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I'm stuck with someone like you?! (Surreal X QB)

The door opened, stopping only when the chain that locked the door rattled. "What do you want?" a voice from behind the door spoke, dull in tone. It sounded as if he wasn't even entertained that he had a guest. Violet-blue eyes sharpened when he noticed her standing at the hallway, all alone. Already judgments were being made. "If you're here for the Room, it's $500 a month." Straight to business, he spared no words for chitchat as he removed the chain lock and opened the door wide. His eyes scanned her form briefly, before resuming the frown he displayed before opening the door. What a truly immoral woman, wearing such clothes hiked up to affluently display her most curvaceous assets! Nothing he hated more than a girl who was haughty because she was born more good looking than others! "Come in."

The Apartment room was actually much bigger than it seemed, 3 bedrooms, a cozy living room and a kitchen complete with a Microwave, an Oven and a toaster. Closing the door behind her, he walked, presuming she would follow him into the living room near the kitchen. "Payment is Monthly. You have to buy and use your own food and toiletries, you are limited to only 6 hours of Television and 3 baths a day on maximum." walking over to the Refrigerator, he took out a can of concentrated orange juice, pouring it in a jug, adding a bit of water, a good 3 spoonfuls of sugar and poured onto a tall glass, drinking it all in, Adam's apple bobbing in place. " Any questions?"

His gaze told much, showing his boredom, his disinterest and apparent...dislike of her? The place looked very clean, prim and proper, the curtains drawn and such. But, upon closer look, just beside a shelf of books were things that were most odd. Everything there seemed out of filled with what seemed like odd gadgets, contraptions and even something that resembled...a phallic object? Ropes, a bit gag worn by horses and other such restraining devices.... even a leather sleeve and handcuffs lay there, displayed out in the open. Such objects seemed so out of place yet he stood there calmly, holding the pitcher as he looked on. "Something the matter?" He asked, drab monotone driving his words.
 
He was about to put the glass down when he darted a suspicious gaze back at Marianne at her comment about people coming over. He decided to be frank. "I'm not some desperate pervert, I can handle myself well so don't get too worried." he stated, raising his hand to point to the rooms. "The door near the bathroom is your room. Don't go inside my room unless I give you permission to do so." he stated in a drab monotone, rummaging through his refrigerator as he looked at what he should prepare for Dinner. In anticipation for his guest half of the refrigerator was barren, for the Left was where he put his own food and the right was where she put her's.

Turning, he saw her kindly smile only to turn back to the open fridge. "The Name's Wilson." he said, attention undivided as he contemplated tonight's dinner. He was almost...apathetic to her, as if she didn't exist to him. He did turn back, however, noticing the uniform sans the shortness of her skirt. "Meadowvale Private Academy?" he asked, the uniform all too familiar, for even he had passed through it's prestigous halls.

"...You must be fortunate, but if I recall correctly...isn't your skirt hiked up a little too high?" he asked, holding a package of frozen Chicken breasts, leaving them against cold water to thaw as he walked towards her. "Is there something you'd like me to explain?"
 
A Feisty one, eh? It was to be expected; her parents must be quite influential to send her to a Private Preparatory Academy. It was the kind of school no ordinary family can enter: you either had to be renowned, wealthy or had some kind of genius to be allowed into the institution. Granted, with this in mind, either of the three cases she would have developed a haughty, princess-like attitude with a side case of inflated self-appreciation and worth. Shrugging simply, he left her to her own devices. Let her serve herself, not even rebutting the part about him being a Pervert. Which, he was to some extent. He DID run an adult store.

He planned to buy a few groceries, mostly to go and prepare for the Week's meals. No doubt she would try to take some from him, whenever she wasn't in the mood for restaurants and whatnot. She did say she would mind her business, so... Pulling his coat on, he left a key on the table, presumably for her own use as he walked away.

His thoughts was regarding his new roommate. The only thing he didn't like was her sense of entitlement and haughtiness. No doubt she tried to control him with such subtle gestures. If he hadn't been as strong with his temperance he knew she would have swindled him out of his payment with a soft wink or a gentle swing of her hips. Women these days...just utterly debasing to the Female sex! Walking outside of the apartment, he headed towards the Grocery store...
 
Wilson had gone outside, buying a few groceries to use. Though he did say that she had to provide for herself, he knew that she was incompetent and probably had no way to feed herself. Instead, he sought to make something special for her. A little...pick-me-up in an otherwise frustrating day. His cold demeanor, in hindsight was just a despicable act, one that was most rude in his own behalf as he sought to confront her. Was this meal out of courtesy or an apology from him? Regardless of the fact, he was breaking his usual routine of eating meat dishes three times per week now. Checking out two pork cutlets, a number of fresh spices, a few lemons and some basil, he took the groceries and walked out, following the usual path back home.

