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Vanessa
In the later part of the evening, Joe arrived home and sat himself down
on the couch. Tired, he wasn’t in the mood for much; however, he nevertheless
had enough energy to take up the newspaper and look through the classifieds,
searching for an apartment. Presently, he lived in a decaying neighborhood.
In fact, a few weeks ago, a flat upstairs was broken into. Upon hearing
of the burglary, Joe made up his mind to move. Having some extra money
from overtime, he decided to look for something better.
All the apartment adds seemed interesting, but they were either to expensive
or located in an undesirable part of town. Searching away, he nevertheless
found an add advertising a particular apartment. Upon closer inspection,
the man realized the suite was in a duplex, having the upstairs area for
rent. And most of all, the money ask per month was somewhat within his
budget. At the bottom of the add was a phone number. As a result, he decided
to call.
With a little effort, the exhausted man raised his frame from the sofa
and went into the kitchen, taking up the phone afterward.
The number dialed, he heard two rings and then, “ Hello.”
“ Hi…my name’s Joe and I’m interested in the place you’ve got advertised
in the paper.”
For a second, the individual on the other end paused. However, the seductive,
yet errie sounding female voice eventually replied, “ Ok…fine, when do
you wanna come and look at it?”
Her voice had some weird type of effect on him, causing the guy to hesitate
before he answered, “ Is it ok if I come tomorrow…it’s Saturday and I’m
not working.”
“ Tomorrow’s fine.”, said the relaxed and controlling voice.
“ Ok…thanks…what time should I be there?”
“ You can come in the morning at eleven…if that’s fine with you.”
“ Great, that sounds good…thanks again.”
Upon hanging up the receiver, Joe returned to the sofa and sat down,
thinking for a moment or two about the lady. Not even knowing her name,
her voice made it seem as if he knew her forever. Something about her made
him feel strange. Be as it may, Joe finally got up, showered off, and went
to bed, dreaming away about his desire to move.
Rolling over, the guy looked at the digital clock, seeing nine thirty
displayed on the readout. Having more energy now after a night’s rest,
the man got up and dressed himself, going out to the kitchen afterward,
making himself some breakfast.
The meal consumed, Joe went into the livingroom, threw himself down
upon the sofa, took up a magazine, and read the time away. Eventually,
the room’s clock displayed five after ten. From the add, he had her address;
therefore, Joe got his coat from the rack and left his apartment, locking
up afterward. Down by his car, the thirty two year old male got in, started
the engine, and drove off.
Being somewhat familiar with the area, he found the lady’s address with
no problem, parking his car before the structure, and getting out, walking
up to the front entrance. To the right, he saw a door bell which he depressed
after admiring the gold colored plate surrounding the button.
While he waited a few moments for her response, Joe moved his head to
and fro, studying the building’s detail. From what he saw, the home seemed
to be from the nineteenth century, made of large black bricks. Impressed,
he also noticed two gargoyles as he backed up three steps, viewing the
top of the house as he stepped out from under the porch roof.
Finally, the inner door opened, followed by the outer screen. Two dark
eyes stared at him, measuring the guy off as he said, “ Hello, I’m Joe,
I spoke with you yesterday about the upstairs apartment.”
“ Yes…, come in.”, replied the woman flatly.
Entering, the man found himself back in time, surrounded by old Victorian
style furniture. “ Interesting things you’ve got here.”, said Joe.
“ I’ve had ‘em for years…by now they’re collector’s items, they go
back a few generations in my family.”
Viewing the walls, our man saw oil paintings showing people whom he
surmised were already dead for some time.
“ Are those some of your relatives?”
“ Yes, if fact that lady overthere had the house built back in eighteen
forty six.”
Slowly nodding his head, Joe continued to inspect the main room when
she ask, “ Care for a cup of coffee or something?”
“ Yea…coffee’s fine.”
Leaving the room, the dark-haired lady returned a few moments later
with a tray, containing two cups.
