Miss Inspector.mp3

I am due an inspection of my house, and I am expecting a visit from the property inspector.

I know how this usually goes.

You test smoke alarms.

Carbon monoxide alarms.

Take pictures of various rooms.

And ask if there are any issues that need dealing with, such as repairs.

I show you around the house to the different rooms that you want to see, and note a couple of things that need dealing with.

Living room.

Kitchen.

Upstairs.

Bathroom.

Back Room.

You ask if it's OK to go into my bedroom.

Of course it's fine.

I have nothing to hide.

You ask me about why there's rips in the wallpaper.

I said I have fed this back, but it doesn't get dealt with.

There's a little bit of tension and a back and forth, but I leave into the hallway.

You ask me to come back.

To see another rip in the wallpaper.

Once again.

I have fed these issues back to you, along with others that don't get dealt with, time and time again, and I'm ignored.

I don't know if it's because you're new to this property company.

But.

I can tell you what's wrong.

But if you don't deal with it, it's not my responsibility.

You think I'm condescending?

You think I'm talking down to you because you're a woman?

Don't be ridiculous.

Then.

You pin me up against the wall.

You put your breasts in my mouth, and tell me to suck them.

What the hell?

What are you, some kind of weirdo?

You tell me to tell you that I'm a slut.

That I belong to you.

That I'm your bitch.

That I'm a good boy.

I'm not saying this crap.

You are increasingly forceful.

I eventually give in.

What else can I do?

I am trapped in your grip.

But...

Oh, Miss Inspector.

Miss Inspector

Miss Inspector.

Miss Inspector.

You don't understand...

You don't realise who you're dealing with, do you?

You've had your fun.

Now it's my turn.

Take a picture of me fucking you.