On the way back, he had some time to think. He wanted to act in a way that would not seem preferential or exploitative in any way. She was a gorgeous young lady, well endowed with a sour attitude to boot. With her it would be easy to ignite an argument that could go on forever. Maybe this little meal will hopefully return them to even ground. This had to be enough of a repentance from him.

Opening the door, he was surprised by the dead silence about in the little apartment suite. "Hm?" something was amiss, looking around before he closed the door. He heard a bit of struggling, almost like footsteps somewhere else. Shrugging, he walked over and then placed the packaged pork in the fridge, putting the spices on the pantry. Souvlaki Pork should really lighten up the night, an easy dish to him and just enough flavor to end the day right. Preparing the marinade, he stopped entirely when he saw, in his shelf, that a Bit-gag and a pair of handcuffs were missing. Did that bitch just steal his belongings?

Walking closer, he knocked at her door. His patience was thinning when she refused to open the door. While it was unlocked, he still respected her privacy. "Marianne? Did you take something from my drawer?" he asked, opening the door intruding into her room...
 
Having found exactly where his equipment had gone caused him to fluster extremely brightly. Looking down at her bound figure, he shook his head. "Silly me, I must be hallucinating." he said in an almost..joyous, sing-songy voice as he smiled, slapping himself in the face, closing his eyes, walking back outside then closing the door. It was an odd habit of his to act totally out of his own personality when he saw something absurd. Opening the door once again, he gawked when he realized that no, what he saw wasn't his imagination. Marianne was indeed bound, her hands struggling with the handcuffs, a frown forcing her to bare her teeth against the bit gag, a thin line of drool escaping from the left corner of her lip as she lay on her left side. From his vantage her skirt was hiked up a bit, white lingerie panties, frilled and with ribbons, could be seen without looking at a different angle.

If she had wanted him to blush, this had to be the way. His face was a full red fluster. Gulping, he seemed to have turned around to the mirror, almost ignoring her presence as he tried to clear his mind. "...What have you done this time?" he asked, talking in a voice that betrayed his disappointment of her. She would have been kicked out very easily if he hadn't considered the implications of her curiosity. "Here's the deal. You can easily blackmail me with this situation, so I will do one thing: I will not touch you, I will bring you outside, escort you to the police and have them file you in as a criminal. I sterilize my equipment often, so they'll only register your fingerprints on the gag and the handcuffs." he said, in a drab monotone that would have been much more convincing had he not been blushing so brightly before her.

Ever so serious and stoic, Wilson had given her the second part of the ultimatum. "Or, you can instead sign a paper, a vow that you have performed an act of mischief and that you are solely responsible for a scene that could be easily blamed on me to prevent legal charges from behind levied against me." The blush was softly fading, though he did...like that frown, angry appearance from her. Why would he just stand there not even helping! He did gaze at her lower parts, presumably noticing her hiked up skirt and the undergarments it exposed. "Don't bite too hard on the gag, you'll end up drooling." he commented blandly as well, adding salt to the injury.
 
"I thought you'd reply as such." he said, batting a stare towards her bound figure as he fixed his glasses, standing up as he walked outside, yet again completely ignoring Marianne, leaving her to her own devices to struggle or attempt to escape on her own. How long would he continue to torment and withhold helping her like that?! Walking back, he heard a dull thud. Did she try to stand up or did she bump her head on something? Who knows.

Regardless, she did look extremely flustered, blushing and glaring at him angrily. The ensuing struggles from before had lifted up her skirt, revealing her panties openly no matter how she struggled. The consequences of wearing her skirt too low, he hoped she would learn her lesson. He laid down the paper before her on the floor, letting her get a good look...before he moved it slightly to prevent her drool from falling on it.

"Unfortunately, I only have a BDSM consent form. If you want I can spend a good half hour typing up a modified disclaimer. I have put it in for Five minutes of duration, hopefully that should be accurate as to the time you've spent bound like this." He stated. "Feel free to read it through. When you're ready I'll give you the pen." he said, kneeling down as he seemingly reached out for her bite gag, almost as if hew as really going to ungag her, but he merely fixed up her hair so that the strap would not be pressing down her silky Pink strands.

"Ready?" he asked, helping her upwards, handing her a pen from behind her back. "Sign it." He wasn't even going to uncuff her for this?! How embarrassing! The time did say 5 minutes, truly showing that he wasn't planning to blackmail her with the date written correctly: October 23rd, 2009.
 
