ResidentSadist
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Resident Vehicle (I got it Sat)
So this story ends with my getting an SUV type of vehicle. I parked an Isuzu Rodeo in front of Petticoat Junction (my townhouse) yesterday. It’s no Cadillac but it is a real nice beach truck. I figure if I add a brush guard, fishing pole holders and a pair of KC Daylighters (off road lights) it will be complete.
My car search here from this little town of Daytona Beach has been rather extensive and despite the help of a handful of hookers from Holly Hills, I never found anything locally. It took talking to some of my neighbors to find out there was a car wholesaler that lives and our condominiums. I went to his house but he wasn’t a home. His daughter was home and she was quite charming (ok, she was a hotty). After a long conversation she felt comfortable giving me his telephone number at work. I called him up and told him what I wanted. He delivered a little red Rodeo to my house 3 hours later. I took it for a test drive and ten minutes later it was it a done deal. Sweet and simple, just the way everything in life really should be.
This sort of made up for the first Caddy fiasco. I had found a beautiful old silver Cadillac Fleetwood at a pawnshop. Actually that’s not true, Julie’s (my ex slave) new guy spotted it. Then Rose (the ex girlfriend) took me up to look at the car and it was great. I called the pawnshop and made an appointment to purchase it from them. But when showed up with the cash, they couldn’t produce a set of keys. Apparently one of the employees had been fond of the car and still had the keys to it in his pocket, in his home, in another city somewhere. After 30 minutes worth of phone calls I gave up on that car.
In fact, ordering a car on the telephone and having someone deliver exactly what they said they have, in exactly the condition they said it was and they delivered it to your driveway, more than makes up for the second Cadillac fiasco Friday. The truth if it is that Friday was a bad day all around. I’ve been driving a Mercedes Benz SUV for the past week while I have been car shopping. It was originally on loan until last Wednesday. Julie called and apologized for leaving the car longer than she planned. She told me that her road trip (by car) now included a side stop in Rhode Island and a tour of some friend’s hometown in the state of Maine. She explained that she probably wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. This meant no matter what happened on Friday I would have transportation to Cali’s birthday party at CJ’s that night.
Well that was not the case. To describe what happened Friday would almost be painful. I explained to C.J. on Saturday how sorry I was that I wouldn’t be attending the party and he could still hear the frustration in my voice from Friday. The fact of the matter as Friday went so poorly I’ve made some changes here at the Petticoat Junction so that shit never happens again. I lead good and simple life. I wake up with a smile because I like what the day has in store for me. I never want that to change an dI never want another frustrating Friday like this again.
Anyway, back to the second Caddy fiasco and frustrating Friday. Friday morning Julie calls me up and tells me they are in Virginia on their way back and she wants to pick up the Mercedes Saturday morning. This was a surprise but it shouldn’t have been a problem for her or for me. She has a set of keys to my house I told her I’d leave the car keys on the kitchen table because I had a birthday party to go to (Cali's). Transportation to the party shouldn't have been a problem because I was buying a car early that afternoon.
The road to Deltona where my Caddy waits for me just isn’t that long! It takes 25 minutes. However I was over 45 minutes late for my appointment thanks to a couple of beach bunnies in bikini bottoms and topless under wet tee shirts as they stood soaking in the rain with their pert 1inch nipples sticking to their shirts. Their car was not even blocking a lane of the highway. It was just parked on the side of the road. However one of the girls had more than apple DD cups, Oreo cookie sized areolas and big fat root beer barrel candy sized nipples. She was pretty fly for white girl. The traffic jam caused by people staring at her tits was insane. This tie up was starting to push me for time because I had to get to the DMV as well after buying the car and once I had the title in my hot little hand. I had even cut a deal with the guy to drive it back to my house so I could use it to meet up with tulip that day. Tulip drives a very fuel efficient car and it was all lot more it economical to carpool in her vehicle besides the fact she is an awesome good person and great company.
