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Part 3
That last hour of work was hell, All I could think of was Ann and how much it sucked to hook up with her at this point. Why couldn't had been the night before. Then again I wouldn't have been in the situation that I was in. It would have taken months for me to share my interest even if I would have ever had a chance interesting her in the first place.
I got in the car and headed to the local hardware store. I passed through the door and was stopped by a female clerk and asked what are you looking for. With my voice cracking a bit, as I tried to hide my excitement, I replied, “Sand Paper.”
“OK, what kind of project are you working on?”
This throw me for a loop, I hadn't thought that a cover story was needed., “Ah, I'm sanding this desk and staining it.”
“What kind of wood?”
God what was this? “Oak.”
She led me to the sandpaper and began pulling out different grades of paper and explaining that this one was best for this and this one for that and so on and so on. Then she began to led me to the stain, I explained that I already had stain and she asked what kind. I made up a name and a smile crossed her mouth. This struck me as odd but figured she was just trying to sell me stain. “Oh really? Well how many sheets will you be needed?”
“Ten.” She pulled out three 4 packs of each grade and asked if there was anything else?
“No” I replied just wanting to get out of there and on to the next part of the shopping.
“Sure, no chains, pliers, or rope?”
I screwed up my face and tried my best to look confused, “No just the sand paper.”
She took the pen she had in her right hand and tapped the front of my slacks, Creating a disincentive plastic noise, “Bolt Cutters, a hack saw?” At this she began to laugh. I pulled the sand paper out of her hand and headed to the check out paid and half ran to the car. My face flush and hot.
It took about 10 minutes to get to the adult book store and there was about 5 men milling about in the store when I walked in. Walking toward the magazines I picked up the closest one and began looking through it and waited for the place to clear out. Once everyone had bought their fix and I was alone with the 2 clerks, I headed to the toys and grabbed a set of training plugs, two larger ones and a 8 inch strap on and headed to the counter. The clerk smiled and began ringing up the toys. Just as the last toy was placed in the sack and the clerk was handing me change, in walked 5 kids that couldn't have been older then 19. The clerk looked up at me and said loudly, “Baby doll, you straight guys are so confusing. Honey mines the real thing and just as big.” He and the other clerk broke out laughing. I cursed under my breath and headed for the door.
Feeling safe and sound in my car, I started it up and began to pull out when my phone rang. It was Lynn.
“Have you got the toys yet?”
“Yes Madame.”
“Where did you get them?”
“Adultland or E 24th.”
“Go back in and get a remote controlled egg and a dildo that you can attach to the floor and a chair. Oh and tell the clerk that your mistress ordered you to offer oral sex to the clerk.”
With dread I replied, “Yes madame.”
I put the car back into park, shut it off and with a deep sigh, headed for the door. The young boys chuckled as I passed them and headed straight to the toys, Picked up the dildo and the egg and head back to the clerk. The clerk smiled and said, “Oh back so soon?” He rung up the toys and shock his head. I was shaking at this point and it was easy for him to notice. The sad thing was that my cock was straining against the spikes and I could feel the warmth of the blood coming from the reopened wounds.
There was a lump in my throat the size of a Grapefruit, as I squeezed out, “Sir, my mistress has ordered me to offer you oral sex for your trouble.”
“You sick fuck. Why would I stick my cock in that mouth of yours. God only knows what's been in it.” I felt relieved as I picked up the bag and headed toward the door. He stopped me dead in my tracks with, “I didn't say no.” I turned to caught the broad grin on his face. I couldn't tell if it was the offer of sex or if he was just enjoying my embrasement. The silence was broken with the phone ringing. He picked it up. I guessed at who it was and was right. He chatted quietly with her and then motioned me to come to him. Though I'm not homosexual or even bi-sexual the idea of sucking this stranger off was turning me on.
“Your mistress was just on the phone checking on you and I'm going to have to take a rain check. She was nice enough to give me your address and I'll be by after my shift around 10:30pm. See you then, now get out you sick fuck.”
I ran to the car, started it and headed home. This was beyond my limits and I figured I'd just wait for Lynn to call and tell her to fuck off. Then tomorrow cut the lock on the CB2000 buy a new lock and hand the key over to Ann. It really put my mind at rest. I started dreaming about spending time with Ann and all the things we could do together. The CB 2000 suddenly seemed very uncomfortable and for the first time in 2 days my mind was clear.
As I drove home, I turned up the stereo and sung along to the silly pop songs on the radio. I felt so free, so refreshed. Without Ann in the picture, I wouldn't have been as light hearted but she was in the picture. At a stoplight I closed my eyes and replayed her sitting on my face and felt the excitement raise in it's plastic prison. I laughed at the thought of gaining my freedom just to give it to another. Oh but what another.
When I reached the apartment building, I ran up the stairs, taking 2 steps at a time with my shopping bags swinging with my gate. I headed straight for Ann's door and knocked. Waited and after there was no answer, went to my apartment and to my surprise found the door unlocked. At first I thought I had gotten the wrong apartment and double checked the number on the door. Yes, 24 it was the right place. However everything was gone except my desk and computer, and kitchen stuff. There was a note taped to the celling,
“Dear Bitch boy, I decided that if you are going to belong to me, or at least partly belong to me that you had no use for the big screen TV, Stereo, entertainment center, Blue Ray player, Game Systems, Couch and chair. They all look better in my apartment anyway. Plus if I tell daddy it will be easier to evict you this way. All the other stuff I sold off to my friends and the pond shop on Grand and I'm keeping the money. You won't be needing any of it anyway. Oh I also found a bunch of family photos, and other junk in the closet and throw it out to make room for a few things I'll be storing here. See you naked later, Ann.”
I be lying if I didn't feel a little dumb founded. I just walked from room to room. Trying to remember what was once there. At last, I stripped off my clothes and laid on the floor and waited for her to return. The phone ringing startled me and I tripped and fell to the floor. It was on the third ring by the time I reached the phone. It was Lynn, she was laughing. “Hello cocksucker, or should I say soon to be cocksucker.” There was a pause and then I started in, told her to keep the $400 and the key. That I was done and thanks but no thanks. She waited until I stopped and calmly told me to go to the computer and open the e-mail “I own you.”
Ann had taken my desk chair so I had to kneel on the floor as I opened the e-mail. It was a list of all my relatives, the local law enforcement, other employees at work, my ex wife and a number of friends. At the bottom was a scam of Lynn's ID with the date of birth circled, my heart skipped a beat when I figured it our. Lynn was 17! Also she had attached a number of photos of me, copies of messages I'd sent and e-mails. I began to cry, there would be no freedom, no Ann, no orgasm any time soon and sure enough punishment.
End of part 3.
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