Fanfic Previews: Delia Paths to Adventure 6-4

 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 have found their way in here.” the rubber mother wrapped up a cobweb with a finger. 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 doesn't 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 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 giving 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, thanks to her getting a little carried away.

As the years past by and her son Ash grew up, Delia herd 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 there 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. After dusting off her collection, the mother set up her sex business, creating a persona separate to her sweet kind mother one. Her best friend Prof. Oak kindly offered to babysit Ash often, the promise of spending time at his lab and the fields of Pokemon made Ash never question what his mother got up to on her “night off's”, though that was probably the cause of the boy's desire to be a Pokemon Trainer in the first place.

Oh the memories of her first few years' business. As she looked at the many dildos and vibrators lines up on display like an action figure collection, Delia recalled past clients. That Nurse Joy that wanted to role play being captured in her own Pokemon Centre at closing time and was tied naked to an offer chair while a vibrator buzzed between her legs, her friend Johanna, part of a very small group of friends that knew her secret, wanting to be spanked like a naughty girl over her lap, and again when Johanna gave her business card to Zoey, her daughter's lover and doing exactly the same thing to Dawn on her eighteenth birthday while Zoey watched with great joy. Or that one time an Officer Jenny pulled her over as she headed home via her “Ketchum Bike” and it turned out she got out of a speeding ticket when Jenny wanted to roleplay as a criminal in an orange prison suit in her own jail cell having a very interment cavity search and punishment from “Warden Delia”, her arms hanging upwards with rope and her legs spread wide open with a bar locked onto her ankles, the Police Officer got a freebie she'd never forget. While she got no payment, the experience as well as the police hat she got to take home was rewarding enough.

And then for a while, business just stopped dead. Delia had no idea why, was her image just getting too old for her regulars? Was the economy to blame? It really created a lot of self-doubt for the out of work dominatrix. Delia got on with her other life, that of a mother waiting for her boy to return. It almost became like her sex life had become non-existent at that point, until today. As Delia stood in front of her collection of toys, she spend awhile deciding what she needed for her “utility belt” for this occasion.

“This could take a while...” Delia pondered.

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Another Fanfic Preview at last....kinda.

This is more or less done, just awaiting the commissioner's feedback and any chances he might want. ;)