But let’s just jump to the second fiasco itself. Despite the heavy rain and wet nipplicous beach bunnies strewn about the highway causing delays, I eventually made it to my final destination. I had already inspected and test driven this car. It was one of three cars in the running after viewing many vehicles in the past week. There was the white GMC Suburban in Palm Harbor, the white Jeep Cherokee in St Augustine and this triple white Cadillac Sedan Deville in Deltona. Admittedly it wasn’t Fleetwood, but it was pretty nice… a real pussy wagon for a mac daddy like me. I had spent over two hundred dollars on gas in five days looking for a car. I had checked everything in the triangle from St Augustine, Deltona to Palm Harbor. So here I am in Deltona, at the Cadillac I had already inspected and approved. I have the predetermined amount of cash in my hand and what the fuck do you think happens? The dumb son of a bitch mother fucker selling this car can’t find the title!!! After a while, I gave up on this car too.
I seriously considered just running him over with the car and taking it. However, one of the reasons this is such a sweet old classic in such good shape was because it had been sitting for while and of course there were no license plates. I think the lack of plates and the fact I would have had to leave the Mercedes near a dead body is what saved his life. The next nearest car is 90 miles away and it is too late in the afternoon. Furthermore, I am supposed to meet tulip in Orlando at 7:30 so we can go to Cali’s birthday party at C. J’s in Fort Myers.
So I jump in the Benz and hit the freeway with a vengeance. I figure that I will just rent a car from Enterprise and go to the birthday party in that. I only have about 30 minutes to spare, but that’s all I really need to rent a car. The trip to Orlando is about an hour long and even if the car rental takes longer than I thought, I can make up time if I kick in the afterburners and haul ass on the highway. The one nice thing about Florida being big and flat is that doing 100+ on the highways here is real smooth. At worst I might be 15 minutes late. However, that was ot what fate had in store for me. Fate dropped a car accident on the highway that caused a traffic jam so bad I only traveled 7 miles in an hour and a half. I did not get home until after 7:00. The car rental place closed at 6pm. With Orlando over an hour away, I had managed to fail at keeping this simple appointment. This only adds to the funk and frustration of this rather fucked up Friday. After talking with tulip and apologizing, despite the intense preparations I’d made in the morning, including a manicure and shopping… I gave up on Cali’s birthday party.
I had also had really bad start to this Friday with news from puppen who had been sick since last weekend. The deal she understands is that I have no desire to date someone or spend a few weeks training someone that isn’t potential LTR material. I mean, what would I get out of it??? I live in Daytona Beach, this town is dripping with cute young girls that wanna get on daddies thrill ride. Finding one that wants to settle down and start a BDSM relationship in a leather family is another story. So puppen being the very honest and straightforward girl that she is shared her feelings with me that after being sick for a week and having her people take care of her, she realized she didn’t think she could leave Virginia. If she came it might not be fully under the conditions I had set forth as an acceptable reason to visit. Her visit is supposed to be a test drive in slavery, not a temporary thrill ride on a roller coaster or some chick seeking a one time adventure with a notorious sadist. I gave up on puppen.
So how many ex’s need to change their plans on Friday morning before they completely twist someone’s plans around and ruin the day? I will tell you that it takes more than two to twist the head off this old sadist. I went out and got a manicure. I went birthday shopping and picked up a card for Cali and a thank you card for having been lent a car for a week. I ate breakfast at a local diner and chatted it up with my friends. I flirted with a hairstylist and got her to agree to give me a tint and haircut at half price. It wasn’t even 11:am and I had it all under control baby. By dinnertime I would be cruising in my new car to Orland to meet tulip. Then we would go to a birthday party where we would meet a whole bunch of our friends from Collarme. Sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men just don't work … and it took more than 2 ex's and a fucking asshole seeling a car without a title to ruin my day. However, Friiday officially made it to the list of shit in my life that just didn't work out the way it was planned.
Things in life just aren't supposed to be this hard. How can you show up with money to buy a car . . . twice, in two different places and not be able to drive away with it? How can your ex get through the vacation in Rhode Island and the state of Maine in 48 hours and be in Virginia on Friday morning? How can you violate your own rules and let some twenty year old chick into your heart despite the fact her situation was not appealing to you in the first place? How can Friday just turn out to be such a fucked up pile of shit? I felt like life had become the proverbial question of hot dogs and hot dog buns. Was my life to become a similar nonsensical misfit? Would I wake up one day a cease wondering why hot dogs come 8 to a package when the buns come 10 to a package? Would all the inane and stupid shit in this world no longer bother me because I had finally sunk to its level?