“ Black or cream?”, ask the woman.
For a second, Joe simply stared away down at her feet, noting the boots
going up into her black slim skirt. As she placed the try upon the livingroom
table, her long and straight, but fluffy, mane fell to one side of her
beautiful, yet gothic, head, causing the female to push her hair behind
her left ear. When she straightened herself, Joe finally replied, “ Black.”
“ Good…that’s the way I like it too.”
After taking the cup from her hand, Joe ask, “ So what’s your name?”
“ I’m Vanessa.”
“ That’s a nice name.”
“ Thanks.”
Speaking further, the lady said, “ So…you wanna rent the upstairs
area. It can only be accessed form the back; however, it’s got everything
any regular apartment has, even a terrace, which is also in the back.”
Between sips of his coffee, Joe ask, “ And I suppose you want a security
deposit to match the first month’s rent?”
“ Yes, that’s standard procedure now a days.”, answered Vanessa as she
too drank away at the black brew.
“ The rent’s exactly what it says in the paper…right?”
“ Correct, it’s four fifty a month.”
Finished with his drink, the man inquired, “ Ok…can I see it now?”
“ Sure, no problem, just follow me.”
After she placed the cup down, the lady went out the front door and
walked around the structure toward the rear. Staring away at her, he wondered
to himself why she dressed so formal, even having a black suit jacket over
her white blouse. Nevertheless, he followed the woman, going under some
of the trees surrounding the place on all sides, leaving only a back yard
free which had a few old tombstones scattered about. Toward the end of
the yard, the thicker vegetation started again, concealing the dwelling
from her neighbors.
“ How large is this lot?”
“ It’s almost two acres.”, answered Vanessa as she pointed toward the
steps, saying, “ Ok…here’s where we go to enter the upstairs area.”
Following her like a puppy on a leash, Joe went up the stone steps,
finally standing before the door. Upon removing a set of keys from her
jacket, the mysterious and attractive woman opened the door and stepped
inside.
Right at her tail, Joe placed his feet into the apartment and was immediately
overtaken by stale air. Going over to a window, the woman opened it, turned
toward Joe, and said, “ As you may have guessed, it’s been a while since
I last rented the place.”
“ That’s no problem…it looks good to me, all it needs is a little
dusting.”
“ Yea…if you take it, I’ll see that’s it’s cleaned a little.”
Looking about, he saw that the place was furnished as the area below,
having old furniture and paintings upon the walls. However, to his delight,
the artworks were only of landscapes and sail boats on a dark stormy sea;
otherwise, no portraits of her late relatives came to view.
As he followed her around, Joe became more and more satisfied with everything
he saw, causing him to say, “ Ok, I’ll take it, it’s got everything…even
a stove and refrigerator…great…,I can make out the first check now
if you want.”
“ Fine, you can move in today as far as I’m concerned.”
“ All right…yea…I’ll do that, I’ve got some extra time today, I
haven’t got much, most of the furniture back at the other place belongs
to the building, so it shouldn’t take me longer than a few hours to get
my things together and move in…I think I can do it all with my car alone
in two trips.”
With a smile, Joe reached into his jacket and produced his check book,
writing out an amount twice that of the monthly rent. Finished, he gave
her the paper.
“ Ok Joe…it’s all yours…I hope you like it here.”
“ It’s great, seems so quiet and isolated…that’s what I want…peace
and quiet.”
“ You can keep these.”, said Vanessa as she handed him the set of keys
to the apartment.
“ Thanks.”
“ I’ve got another set downstairs…so if you ever loose ‘em, just ask,
and I’ll make a new copy for you.”
Going toward the entrance located in the kitchen, she stepped out upon
the terrace, followed by her new tenant. As he locked the door behind him
and then stared down into the yard, he ask, “ Whose buried there?”
