I smile as I sit behind my desk and thumb through my ledger. Despite the convenience of automated software, I’ve always loved to keep this anachronistic on-paper account of my finances. One by one, I mark down the tenants that have paid their rent. Owning and operating a modest apartment building had been the best decision of my life, it gave me financial freedom and even more importantly; a modicum of power over my tenants.

Sighing, I realized that most of my tenants were fully up to date with their payments. By all accounts that should be a positive, but I couldn’t help myself: I loved harassing the people in my building, threatening eviction and tacking on ridiculous fines for late payment. It really was a wonder what people would do, and accept, when their homes were at stake.

I reminisced fondly of the time that unit 34C had been delinquent for several months in a row. I’d thrived off the fear in her big blue eyes, relished pushing her deeper and deeper into desperation. At the second month, she’d started trading sexual favours. She’d suck me off for another week’s grace period. In the end, I was fucking her ass on the daily, each time deducting five whole dollars from her amount due. Sadly, a family member eventually bailed her out and helped her move out. I missed her, despite having long forgotten her name or anything other than her generous measurements.

Finishing the list, my heart skips a beat when I realize there’s a missing payment at the bottom. Unit 42D. Racking my brain, I can’t remember who lived there. That meant this had to be the first missed payment from this tenant. I felt my dick grow hard in anticipation, despite not even knowing who lived there. I had managed to skew my occupancy to over-represent attractive women, so my odds were pretty good, but still it could be anyone. Never mind that they might have just forgotten, or any number of mundane causes might explain the delinquency. Still, a man could dream, couldn’t he?

The next day I made my way over to the building with a spring in my step, rapping my knuckles on the door of 42D. I’d had my whole spiel prepared, brought a copy of the signed contract and even some preliminary eviction papers. Anything to put a good scare into them. My heart quickened again as I heard footsteps behind the door, I couldn’t wait to find out whom I’d be dealing with today.

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Hello my dear perverted tenants! Today I want to play the sleazy landlord from my prompt, pressuring struggling tenants and (eventually) having his way with them. The main question for you is; who is the occupant of unit 42D? Perhaps a struggling single mother, a broke student, an independent entrepreneur falling on hard times? Anything goes really, as long as you’re susceptible to coercion, possibly blackmail or plain old force. Use your creativity!

I prefer to play via DMs and prefer RPs to play out over the course of multiple days

Kinks: lopsided power dynamic, inappropriate relationships, rough, dub/non-con, humiliation, crying, slave training, imprisonment.
Limits: incest, underage, pregnancy