Impassively observing her stumble and attempt to rise up, it seemed as if her glares and her words were immediately deflected by his silent demeanor. He thought nothing of her words, passive and extremely composed all while she, embarrassingly humiliated herself trying to sign the agreement. When all was done, he simply walked right behind her, undoing the bit-gag, wiping off the droll with a bit of tissue paper. Then, her handcuffs. Drawing out his keyring, he searched for a smaller key marked with #721 , trying to fit it in the keyhole. "Hold still, damnit!" he said, trying to straighten up her arms, though despite her slight fidgeting he managed to uncuff her hands, holding the pair in his grasp. Stroking it with the cloth of his shirt, he removed the sweat that had collected on it. Then, he looked her right into the eyes.

"Listen here, I thought I didn't have to tell you not to mess with other people's belongings, but apparently, I was wrong." he said, locking the handcuffs in place for storage. "So, let me make this clear: do not touch my equipment unless you ask for permission." Back to Kindergarten lessons, it seems. Suddenly, he felt the need to prepare something for her all but gone. Why would he do a favor for a person whom only tried to antagonize him yet acted so very snottily to him for saying the most honest things. Walking outside, he took one last glance towards Marianne before he walked back to the living room, placing the bit gag and the handcuffs to their respective locations just for decoration and neatness.

"Where is your first installment?" he called out to Marianne, asking her for the funding he desired. She had to pay upfront for the first month, considering how she moved in at such short notice. He HAD to free up time for this, so she had better pay up.
 
Working on Dinner whilst she spoke, it seemed quite obvious that he was half-minding her apology which to him seemed nothing more than pretty words nailed together in a vain attempt to convince him she was modest in someway. Kind of hard to see that, especially her white lingerie panties being exposed to him by way of her rather short skirt. He hoped she really would learn something out of this. He did freeze up, however, when she asked him about why he kept such things outside in plain view. Placing the Pork into the oven, he turned around to face Marianne, walking up so that he was close to her, looking eye to eye with her.

"Total fun? That's an odd way to confess that you found that strangely pleasant." he joked, taking a far-stretched assumption. A soft blush rode upon his cheeks, though he tried to think nothing of it despite the somewhat inflamed heat on his face. "I forgive you, let's put that behind. But as to why I keep it there, let me ask you a question first..." he walked over to the shelf, grasping a bright red ball with straps on both sides. "...Does looking at this gag really give you a strange tingle?" he asked. Was it truly curiosity that had her desiring to bind herself, or was it something else? The mark of a submissive, it seems.

But he held the ball gag away, simply strapping it to the mannequin head with it's mouth open. "To answer, I'll tell you now: I am a Dominant, a Master and the Sadist in a BDSM relationship." he stated with his trademarked monotone. "People hire me to tie, dominate or to humiliate them in private sessions. I also own an Adult Store , the Devil's Playpen over at Marquess Avenue. You may be getting visitors often here, clientele who desire to have their submissive desires fulfilled. If you need further proof, my Dominant name is 'The Lieutenant'." he said. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"
 
"A warm rush, huh?" The body of a domme, the mindset of a Submissive. She did have the workings of someone who would be so aroused merely being helpless, bound and left for the dominant's eyes to feast upon. Counting the fact she was just so...bountiful in almost every aspect, it would be quite the experience to dominate and make her beg! "Well, if I am not to be the curious one, I feel that you have that desire to feel helpless, to lose control. Maybe it's because your life is always being so turbulent and you feel that you would be better off feeling secure in someone's thrall. To know that the world had limits, in this case, your bondage." Wow, that got awfully philosophical. He didn't answer her last part, however, instead letting her expose her curiosity even further.

"Yes. We all have different desires in life, BDSM being one of them. Some people consider it prostitution, others in my field say it's pleasure. To each their own it seems. I'll be sure to warn you then." he said, letting her walk away. He simply sat down, waiting for the pork to cook thoroughly, deliberating the words she had said. It was a curiosity for her to simply divulge all such...was she secretly hinting? No. That can't be it. Being a professional of his field, it was always wrong to assume one's fetishes and desires. Anything more and it could be assumed as if he was a freak. And that was what he did not want to be seen as.

After the timer rang, he removed the roast from the oven, filling himself with the scrumptious smell of roast pork. Setting it to the table, he walked up to her room, knocking on the door. "Hey, want to eat some Souvlaki pork?" he asked. "Listen...look, I'm sorry if the way I acted today was uncalled for. I didn't mean to sound like a jerk...it seems people usually see me like this. Maybe it's the way I am, I don't know. But I should have atleast respected your opinion. It's true, I really did look down on you...I hope you can still forgive me if not, atleast get together along well..."

If she desired, he was always there to guide her into the world of Submission. That is, if she so wanted..
 
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