“ Some of the people in the pictures downstairs…the family buried
it’s members here up to around nineteen hundred, then ofcourse the laws
changed.”
At the base of the steps, Joe inquired further, “ I don’t mean to be
nosy, but where are all your living relatives now?”
“ Don’t have any…I’m the last of the line, I was an only child, and
when my parents died, that was it.”
Nodding, Joe returned to his car, saying, “ Ok, I’ll be back in about
an hour…like I said, two trips should do it.”
“ Whatever you wanna do…it’s your place now, come and go as you please.”
Slightly excited, the man got into his car and drove off, watching the
mysterious figure in black slowly make its way into the house.
At his original place, he got his stuff together, packing all he owned
into two suitcases and a few boxes. After taking half of his belongs to
his car, Joe returned to the gothic dwelling, only to find that she did
indeed dust up and tidy the place somewhat during his brief absence. Feeling
good about everything, Joe placed the objects upon the floor and returned
to his vehicle, going back and getting the remaining items.
Once everything was in the car, Joe returned to the apartment one last
time, picked up the phone, and left a message on the landlord’s answering
system, saying that he moved and the keys are on the kitchen table. All
done, Joe happily left, never to see the place again.
Inside the errie stone structure, the guy got everything ready, unpacking
his belongings and placing them in their appropriate locations. Finished,
he decided to go out for dinner.
At seven in the evening, the single individual returned to his new apartment.
Inside, he relaxed himself upon a sofa and mused for a second. Softly,
he heard music from downstairs. Listening closely, Joe heard Wagner’s Pilgrim’s
chores from Tanhasuer. Intrigued with the masterpiece, the man listened
on as the composition worked itself to a climax, displaying its full perfection
before the world.
“ Interesting.”, he said to himself, “ She likes classical music…I
figured as much…she looks like the type.”
However, as Joe got up and began preparing himself for the evening,
wishing to see a good movie on cable, he heard a car pull into the drive,
parking itself behind his. Moving before the window, Joe gazed out and
saw a man about his own age get out and go over to the front entrance.
A second later, the gothic female let him in. No sooner the man entered,
the music stopped and silence seemed to replace everything.
Shrugging it off, Joe settled in and watched the program. Halfway through
the film, he heard the man’s car leave. Thinking to himself, Joe said,
“ Hmm…that guy was here and hour.” Nevertheless, he returned his attention
to the television when fifteen minutes later another car pulled into the
drive, parking itself in the same location.
Getting up again, curious Joe watched another male enter the downstairs
suite. Again, this second guy stayed for about an hour, driving off afterward.
Since it was Saturday night, Joe stayed up a little longer than usual,
watching a few more additional programs. And all the while, he heard cars
come and go. It seemed as if they had successive appointments with the
lady, having fifteen to twenty minutes in between.
Be as it may, Joe finally showered off and went to bed. Before he could
fall to sleep, he listened carefully, trying to hear what he could from
the dwelling below. Momentarily, he heard a scream, the sound of someone
in pain. However, it stopped and silence followed.
In the end, the classical music came back to life. Guessing correctly,
Joe figured the nightly appointments would now stop, and so they did. As
sleep slowly over took him, Joe mumbled to himself, “ Yep…she’s probably
a whore…got to be…what else?”
The night went by fast, ending when he awoke at eight. Getting up, Joe
got dressed and ate breakfast. While seated in the kitchen, he heard Mahler’s
Second Symphony burst forth, pouring out the first movement, echoing the
notes throughout the yard below. Listening on, the man could decipher footsteps
coming up the stone walkway. Finally, someone knocked on the door.
Curious, Joe obviously got up and answered. Before him stood Vanessa
all dressed in the same style of clothing as yesterday.
“ Hi Joe.”, said the lady in a relaxed voice.
Nodding , Joe replied, “ Hello Vanessa…how are you this morning?”
“ Fine…how’s the apartment…like everything?”
“ Yea…it’s great.”
