Give Me My Money Bitch

So here I was thinking I was the only if not the last person in America who didn’t receive my stimulus check.

 

Since I live in America and have to work my ass off to do the little things like eat, I didn’t have time to sit in my Uncle’s house. Until recently, and by recent I mean on my day free from the plantation. This of course took away from the one day I have to do all the things, submissive men think femdommes do. It cut into my doing laundry, food shopping, and cleaning my apartment. Oh, and is it just me or do the submissive guys never write about the fantasy about cleaning my freaking apartment, or doing my laundry and food shopping. Guess it’s not sexy? But then living a real D/s life is not all about what’s sexy.

 

Anyway back to my Uncle. So I remember there’s an IRS office on 1-2-5 and drag my ass there for the 8:30am opening of the office since I didn’t want to be sitting there all day. Walking along the building to the entrance I thought I was going to the drug spot due to the darken windows. Walking to the metal detectors the security guard who was on the phone told me to place my items in the basket, all the while not breaking his conversation with some girl about what I have no clue. Did I mention it was 8:30 in the morning? I walked in and great day in Harlem I was the only on there. As I walked to the front desk to pick a number, a woman standing near the desk was talking with someone in the office which I couldn’t see in. I took a seat as she glanced at me she, like the guard never broke her conversation with the mysterious person in the office. Her conversation was all about how she was so happy about the election and how she, you know had to hook her man up. And to my shock told in great detail how she did it. It’s now almost 9am and I’ve heard two conversations that I had/have no interest in especially at this time of the morning. The woman to my surprise finally got done with “sharing” and came over to help me. Not batting an eye about what she had just said and the whole room heard.

She asked a few questions while slurping the liquid in her cup and I took the seat again to wait. Now its 915am, she pulls out some reading material a Zane book, why am I not surprised? At 9:30 my number is called and I walk to the window. A young lady who was not slurping her tea, said good morning, asked for identification and asked me to verify my address. All of which I did, she said my address was wrong and corrected it, then asked why I was there? Not receiving my stimulus check, even she did a double take, “well I guess it’s because we have the wrong address?”

 

So, at 8:45am, I was assured the mistake was corrected and I would have to wait 4 to 6 weeks for my Uncle to pay up.

Stepping out of the storefront with the darken windows I thought of walking out of Hellfire, but having much more fun.

 

Until next time Perverts