Fanfic Previews: Delia Paths to Aventure 4-6

  As a tune of slow clicking and clacking of high heels echoed into a dark secret room, a shadowy tall figure arrived at the bottom of the stairs. Stopping in her tracks, the rubber coated dominatrix flipped the light switch on to bring the buzzing light tubes to life, lighting up the secret room. Delia gazed at the room, full with her collection of sex toys lined up and acquired over the years, either hung on the walls like a mechanic's tools or on display like trophies.    
   “Hmm, guess a Spinark or two might of found their way in here.” the rubber mother wrapped up a cobweb with you figure. She did come down to clean the room as much as she could, but with keeping it a secret from Ash and Mimey as well as her own daily chores, her favourite room did sometimes get neglected and forgotten at times. “Perhaps I'll spend the day tomorrow cleaning this place up if my client doesnt ware me out.”  
  Still walking slowly to re-educate her feet to the joys of high heels, Delia started to get nostalgic about her secret little room, remembering how when she and Mr Ketchum first brought the house and finding the hidden door that lead to a secret basement below the house, one that the previous owners failed to mention and may not have even known about. Oh how she begged and pleaded like a little schoolgirl to turn it into a bondage dungeon to her newly wed husband. He of course was more concerned with making it a workshop for crafting Pokeballs, a man that just like his son, had Pokemon on the brain but with enough persuading, he finally gave in, maxing out the credit card will all kinds of sex toys and outfits to get Delia's collection started. So many memories of so many roleplays and sexual acts acted out down here, it was the best time of her sex life.    
  Then came the day Mr Ketchum left to go on a Pokemon journey. They talked about it over dinner, how her husband had long put off a Pokemon Journey since the age of ten when children normally go off into the big world. While Delia had been supportive of his dream, she did not tag along with him, citing that she had friends and family in Pallet Town she did not want to say goodbye too. It was not uncommon for some adults to venture out on a Pokemon Journey, often leaving their partners at home to await their return much like a mother being their for their child to come home from their journey. After all, Delia's friends like Johanna and Grace were both wives who had loved ones go on Pokemon journeys, this was no different. And with trainer money being deposited into their shared bank account, Delia had no problem making a living.    
  Of course, with him leaving on a journey the night before the big day was often an excuse for a last night of “action” as it were with with how active their sex life was together, it was no wonder that days after her husband left on his journey, Delia discovered she was pregnant. The old stereotype for wives given their husbands send off sex before they go on a Pokemon journey. It happened to Johanna, it happened to Grace, and it happened to Delia, thank to her getting a little carried away.    
  As the years past by and her son Ash grew up, Delia heard less and less from her husband. Phone calls and letters became as rare as a shiny Pokemon. It almost became as if he never existed. She never told him about Ash till after he was born, not wanting to come to make him come home and give up on his journey (Even if it did take him three days to get to Viridian City. That alone put her off telling him about her bun in the oven, feeling so sorry for him.). Was the trainer battle money still coming in? Yes. Was her husband doing okay? No idea. Despite all this, she still believed in him and kept her vow to be here whenever he returned, no matter what.    
  Of course, with her husband being away and about a year after Ash had been born,   Delia had sexual cravings. She began to miss the fun and games she got up to with him in their little secret dungeon. She soon figured out an idea that would fill her hunger, a Dominatrix for Hire business.