Then on Saturday my aith was restored. I spoke to a man’s daughter who wholesales cars. Shortly after, I was talking to him. Three hours and ten minutes later I owned a presentable enough SUV. Sometimes life is simple like that. A simple comment from a neighbor leads to solving a problem in a few hours that several days and hundreds of dollars worth of gas had not been able solve. A few minutes on the phone with the sane person and my cash finally passed from my hand to someone else’s. The simple act of buying a car was now complete. All things in life are this easy... well, they have been for me. My business life and my personal life have always made sense and been simple.
Although the car was delivered on Saturday, it was too late to get plates and insurance. The car should be on the road by Monday. I am sorry I missed Cali’s birthday party and meeting everyone. By Tuesday, you can bet your ass that car is going to be full of inflatable beach toys as I drive it on Daytona Beach. For those that don’t know, you are allowed to drive your vehicles on Daytona Beach. You can even pull your car up and park it. No dragging the cooler and all your beach crap for miles over the sand. Daytona Beach is really a great deal of fun and I got big plans for the Resident Vehicle.
Lucivar's Purple Pussy Picker Upper (he got it Fri)
Sinlee’s visit with Lucivar ended Sunday and he drove her to the airport in Orlando. Then he hit Daytona Beach to visit me at Petticoat Junction. He came rolling up in this big royal purple metal flake pickup. It is one sweet ride. He shared stories about some of the adventures he had in the 21 days sinlee had been visiting. He told about taking her to Chambers which is a dugeon party at a night club/bar. Then we talked about the fact we both had beach vehicles. We made plans to do some shark fishing from shore with them.
Lucivar and I are starting a business called Kink Steel inc. He’ll handle fabrication and I will handle the business and marketing. We will be manufacturing steel dungeon gear. Things like cages, manacles and medieval replica’s of torture devices. While he and I were talking Julie and her new guy finally came by a day late to pick up the Mercedes. I had filled it up with gas and detailed it. Because it was an SUV, they used it during their recent move and it had gotten pretty filthy but, now it was in showroom shape. They were pretty happy about that and the fact I finally got a car after going 8 weeks without one. I think they were just glad they wouldn’t be lending me the Cadillac CTS or the Mercedes SRS anymore. I told them I was going to wreck so I could go back to driving a borrowed caddy.
Julie was really glad to see our old friend Lucivar. She invited us up to the new house in Ormond beach for dinner. We accepted. Her guy cooked up some awesome spaghetti… well, it wasn’t spaghetti. It was some special Italian noodle that was like spaghetti but was hollow in the middle. The sauce had a little bit of bite to it and the noodles were cooked to perfection. It tasted great. I like her new guy, him and I have become friends. Lucivar likes him too and thinks he has pretty level head.
Julie and I split up in 2000. The first guy she got with was the complete opposite of me. After four years with him she lost her mind with the boredom and stability of it all. Anyway, her new guy is a good soul… and a dominant bastard. As often happens with two Dominants, we ended heads up and chest to chest one day. Julie was pretty freaked out. She thought there was permanent damage in the relationship between him and I. This would have hurt her feelings because I am still part of her life to some degree. I’m am still her family not some ex husband. Anyway, two days later his computer broke down and he called asking for tech support. We carried on without a grudge and with no ill feelings. I like that man and I respect him … I mean, I should, he reminds me of myself. It is a bittersweet thing because I know that he is the only other man in Julie's long life that has set her on fire with the same kind of passion I did. I am glad for her but it is bittersweet. When her and I ended out 6 month reunion, I took time off from the word of relationships because I needed a rest after having had such a wonderful reunion.
August 1st is coming pretty soon now. My rest period will be over and once again I will be considering slave applications for beach bunnies that want to go have fun in the sun, live a sweet and simple life and occasionally go cruising on the sand in the Resident Vehicle.
And so ends this little story and slice of my life, my friends lives and the helpful hookers of Holly Hills. See you all on the beach!!!
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