A Chance Encounter

By Ergo

Copyright Ergo Perve 2011

Published by The Perve

The first short story in the Master of the House series

All events depicted in this work of literature are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is coincidental. The text owes its existence to my corrupt and twisted imagination.

What I liked most about Samantha, and it was evident from the moment we first met, was that she was a little bit off kilter, a little off centre. She was someone who was at the very perimeter of what those at the core would consider 'normal'. I also like her name which reminds me of seventies sitcoms, where the women were subservient and the men ruled the roost. Oh, and I also like that she thinks that love means being tied up, sodomised, and then used as a footstool. I really like that about her. Then again, who wouldn't?

Her sex drive and appetite for pain are amazing- she can never get enough of either. Even if her ass is black and blue, and the ropes have left burn marks on her wrists, she'd beg me to beat her tits. She got 'Property of Master Marv' tattooed under her left breast, which I thought was a little over the top, but made me happy anyway. She's even okay with me seeing other women because she believes I'm too good for her and should keep looking for a more worthy slave. In short, she's the perfect woman.

We met in the most unusual of circumstances one cool, clear, winter's morning. I was walking to the convenience store to buy some cigarettes because my thoughtless girlfriend had taken mine to work with her. Mornings are not my favorite time of the day, and when taken in conjunction with my unfed cigarette addiction, it would not be inaccurate to say that I was feeling more than a little annoyed. Actually, 'murderous' would be a more appropriate description of my mood.

Samantha ran out of a laneway and into my side. I'm a rather large fellow and she rebounded as if she'd hit a wall. She landed, hard, on her backside on the pavement.

'I'm so sorry,' she said.

'So you should be,' I said, spying a packet of cigarettes peeking out of the bag on her shoulder. 'Is that a packet of cigarettes I see in your bag there? If you were to give me one, I might forgive you.'

'You can have the lot,' she said. 'It's about time I gave up.'

'Just one will do,' I said.

She made to get up.

'You can stay there for the moment.'

She looked up at me from the ground and offered a cigarette, which I took and lit. A few puffs were enough to bring me down from murderous to just plain peeved. I looked at her through the grey, life stealing smoke that wafted up from between my lips.

'You've got nice big tits,' I said, taking another drag of my cigarette. She blushed.

'I'm going to go and buy some of my own smokes now,' I said. 'If you want to come to my house and suck my dick, just wait for me here.' Without another look I continued on my way.