Room for Let (Closed)

Lady_Gamer

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(Closed for captainblackadder67 and myself.)

As a non-traditional college student, Victoria had a lot of control in her life. She had secured a mortgage on a house at the age of eighteen and worked multiple jobs for six years - it was then that the want to go back to school struck her. She spent a couple of years balancing work and study, renting out two rooms of her house to make up for her loss of income. Upon reaching her junior year of college, she decided she needed a bold change of pace.

She wanted to study abroad. As she looked in to different programs, she suddenly feared a sheltered experience. She kept seeing things such as "English-taught courses" and couldn't help but imagine being shepherded around with the same group of Americans day to day. Well, it would be her own fault for not being fluent in any foreign language.

Okay, then - Victoria would go to the UK. She wouldn't have to enroll in a program; she could figure out the details for herself. She spent the summer immersed in bureaucratic procedure, obtaining and filling out paperwork for multiple life-altering decisions. She sold her house and managed to come out with some funding towards her newest endeavor.

It had been quite the process, but she eventually arrived in England a week before the fall semester would begin. At the age of twenty-six, Victoria wasn't the type of student that would be forced to live in the dormitory; she stayed in a hotel for a few nights and looked in to renting possibilities. One might expect Victoria to be the type to have this figured out before-hand, but she wanted to meet whoever she would be sharing her living space with before committing to anything. She wasn't interested in living with a family, or a couple - she was seeking a single male or female roommate with a particular personality. It was easy enough for Victoria to tell if a person possessed the ability to please her; unfortunately, finding this person was not immediate. It was the third day of responding to adds.

First on her list for the day was a non-descriptive add titled "Room for Let". Victoria smiled - the British were so cute. She found a lot of entertainment in listening to and reading the differences between her speech patterns and theirs. And the English accent? The college student could melt.

She needed to find herself a plaything to satisfy her lust.

Victoria approached the door of her first query of the morning. She had spoken to the man on the phone the previous day; he sounded promising. He lived alone and seemed proper - she could imagine making him admit that he was a pervert and having him beg her for satisfaction. She rang the doorbell.

The woman was 5'6" and 145 lbs. She naturally had an hourglass figure of 38D-30-38. Today she was wearing a corset under her button-up silk blouse that made her curves even more dramatic. The top buttons of her blouse were left open, allowing just a glimpse of her strapless black undergarment and the red ribbon that adorned it. She wore a short black skirt with wide pleats and dark gray stockings that were likely to be held up with a garter belt. Her black leather boots reached slightly above her knee and had a four inch stiletto heel on them. Her dark blond hair was allowed to freely cascade over her shoulders, reaching just past the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hair had a subtle curl to it. Her eyes were blue and her skin light, nearly pale. It contrasted nicely with her outfit.

She smiled wickedly as the man opened the door.
 
Room to let

I open the door to be met by every good fetischists vision. I was looking to generate some extra income by renting out a spare room I had. It was basically at the top of my house. A large converted loft with beamed ceilings and windows looking out over the city. I greet you and invite you in, showing you round the downstairs of the house, before leading you up to show you your room. As I climb the stairs I really wish you were leading me, so I could gaze upon those legs and ass that have captured my imagination. The room is well furnished, with a large four poster beg dominating the centre. You take your time looking round, but seem happy. At this moment i'd do just about anything to get you to move in.
You question me about my personal circumstances. At any other time, i'd find this invasive, but somehow I open up to you, explaining I am divorced and currently single. You make a flippant comment about me needing a good woman to take me in hand and my groin twitches.
You admire the beamed ceiling, laughing that its strong enough to swing from, and I wonder just if you are kinky, or my imagination paints you that way.
You accept the room, and ask if I can assist you moving your belongings in. I of course am delighted.
You arrive the following day, with several cases. I'm surprised you've have so much luggage, but at least I get to follow you upstairs as I carry the first case.
As I bring them into you room, you speak quietly to yourself as though organising in your mind what each case contains and where it needs to go. However, you speak loud enough that I can hear you. "Work clothes, casual, lingerie, clubbing, toys"
You had me at lingerie, but toys has really captured my imagination.
You tell me you may have a few small DIY jobs doing, and I tell you I'm quite handy in that department. Your reply is "Good, you can earn your reward then"
I leave you to unpack, and walk back downstairs, concious of the fact I seem to have had a solid erection all the time i've been in your presence.
 
Victoria couldn't be happier with the room. The four poster bed caught her attention right away and she approached it to see how sturdy it was. She placed both hands on one of the posts and tested its strength. It would certainly hold. She smiled and looked back at the man, who seemed eager to have her move in. She questioned him about his personal situation. He was divorced, to which Victoria made a passing comment to see his reaction.

She then turned her attention to the beamed ceiling. Could it be any more perfect? She laughed and said, "Looks strong enough to swing from." Certainly, she would find out. "Okay, I'm sold. I will take the room." The man offered to help her move her stuff in, and she accepted.

The following day Victoria arrives with her belongings. She allowed the man to carry her things up for her and made it a point to talk quietly to herself about what each case contained. This was merely an exercise in gathering a reaction from the new roommate.

When she mentioned that she had some handy-man type projects that would need to be done, the man immediately offered his services. She looked over and couldn't help but notice the bulging in his pants. What a pervert. She smiled, "Good, you can earn a reward then," she teased.

The man left and Victoria started arranging her things. I wasn't long before the woman made her way back downstairs.

She was wearing the same stiletto boots as the previous day, and they made a distinct noise as she approached the man. He was a little taller than her, even with her four inch heels. She walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She admired the tan tone of his skin as she slowly slid her hands down the length of his arms, pulling them behind him until his wrists were together at the small of his back. He could feel her breath upon his neck as she made him wait for several moments.

Victoria had leather cuffs which she secured on the man's wrists as she whispered in his ear, "You like that, don't you, Slave?" She tightened the cuffs and locked them. She would walk around her new pet, inspecting him thoroughly. He seemed to be in his early or mid forties and was in great shape. She idly wondered if he was ex-military. She stopped in front of him, allowing him to look upon his Mistress. She was wearing a crimson colored corset with matching thong and garter belt. Her stockings were dark gray. She held a black leather collar with D rings in her hand, which she played with idly.

"Do you want to earn this?" she asked, holding the collar up before his blue eyes.
 
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