Mistress Alice's Sub Michael Sucks My Cock

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Becoming the Guarantor of the Lease on Mistress Alice's New Apartment

For a hard-core financial submissive, one of the most erotic combinations of five words in the English language is: "What's your social security number?"

That was the full extent of Mistress Alice's text.

But I knew what it was about.  Mistress Alice and her friend and roommate, Tiamat, were hoping to move into a beautiful new loft in Bushwick.

However, as always in New York City these days, the rent was high and proving their financial ability to pay was challenging for the two young women, especially in light of Mistress Alice's unconventional income stream.

So, Mistress Alice had asked me to be her guarantor on the lease (or did I volunteer?).  And eventually it was determined that I should be the guarantor for both her and Tiamat  -- a woman who is beautiful and seems lively, charming, funny and kinky, but whom I have met only once in my life.

Of course, I agreed and, with hours of Mistress Alice's text, had completed signed and notarized a guarantor form making me fully liable for their $2,675 monthly rent.  The short contract had a number of provisions that made my cock stiffen in its chastity cage:

I guarantee the full performance of the Lease by the Tenant.  This guarantee is absolute and without any condition.

 I do not have to be informed of any default by the Tenant.  I waive notice of nonpayment or other default.

If the Tenant defaults, the Landlord may require me to perform without first demanding that the Tenant perform. 

               

 In short, anytime Mistress Alice and Tiamat simply decide to stop paying rent, their landlord can come directly to me for payment.

While I expect that they will be able to pay the rent and anticipate they will do so, the reality is anything could happen -- one of them could lose their job, or move out or go back to school and leave me responsible.

The fear is compounded by the fact that just last month I agreed to be the guarantor on another $2,300 a month apartment leased by my best friend Natasha, who just moved in with her fiancé.

So, I could potentially be responsible for paying $5,000 a month in rent payments to house beautiful women who I will never sleep with or even see naked.  Well, actually, when I put it that way . . . it sounds kind of wonderful, doesn't it?

Walking the Streets of Brooklyn in Only a Trench Coat and Lingerie

Mistress Alice instructed me to walk to my local coffee shop in Brooklyn on a Sunday morning wearing only lingerie -- a shiny pink camisole and pink lacy panties -- underneath a long London Fog trench coat.

The coffee shop was about four blocks away and I was excited and nervous as I walked down the busy sidewalks of my highly gentrified, family friendly neighborhood.

I was absolutely sure that everyone immediately could see there was something odd about the bare legs beneath my coat and my lack of shirt above and peg me as some as some sort of pervert -- perhaps a flasher, if not a cross-dresser.

But I walked there without incident.  I entered the coffee shop and ordered a coffee as I had been instructed.  To my chagrin, a male barista was on duty, instead of the usual woman who works there, and he gave me only a brief second glance as he served me.

Mistress Alice was sitting and waiting in the coffee shop with a friend.  After I left, they followed me, and a block later, I stepped into an alley where I opened my coat and showed my sissy pink cami to Mistress Alice and her friend and she recorded a video.  She laughed her wonderful laugh as a family approached and I had to scramble to cover myself.

Just another fun day of service to Mistress Alice.