Interview with the Stainton WI

Imminent career changes on the horizon. Que serra serra!

Domestic bliss rules ok.

Thursday evening. Cleaning, take out and "Watch with Mother." Arriving home from work each Thursday Jekyll dons his shorts and Primark T before following up the weekly dusting by hoovering the whole house under the watchful eye of mummy. Should one speck of dirt be missed then it's straight to his room, which Dr Jekyll rather likes for then we all know what he gets up to! Once the evenings grind is done its fish and chips for supper before Jekyll showers away the grime. Not being truly domesticated and rather objecting to the humiliation of this work he hums away quietly to himself while pissing into mummy's shower cap and ejaculating into his T before cleaning round the bath with it. This gives him enormous pleasure before finally settling down to watch TV with a bottle of white wine. There's no dirt like ...

Curing the gout!....

Gout. That painful 'king of diseases' which causes inflammation and swelling in one, or more, of the joints. Jekyll suffered from it badly, particularly in his big toes. His regular Friday night binges with alchohol along with his regular consumption throughout the week were taking their toll. He could often be seen stooping as he loped around the campus on his frequent daily walkabouts. These were his regular trips to relieve the boredom by stalking those females who had caught his attention and inflamed his erotomania. He had never had a relationship with any of the individuals he followed, and they were not aware of his attentions, he simply enjoyed the fantasies that his delusions created and the feeling of being loved. Indeed he found himself frequently shifting his libidinal attention to new objects of desire in his excessive persuits and the intense relationships these 'affairs' created in his mind.

Fetish visions

Dominance and submission were part of Jekyll's fetish visions reserved for special occasions, whereas fellatio was his most habitual requirement - "It's better to find alternatives to PVC when you can!" was his most frequently used mantra.
Being tied and exploited had always been his ultimate fantasy but the reality was different and had far reaching consequences. Pain hurt!

Sunday, Sunday ....

Sundays were Jekyll's 'least free' days devoting them as he did in complete subservience to the whims and wishes of his mother. Each Sunday was remarkably the same. Early morning pages of the Sunday newspaper lay strewn across his bedclothes and Jekyll practiced the 'hand jive' whilst conceiving extravagant fantasies over the weekly pin-up. Once up and dressed the usual visit to the local supermarket beckoned. Pushing the trolley Jekyll left the selection of fayre to his mother while his eyes wandered over the local talent. Each week the same delectable dishes were placed in the basket and the same prices were rung up at the till. Then followed the drive home before Sunday Lunch at their favourite carvery. Here they could both eat as much as they liked for a nominal price. And they did. The afternoons were then devoted to something enjoyable or useful. Bright sunny days would see a drive to enjoy some of the local scenery or sample the delights of the nearby market towns. Sometimes, like today, it would be a trip to the garden centre. This week the reasons for the visit were slightly different. A fit of anger and rage had seen Jekyll hacking the three piece suite to pieces and a new one would not be arriving for several weeks. Meanwhile a couple of garden deck chairs would have to suffice. Once home Jekyll would find himself relaxing in front of the TV, watching repeats of his favourite detective series, cans of beer at his feet, whilst his mother snored in her own chair beside him.