This story came to me recently after observing one of my fellow travellers on a train. A young woman hobbled down the corridor and sat down very slowly and carefully opposite me. I fantasised what had happened to her and this's the result.
There's some fetish content in it so if that upsets you please go elsewhere now!
All characters are over the age of 18.
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It was 6pm exactly as I pressed the door bell. I waited for a few seconds for the sound of a magnet buzzing to release the latch, but it didn't come.
"Strange," I thought to myself. The letter had been so specific about the time and my punctuality.
Suddenly the door swung inwards and I came face to face with a short middle aged women with a rather pudgy looking face and thin lips. She wore no makeup and her wiry grey hair was pulled back into a bun. She was dressed in a formal black suit with knee length skirt and double breasted jacket over a plain white blouse.
"Name?" She barked at me.
"Percival...Anna," I stuttered, "I mean Anna Percival," I tried to correct myself...
"Come in and wait over there."
The Dark tiled floor in the oak panelled lobby was dark and oppressive. I made my way over to the sole small oak bench and sat down. My mood darkened, affected by the old fashioned surroundings. A mechanical clock ticked slowly in the background somewhere, but otherwise there was barely a sound.
The secretary who'd let me in, went into one of the rooms off the lobby, so I was quite alone.
Minutes passed.
I became restless. I was determined not to lose my composure, but the whole business of not knowing why i was there, the surroundings and the fact that my partner Claire had been so insistent I attend, was preying upon me.
Another minute passed. Even though I'd stopped to go to the loo before I'd got on the tube, I was starting to feel the need to go again. I got up from the bench and made my way down the lobby, studying the small painted wooden signs that hung in the middle of each of the many doors.
None of them were toilets...
I made my way back to the bench. Just as I was about to sit down, the door closest to me burst open and a middle aged woman with a pasty complexion appeared, startling me.
"Anna Percival?"
"Yes."
"This way." The woman's manner was perfunctory to say the least, and I followed her into a room dominated by heavy mahogany furniture.
"Sit there please," she said pointing at an armless wooden chair in front of a large wooden desk.
I sat down. I was starting to feel quite edgy now. Everything that had happened so far seemed to be designed to make me feel that I'd done something wrong, and I didn't know why.
The woman, who I put from the style of her clothes and the look of her face as mid forties, sat down opposite me. She opened up a buff folder on the desk, put on a pair of heavy framed glasses and started to read.
"My niece, Claire Bishop, has written to me about you seeking my help. I understand the two of you have been sharing a flat in East Cheam for around a year and have been indulging in intimate relations for some 6 months. Is that correct?"
"Well..er...," I hesitated.
"Is it correct?" her voice went up half an octave...
"Yes," I managed to reply without further hesitation. I locked my hands together in my lap trying to appear calm, but my insides were starting to churn with anxiety.
"Good. So let's move on to why you are here..."
"Yes please..." I was nervous now...
"Don't interrupt Ms Percival. If you do it will be to your additional cost."
Additional cost? What on earth was this woman on about I wondered, but my attention was only diverted momentarily as she went on...
"My niece has outlined to me a series of grave infractions committed by you over the time of your relationship. Although some of these have been discussed many times you have shown no intention of either mending your ways or resolving matters outstanding. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"A little," i said timidly still worried about where the conversation was heading.
"Do you really want me to spell all of these issues out Miss Percival? I would have thought you would wish to save yourself the embarrassment of some of the things my niece has brought to my attention that are detailed in this folder and in the large envelope I have in one of these drawers."
My curiosity was piqued. Over the time Claire and I had been together she had been much the dominant partner. I couldn't believe that she was angry with me. I'd done everything she'd asked of me. Yes, some of those things had pushed my boundaries and even embarrassed me, but as I was in a loving relationship I believed it had been important to give way to her over certain things and I'd been a loyal and loving partner.
"Yes, I'm afraid you are going to have to spell things out for me, I don't believe I've done anything particularly wrong."
"Very well young lady, but don't tell me later i didn't warn you."
I fidgeted on my seat as she drew out a large buff envelope from one of the drawers and emptied it's contents on the desk. There appeared to be a few small polythene bags and a bundle of sheets of paper which looked like prints of photographs.
The woman picked up the first piece of paper and waved it in front of me.
"I understand you are two months in arrears with the rent, and my niece has bailed you out."