While staring into his eyes with a penetrating look, Vanessa ask, “
Care to come downstairs for a cup of coffee…I’ve got some ready.”
“ Sure…why not.”, replied Joe as he gazed down at his almost finished
bowl of cereal.
“ Great…follow me.”
Getting up, the man strolled behind the strange figure, watching her
boots in the processes, impressed with the black stiletto heels as they
struck the dark colored stone.
Inside her abode, Joe was told to take a seat in the livingroom while
she got the coffee ready. Like yesterday, he was then greeted by the sight
of Vanessa coming from the kitchen, tray in hand, having two cups. After
giving him the coffee, she ask, “ What do you do for a living?”
“ I work in a factory that makes electronic components…right now I’ve
got some overtime during the week.”
“ That’s good.”, answered Vanessa as she drank her brew.
The cup at her lips, the lady’s eyes stared away at him, at times becoming
somewhat seductive. Looking into her dark pupils, Joe ask, “ It’s none
of my business, but why were all those guys coming here last night…I
mean…there must have been at least four or five?”
Giving Joe an evil grin, Vanessa said, “ It’s all about control.”
Perplexed, Joe inquired, “ What do you mean?”
Smiling wickedly, she replied, “ It’s not the pain they come here for…it’s
the idea of someone having complete control over their lives for an hour
or so.”
Staring down at the carpet for a moment, he remarked, “ You mean you’re
a dominatrix or something like that?”
“ How fast you catch on.”, answered the woman sarcastically.
Upon her feet now, Vanessa slowly moved toward him, eventually standing
directly before the man. Just standing there, the lady placed one of her
hands on her hip and simply stared into his eyes. Over a minute went by
and she was still looking at him.
While their eyes were locked, Joe felt his legs, arms, and mind go numb.
It was as if she’d put something in the coffee. After two minutes, he found
himself feeling extremely suggestive, losing most of his will.
With precision, the dark-haired beauty took hold of his shirt collar
and pulled him up to his feet. Standing before her ladyship, he heard,
“ Ok Joe…my friend…why don’t you take it all off.”
Despite his initial surprise, he found himself in compliance, undressing
before the woman.
His clothes off, Joe watched as she measured him from top to bottom
with her fiendish eyes, digging deeper and deeper into his soul. As a diabolical
smile crossed her face, he found himself sinking slowly to his knees, finally
bringing his face to the floor directly before her boot’s toe.
“ That was fast.”, remarked the lady, “ I see you’ll be just as easy
as the last tenant a year ago.”
Eventhough her dominant and mysterious physique had him intoxicated,
he still had enough in him to ask, “ What….what about this last guy?”
“ He was my slave…existing only to serve my every whim.”
“ What happened to him?”
“ Oh…let’s just say he didn’t satisfy me completely.”
Worried, he nevertheless hadn’t the strength to question her further,
for her influence was so powerful, Joe couldn’t resist any longer.
“ Now kiss!”, she yelled rudely as the lady pointed toward her own feet.
Immediately, Joe began with the front of the boot, kissing away at the
leather as she watched, looking down with triumph written all over her
face.
“ From now on, you’ll be making coffee for me…is that clear…you
little worm!”
From his own lips, he heard, “ Yes Mistress.”
“ Good…now get in that kitchen of mine and clean up…put all the
stuff away I used this morning to make breakfast.”
Immediately, Joe obeyed, going into the adjoining room, working away
as directed.
While the male slave performed his new duties, he heard the stereo again,
this time blasting Seigfried’s Funeral March throughout the spacious dwelling.
Afterward, Joe turned for a moment and was met with the most awesome sight
his eyes had ever seen. At the kitchen’s entrance stood Vanessa, all dressed
in a two piece black leather outfit together with the same boots going
up to her thighs. With her elegant black leather gloves pulled up beyond
her elbows, Vanessa leaned her frame against the entrance post, radiating
pure control, looking like an entity straight from the macabre, impressing
itself upon its victim with an unsurpassed force.
