On the last day of Christmas, Obedient Lorelei posted: my sort of place to live.
Here are my older captions involving landlords.
After the year is up, the landlord will be so pleased with the effects of master gel that he’ll start getting all his female tenants denied.
She’ll probably start off with the ruined orgasms until they become just too frustrating and she changes over to annual climaxes. Hopefully she’s learned her lesson and won’t accept any more of her landlord’s deals.
The way it’s supposed to work is that in the first year, the girls can cum as much as they like, but have to go a month orgasm free when they leave. In the first half of the second year, they only get two orgasms a week and are denied for three months if they leave.
In the second half of the year, it’s reduced to one climax per fortnight and six months’ denial if they move out. Year three is one cum per month or a year without, followed by three months/two years. Girls only get a total of two orgasms in year four and five years’ denial if they leave, after which both their denial and the penalty for moving out double each time they cum.
Initially, it seems an easy way to get a cheap place to stay, but the consequences of giving up the room are always too severe for the tenants to quit, so eventually they end up going years without pleasure.
Or the landlord can bypass all this by “accidentally” setting up the TTcB wrongly.
She might worry about her parents more if they decide that she needs to be locked in a TTcB to stop her shagging the landlord.
I’m not sure he knew the perks of having a denied flatmate.
If she’d just smiled like a good girl and asked him if he’d like to fuck her arse or throat when she caught him ogling her, instead of calling him a pervert, then perhaps this whole situation could have been avoided. Then again, maybe not.
Twelve posts in twelve days have been my gift to readers who have followed me to blogspot. Hopefully you liked them better than this girl liked hers.
Normal service will be resumed next week.