpers to moans and sighs.
The caretaker, sworn bachelor and rather masculine in appearance, who also happened to be the owner of the woman’s flat, was authorised by the assembly to pay a visit to her and ask for explanations.
He thought it would be more polite at first to invite her to his apartment.
He telephoned her late that afternoon.
"Hello Miss Caplan, this is George P. from upstairs. I wonder if you could pay me a visit tomorrow some time after 17.00 to discuss some matters that occur at today’s assembly.
Is it convenient for you or..."
"I am coming up right now" she sharply replied and hung up the phone at no time.
He was a little annoyed by her behaviour but what the hell, it would be better to clear things out by that evening.
No sooner had he finished his thoughts and the doorbell rang. She was all right her, standing at the doorway, blocking the entire entrance with her grandiose figure.
She was all dressed in black standing over her high heels that made her even bigger.
He invited her in, offered a cup of tea and started expressing the complaints already mentioned.
She was listening without saying a word, not even making a wince. He only noticed that her eyes were changing colour from green-brown to ebony black.
He was trying to be as polite as possible and by finishing his speech he smiled and asked for her opinion.
"You people are right" she answered "my slaves are spoiled and noisy as they shouldn't be. I’ll see to it the soonest" she paused and stared at him with her penetrating eyes.
"Her what?" he thought with astonishment and got able to reply:
"When you say slaves you mean your servants at house works?"
"No I mean the creatures that I train to be submissive to any woman’s wills and then sell them at slave bargains to wealthy females..."she paused once more to enjoy his upset.
"Well Miss Caplan this is outrageous and cannot be tolerated. I demand you to stop these activities at once or leave this building the soonest. Slavery is barbaric and antiquated. I don't even think it is legal! "
"It is legal if both parties agree to it. And before judging someone’s attitude you must first at least try it once.
And please call me Donna..." said is a soothing voice.
"What is it that you mean, Donna? Try to feel what is like to be a slave to another person in year 2003? This is preposterous!"
"Why Mr. P, all my slaves are happy with the arrangement. I think somebody from the building should come once to a session
to see what is like and even participate in it. You, for instance, since you are the caretaker for this period you should volunteer?
And who knows George, you might even find you like being a slave..." she added with a smirk all over her face.
And by seeing Georges blush, she stood up, walked towards the exit and slammed the door behind her.
No sooner had his blood pressure reached its normal levels than the phone rang. She was her all right.
"I will be in my apartment for another couple of hours and I happen to have a vacancy. Feel free to descend and join me for tea and biscuits" she said with a mocking voice.
That was it. He grabbed his coat in frenzy and by descending the stairs three by three he was at her doorway.
Before being able to knock with all his fierce, the door opened and she quickly stepped aside for him to rush in. He didn't even notice in his fury that she calmly locked and bolted her entrance. Only then he got able to notice her.
She was in her purple dressing gown, the two top buttons unbuttoned, revealing a peace of her magnificent pale white enormous breasts. For a minute he could not lift his eyes from there. She was enjoying it in full pleasure.
Then he broke the silence:
"I demand you leave the premises by tomorrow afternoon!" he yelled becoming all red like a mullet. He turned around and started walking towards the door, then noticing 2 empty bottles of wine on the kitchen table. "She drinks a lot" he thought.
"Fine", she then replied in complete sobriety "but since I have to pack all my things in such a short notice, I could use a helping hand" she said with a pretentious coy look.
His well breed manners did not let him continue his way to the exit. With a sigh of despair threw his coat on a chair and followed her steps to the inner of the flat. She was already opening all her closets revealing her plentiful wardrobe.
No signs of peculiar "instruments" so far, he felt a little more relaxed, yet a little chilly in that room. Wish he took his coat with him.
But as she had already started to pile her clothes on the bed and the chairs in her bedroom, he girded up his loins.
She then took down 3 enormous suitcases from the top self of the closet and asked him if he could hand to her the clothing little by little in order for her to dispose it in the cases properly.
He began to feel a little guilty. He started passing different kinds of clothing to her. She had her back turned to him, kneeled down, completely absorbed by her work. That gave him the time to feel the fabric of clothes and smell the fragrance coming
out of their folds. He was becoming influenced. He approached the next thing (an angora woollen scarf) more close to his face.
