The next morning we left with all of my clothes. I started to think that maybe I'd rent out my house, but another part of me recognized that this whole situation might end in a week or two. I really liked Andrea but I also could see what was going on. She was like my ultimate fantasy in real life. She knew I wanted to be dominated and I knew she wanted me to pay for her rent. At the time I really felt I was using her....but as if find out soon enough, I was the one being used and owned. She might have been a poor hick, but she was a lot smarter than she let on.
We pulled into her place late morning. As you may recall from chapter 1, the main house in the front was attached to the garage shop where customers cars were worked on (mostly by Ray who owned the business). Andreas spot was a little in-law type apartment in the back.
We carried my three suitcases inside. She was only 30-45 minutes away from my house so we knew we could go back anytime for more stuff. We walked into her apartment and a wave of cigarette smell hit my nose. I had forgotten what a dump this place was. Very low class. Ashtrays every where, and it really didn't seem that clean.
It was a two bedroom apartment. Andrea had me use the guest room closets to store my clothes, since her room was full of her clothes.
By noon we had finished and we sat down to have a drink of water.
"Well, I guess you're all moved in."
"Yep! Sooooo what now?"
"Ha! I'll tell you what now. I want you to get to work cleaning this place. I need to go over to talk to Ray about work stuff. When I come back I want to see everything nice and pretty. If you do that, you might just get lucky tonight."
I could feel my dick start to swell against my cage. I said ok and got to work after she left. I mopped and cleaned the kitchen as thoroughly as I could. I then worked on the bathrooms. These took me 3 hours. I couldn't believe how dirty they were. By the time I had finished up the living room she came home.
"Wow!" She seemed genuinely happy. She inspected each room and then said she needed to take a shower.
When she came out she wore skimpy cotton shorts and a white t-shirt and no bra.
"Come to the bedroom John. I'm giving you a reward."
I walked in and she was standing there. She looked incredibly sexy.
"Get on the bed and lay down." I did and she then took my clothes off and unlocked my cage. She then started to stroke my dick with two fingers.
"Are you happy to be here?" She asked.
"Ya, I am. It's really cool that we're going to ....mmmm....live together." Her fingers felt so good.
"That's good sweetie. I'm happy too. For now, I expect you to Venmo $2000 every third Friday. I don't want to have to ask for it. This is our rent. Understand?"
"Ahhh. Yes." I couldn't help but moan. My dick was so hard.
She then stopped and got up.
"I want you to cum for me tonight. Your treat is over here." She walked over to her dirty laundry basket. All that was in it was the outfit she had worn that day before taking a shower. The clothes she had packed and unpacked in, and then worked in. "You can pick any item - but only one - and hand it to me. Pick something you know willl make you cum, little one."
I saw her dirty socks, tight spandex type shorts, and thong underwear. I couldn't decide. As I was about to reach in to choose she pushed me aside.
"Too fuckin' slow. Next time don't take so long." She reached in and grabbed her socks. "Get back on the bed, in your back."
She then laid right next to me. "Start jerking yourself." I did. She then took her dirty sock and shoved it into my face, covering my mouth and nose.
"How do these smell? You're such a perv. It's gonna make this arrangement so easy. Doesn't take much to get that cum out of your little balls. Fuckin' perv!" She then pushed the sock hard into my mouth.
I could taste dirt but also they were still slightly damp from her sweat that day. I stroked fast and hard. She pushed harder and the smell was overwhelming. Before I knew it, cum squirted out of me and all over my chest.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned.
She laughed.
"Oh my god you ARE a perv! I know you like my feet but I really didn't think my socks would do it. Good boy." She kissed me on the cheek. "Now clean up."
I cleaned up, she locked me, and we slept. Laying there post orgasm I remember thinking that I'd probably have to call it all off after about a week. I mean, this was absurd. What was I? Sort of a boyfriend? I felt more like a money slave. She wasn't even using me for sex. It was a once in a lifetime thing, so why not enjoy it? I could just leave anytime I want the fantasy to be over.
Or so I thought. The moment I started to actually get anxiety was the next morning when I looked outside and no longer saw my jeep. As I cooked breakfast - Andrea had requested coffee and scrambled eggs, which quickly became a daily chore -- I asked her about the jeep.
"Oh, I don't know." She said casually. "I think Ron is using it for something."
"Ron?? I mean...that's my car."
"No, it's not your car. It's OUR car and I told him he could use it when he needed to."
"Oh." I guess it didn't matter much. But I remember getting anxiety because that was my only form of transportation if I had decided to leave.
As we sat eating breakfast we didn't talk much. Andrea wasn't much of a talker anyway, but she was going over bills and other paper work for the mechanic business.
"I really don't want to be doing this job forever, I'll tell ya that."
"Don't like it?"
"Fuck no. Who likes to work?" She got up and put on her sandals. "I'm going over now to get the day going." The front "office" was basically the kitchen in the front house where Ron lived.
"After you clean up the kitchen, start on the laundry."
The laundry? I wasn't about to become a maid.
"What??" I asked.
"Please? Do you want a reward again?" I felt my dick in my cage.
"Well...ya."
