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</div><br/><i>Inga, Inga, Inga. You are such a perfect catch.</i>My thoughts turned to her almost every free moment. Was I in love? I wasn't sure. In lust, definitely! But love is an over used word. Did I want to be with her? Yes! Did I enjoy her company? Definitely. And not just the sex. But Love? Maybe.<br/><br/>Being a sadist, something I'd discovered at school, meant that I could be a dentist or a physical fitness trainer. I chose the latter because it's a more subtle way of torturing people. My last client of the day this Friday was a chubby teenager, daughter of some business mogul, who wanted to be a model. The fact that plus size models are in high demand this year didn't interest her. She wanted to be a size zero. Short and dumpy, not my type at all, none the less I  got a kick out of making her sweat and quiver.<br/><br/>"Right,  miss Hartland, five minutes on the treadmill and that's you done. Take a hot shower to keep your heart rate up and cool it down gradually,  yes?"<br/><br/>The girl groaned but climbed onto the expensive machine. I set it to alternate between a fast walk and a gentle stroll, 30 seconds each for five minutes,  and watched as she wobbled off down an imaginary  footpath. When I started with her a month ago she was getting out of breath walking between her kitchen and her bedroom. She would never be a supermodel unless she drastically changed her eating habits, but in my opinion that was an even less healthy lifestyle.<br/><br/>I packed up my stuff, put my pack over one shoulder and headed for my truck. I always check to make sure they shower properly at first but now I  just wanted to get home to my sweetie.<br/><br/>I stopped at my secret mailbox  - well, sort of secret,  I told Inga that I had it but not where it was, and picked up the package I'd ordered. It was part of our arrangement, that  Inga had new treats delivered to home, but I had them delivered to my mailbox.  That way we could surprise each other.<br/><br/>I snuck into the house and into the bedroom,  then paused just inside the door. I suppressed a low growl at the sight that greeted me.<i>So beautiful! So vulnerable! So precious.</i><br/><br/>I smiled happily as i noticed a remote control on the bedside table that definitely didn't belong to the tv in the room. I had already opened my package and removed the contents. Now I plugged the device into a wall socket  and turned it on. I moved close, my purchase in one hand and the remote - that I didn't know what it did but I could guess - in the the other.<br/><br/>I blew gently on the small of Inga's back. I loved the way she would bind herself, waiting for me blindfolded, she still had no idea whether I was there. Some days I would sit and watch her as she hung on the cross or the A frame, or sat astride the horse, the only three larger items we had in the bedroom. Today though I was horny.<br/><br/>My device that resembled a plastic two pronged fork, like a child's  Halloween toy, and had a dial and a button besides the power switch. I turned the dial about half way, pressed the button and as I pressed the on button on the mystery remote I touched the glass prongs between Inga's legs, sending an electric current across her pussy lips.