His eyes wide open, helpless Joe watched as she approached, carrying
a collar and leash in her right hand. As the man stood before the kitchen
sink, the mysterious mistress placed the thing about his neck, saying,
“ There…now you’re my slave for good.”
While he washed the dishes, she simply stood next to him, staring away,
making sure he did everything right. Finished, he heard, “ Get down on
your knees…slave!”
“ Yes mistress.”
Slightly tugging on the chain, she lead the naked man back into the
livingroom. As the humble creature crawled on all fours, he felt pure humiliation
run through his system. However, in contrast to what one might expect,
the humiliation had a masochistic quality to it, making him ever more obedient.
In the livingroom, Vanessa took a seat upon the couch and placed her
right boot upon the coffee table, saying, “ Well…what are you waiting
for…worship it…respect the leather!”
Slowly, Joe put his face before the black shine, taking in the fresh
smell. Transfixed, he pressed his lips to the boot and kissed away, covering
every spot, going on for almost an hour.
As he kissed, his eyes would at times stare up at her crotch, covered
by her black leather panties. Working up some boldness, the slave ask his
mistress, “ Can I please lick your pussy?”
“ You’ll lick my cunt when I order you to lick my cunt…now shut up
and finish adoring my boots!”
Like a small child, he simply replied, “ Yes mistress.”, and returned
to his task, kissing away at the stiletto masterpiece.
Although he did as he was told, he nevertheless kept looking up to her
crotch. Infuriated, she pushed him aside and got up, stormed out of the
room, and returned thirty seconds later with a long scary whip.
“ This’ll teach you your place…scum bag!”
“ What did I do?”, ask Joe, shaking with fear.
“ You’ll look at my cunt when I tell you to…I decide things around
here!”
With that, the whip came down, crossing his face as he tried to shield
himself. On all fours, he quickly turned around and crawled to the other
side of the room. All was useless, for she was an expert with the thing,
peeling away at his flesh, producing one laceration after another.
Finally, while Joe cowered in a corner, she stopped and heard, “ Please
mistress…I promise I’ll be good…!”
A smile crossing her evil face, Vanessa said, “ That’s what I wanna
hear, now crawl to me on your belly and continue respecting my spectacular
stiletto creations of ever lasting glory!”
“ Yes mistress.”, answered Joe as he slowly wormed his way toward her
feet, making a complete fool of himself before the lady.
When his face was directly before her boot, she raised her right foot
and placed it atop his head, saying, “ Now kiss!” As the right boot pressed
downward, he worshipped the left piece of noble art as it rested firmly
upon the livingroom carpet.
Looking down at her slave, she remarked, “ I’m better than you are.”
“ Yes mistress.”
“ I’m greater than you are.”
“ Yes mistress.”
“ I’m the power and the glory!”
“ Yes mistress.”
Saturated with pride and conceit, the woman eventually said, “ All right…now
let’s see what you’re really good for.”
Turning around, she went over to the couch and stood before the piece
of furniture. Before his awe struck eyes, the lady pealed off the leather
attire, leaving only the boots on. Completely naked, Vanessa sat her beautiful
ass down upon the sofa and slightly spread her legs apart, saying, “ Ok…you
piece of shit, now you can eat me.”
His mouth watering, Joe crawled over and quickly pushed his face into
her large harry cunt, taking in its smell. A moment later, his tongue went
all the way in, licking her interior, going over every spot of her womanhood.
Going on for over forty minutes, he brought the mistress to three orgasms
before she finally spoke, “ That’s enough…now get up and get back to
work…there’s a vacuum cleaner in the kitchen closet…I want this place
perfect before I go to sleep tonight…is that clear?”
“ Yes mistress.”
Compliantly, Joe got up and obeyed, spending the rest of his life as
her willing slave!
The End
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