The texture and the scent dazzled him. He left it there for at least 5 minutes. A bulk was becoming to rise under his trousers.
He had forgotten he was not handing clothes to Donna for sometime now. Then he gazed at something else and found hard to swallow. There, lying on the bed, there was a long line black woollen cardigan with fur-like trim around the neck and wooden buttons.
It was lying there expecting him to pick it up and give it to Donna. But for a strange reason he kept standing still, paralyzed.
He didn't even hear Donna standing up, passing right next to him and lifting the cardigan in her hands. She then turned towards him and said in a soft silky yet devious voice:
"I better put this thing on its getting cold, don't you think?" undressing herself in front of him and with quick subtle moves she put the cardigan on, nothing under it just her bare skin.
But for a strange reason she left all buttons unbuttoned. She then began to move towards him, all her beauties revealed to his eyes.
"This thing is too big even for me" she said with pretentious discontent "I think that another one can fit in here, don't you think?"
He couldn’t even nod. He felt his feet trembling.
By then she was standing right in front of him. If he was lifting his hand he could reach her fairy breasts. But he couldn’t move a muscle.
Then, with a theatrical move, she grabbed the two sides of the cardigan with her glove wearing hands and spread them wide open in front of him. He was facing now her beautiful body, just a breath away. Then she just ordered in an arrogant tone:
"Get in" and as if he were a robot he annexed his body to hers. His face was buried between her breasts, smelling that perfect mixture of fragrance and body odours. He then felt the cardigan getting buttoned behind him, entrapping inside it his shivering body. The light was dim in there, but he didn’t seem to mind about it at all. She left him in there for at least 10 minutes.
She then decided it was high time to proceed.
"I hate to disturb you, but I have to use the bathroom urgently" she said with a giggle, opening her cardigan.
"You must get out of here and wait for me to return, or leave if got bored" teased him. She already knew he was unable of leaving the room. He took his sweaty body off her and crumpled on the bed.
She then moved towards the door, but stopping suddenly she turned around, pick up a fancy dress and said:
"It might take me long there and I hate to leave you all alone and quivering like that!
What if we put you on this beautiful knitwear long dress and try to work a solution with my bladder?"
He was paralyzed. A woman’s dress on him! What the neighbours would think about him?
Though this thought was so repulsing, yet something more powerful nudged him towards her.
She was already putting the dress on him, straightening the edges, admiring the result of her work.
He was like a school girl. "Oh my, if only you could wear a pair of my shoes, you would look just perfect!" she mocked.
"But seriously now, we must take care of my urge too...? continued by grabbing him by the hand.
"Common silly tart, I have just the right stuff next door!" She rushed him into a completely dark room even colder than the previous, by unlocking a chain on the door. By then he was a human mass in her hands. "Human"?
Not for long. By lighting 4-5 candles, she was able to lead him to an iron bed having attached different equipment on it.
After securing his wrists behind his head and his ankles from two chains hanging from the bed ceiling, he was left with his buttocks wide open and exposed to her wills. Then he saw the jar on the stool next to the bed, in which she started pissing with little cries of relief.
She undressed herself once more and changed her outfit with a heavy warm robe hanging from a nail behind the door. She then threw her cardigan on his face double- folded leaving him with no chances of eye vision.
The last thing he got able to see was her filling a kind of bottle hanging from the bed ceiling and leading to a long probe with the content of the jar.
He then felt "his" dress lifting up, as a jelly dense liquid was caressing his asshole.
He was penetrated ten to twenty times by her handy fingers until he started moaning from lust.
Then the probe violated his sphincter. The liquid started filling his intakes, swelling his belly, making his need to go more and more urgent. She was laughing with his predicament, giving him orders of how to stretch his ass and bow his body in order to intake all her urines. His erection was so tense that his penis had lift and stretched all the dresses wrinkles.
Then she suddenly stopped, by pulling out the probe.
He was begging her with shrieks to continue fucking him, filling his holes in every possible way.
"HUSH" she whispered in his ears, "the neighbours might hear us!" and she left the room locking the door behind her, leaving him alone, dressed like a silly girl, all tied up, filled up with her liquid products, ready to burst, in full erection, unable to help himself in any possible way, moaning and crying so that everybody could hear him at least 3 blocks away...
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