recently, i have discovered the benefits of knowing a real estate agent are many. case in point: this past weekend i was shown a million dollar property just introduced to the market. now, this house had many fine features-- an open floor plan, security/intercom system, vista mountain views, and a large plot of private land to name a few-- but it is what has been left inside by its previous owners that became the real interest to me.
in walking through the main level of the house, i was in awe of just how much stuff the prior owners had yet to divvy-up in the divorce. there were things stacked everywhere. various art-- mainly nudes-- graced the walls, antique furniture and stacks of old books were strewn about. upon further investigation, i noticed a couple of the stacks of movies contained a few porns and some of the book shelves-- well, they contained erotica. "oooohh," i remember thinking, "what an embarrassing oversight."
next was the basement-- 3700 square feet so full of clutter that there was only a few narrow pathways in which to walk. exploring, i first i peeked in the tool closet at the bottom of the steps-- amongst other standard tool closet items hung some whips and restraints. "huh" following the path around the basement,i tripped over boxes of records and crystal. next, i came upon a basket full of flavored dental dams and colored condoms. above it hung a watercolor of a dude getting a blowjob.
and then. the motherload: a very full and very shadowy corner of various bondage equipment. i let out an audible "ooooooohh". there was a swing, a couple of tables with appropriately placed holes, multiple cages, "workhorses", and even a gynecological table complete with stirrups. there were things i can still only speculate as to their use.
let me just end with this: that house was something.
in walking through the main level of the house, i was in awe of just how much stuff the prior owners had yet to divvy-up in the divorce. there were things stacked everywhere. various art-- mainly nudes-- graced the walls, antique furniture and stacks of old books were strewn about. upon further investigation, i noticed a couple of the stacks of movies contained a few porns and some of the book shelves-- well, they contained erotica. "oooohh," i remember thinking, "what an embarrassing oversight."
next was the basement-- 3700 square feet so full of clutter that there was only a few narrow pathways in which to walk. exploring, i first i peeked in the tool closet at the bottom of the steps-- amongst other standard tool closet items hung some whips and restraints. "huh" following the path around the basement,i tripped over boxes of records and crystal. next, i came upon a basket full of flavored dental dams and colored condoms. above it hung a watercolor of a dude getting a blowjob.
and then. the motherload: a very full and very shadowy corner of various bondage equipment. i let out an audible "ooooooohh". there was a swing, a couple of tables with appropriately placed holes, multiple cages, "workhorses", and even a gynecological table complete with stirrups. there were things i can still only speculate as to their use.
let me just end with this: that house was something.
