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A fetish nights been planned for ages, weeks of scanning yellow pages, had shown up little kinky wise, a place where he could go disguised.
Then weeks of looking on the net, he found a club that looked quite fet.
‘Before you come beyond our door, please make an effort….fet and more.
Latex, leathers welcome here, just wear some strange and sexy gear.
All application made online, so get your ticket whilst there’s time.’
Dicks looked around to find his wife, was busy reading Gardner’s life.
Her pocket book was by her side, her purse protruding from its side.
Her podgy fingers flicked each page, seeing where to spend his wage.
A good idea then came to mind, but first his mobile Dick must find.
Once found he dialed the landline phone and listened for it in his home.
The phone rang out, another room. His wife would have to answer soon.
But Mildred only looked at Dick and said ‘the phone ? you dumb assed twit’
So Dick jumped up but faked a stumble, Mildred moaned and made a grumble.
Moving like a lump of lard, Dick could now sneak out the card.
‘Hello’ he heard IS THAT YOU JOICE?’ so Dick put on his lady voice. ‘Hello he said, its aunty Glad, Im phoning cos Im very sad. ‘Aunt Glad? That doesn’t sound like you?’‘my dear that’s cos I’ve got the flu and something’s happened to my pussy, she will not eat and gone all fussy.
All the while Dicks still online, but knows he’s running out of time.
‘Can you come round tomorrow night and stay with me till morning light?’
‘I want to see where pussy goes but with arthritis in my toes, I think Ill find that rather hard’….Dick now has finished with the card.
She came back in, a face of thunder, old dick he fast began to wonder,
Had he been caught, what did she know, his nervousness began to grow.
‘Its aunty Glad, she wants me over, tomorrow night to deal with Clover.
The plan was working, he had the ticket and Mildred now was second wicket.
And though the problem was fictitious, wifey wouldn’t be suspicious. At 93 this small adventure, was part and parcel of Glads dementia.
Hidden deep inside Dicks closet was a box with a deposit of an outfit that he’d planned to one day wear to Disneyland.
A full length coat in faux black leather, a chain and leash so he could tether. Some matrix shades, some old rock boots, some black hair die to do his routes.
And deep inside, right at the bottom, was something that he’d long forgotten.
A pair of knickers pink and frilly, on Mildred they had just looked silly. In marker pen he’d scrawled his name ‘OWNED BY MASTER FIREFLAME’ they seemed to be all stuck together and so he stuffed them in his leather, faux black coat with zip up pocket… that is where he’d hid the locket. This locket he had paid good money, for his online sub called Bunny. An online sub that he had collared, an online sub who’d quietly followed, dick home from work one winters day Just hoping perhaps Dick was gay but seeing Dick he’d crept away knowing they had both been
dishonest.
So on the night, old Dicks all ready. He tried to hold the mirror steady and look to see for any grey or signs of elderly decay, were showing though his great disguise but darker shades mean fuzzy eyes. The hair dye hadn’t done as said and looked like boot polish instead. The shiny scalp he’d tried to hide was still a good 2 inches wide. Boots were nipping, coat was tight, the panty bulge did not look right. But Dick admired his foggy view, he’d pull a sub tonight he knew…perhaps a few.
He caught the bus to Clapham tube, and cursed that he’d forgotten lube. A chemist shop could not be found, so he bought butter for a pound.
From Clapham onto central line a taxi to the club in time, to get to be the first in line before the opening doors at nine.
Exited by the cracking whips and sexy whimpers on subs lips, Dick then reached out to touch the skin of some young fresh and female thing, but just as quick as he had lay, his grubby fingers on the pray, a whip came down and hit his hand and then another one did land, upon his ass with sweet precision, head first he made a quick collision, a-top the leather spanking bench that held a hefty tv wench.
His face was pointing to the floor, a tall blonde wench of 24, proceeded with a full blown whack, across his leather cladded back.
You’ve been a naughty boy she said, ‘you touched my sub and now your dead’
But Im a Dom, old Dick protested and I refuse to be molested, I beg you now to let me go, or all my strength Ill have to show.
Then from the corner of his eye, Dick saw a sight that made him cry. A dreadful sight in pvc was now all dirty Dick could see. She leaned across and took the butter and listening hard he heard her mutter ‘Ill need my largest strap-on gear, if I’m to make this grown man fear, another lie about aunt Glad and never to again be bad.
‘MILDRED’!!!
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