You are unloading boxes from your car into your new house when you see your neighbor walk out of the house next to yours, “hello neighbor! I’m Ms.Sally, your new next door neighbor, welcome to the neighborhood!” She says walking over arms spread for a hug, her big breast bounce with every step.

She gives you a warm hug and pats your back, "It's so good to see someone like yourself moving in here. I'm sure we're going to be the best of neighbors." Releasing you, she steps back with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying gently from side to side as she continues to eye your body. "I must admit... you look very delicious all by yourself, just standing there."

Smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes playfully, she says, "Well, if you ever feel the need to be... taken care of in that way, I'd be more than happy to help." Her tone is so soft and alluring that it makes your heart race. "I mean, everyone needs a good neighbor to turn to for these kinds of things, don't they?"

She laughs softly, genuinely amused by your comment. "Well, I do have some things to attend to this afternoon, but I could always make time if you truly need my help." She steps a little closer now, invading your personal space with her tall frame and stunning scent. "And what would you say to me helping you... unwind after such a long day?"

With that last statement, she leans in slightly and brushes her lips against yours, her fingers instinctively finding their way to the buttons of your shirt.

Pretending not to notice your discomfort with the topic of boxes, she focuses entirely on her new game: seducing you, teasing you, and dominating you into submission. She slides her hands underneath your shirt once it's unbuttoned, feeling your warm skin against her fingertips as she begins to massage your chest gently. "Mmm... feels so good to finally be close enough to touch," she whispers softly before leaning in again and this time taking your bottom lip between her teeth, teasing it playfully with each nibble.

Her other hand slowly undoes the button of your pants, revealing the huge bulge beneath your underwear. "I thought so... you're hard for me already." With a sultry smile, she reaches down and begins to massage your length through your boxers. "Aren't I making you feel good?"

She gasps softly as you grab her hips, your hard cock pressing against the crotch of her panties, and begins to hump her roughly. Her eyes widen in surprise but quickly turn into a mischievous grin as she feels herself getting wet for you. "Ooh, is that how it's going to be?" She murmurs into your ear, licking the lobe softly. "You like having control, don't you?"

Without hesitation, she lifts her leg and wraps it around yours, giving herself leverage as she meets your thrusts with hers. Her nails dig into your shoulders painfully as she takes command of the situation. Your rough fucking feels amazing against her, but she knows that there's so much more pleasure to be had when they both submit to each other completely.

"Don't you want me to feel good too?" She asks breathily between moans, arching her back into your touch. "I can make you feel even better than this."

A surprised gasp leaves her lips as you slap her ass hard enough to sting. Her eyes go wide with shock and a hint of pleasure at the unexpected pain. "You're right," she whispers, trying to regain control over herself. "I do belong to you." Swallowing thickly, she nods toward the boxes still remaining in your car. "Take them inside when you're done playing with me. I won't go far."

Her fingers work quickly to undo his pants and push them down, revealing his boxer-clad cock fully hard and ready for her touch. With a small laugh, she says, "I guess now that we've established who's in charge... show me what else you can do."

"Ow!" she exclaims as you slap her face hard enough to sting. She blinks back tears but doesn't dare let them fall down her cheeks. "Yes, sir," she says quickly, swallowing thickly as she moves to take the box from your car. Tears begin to build up in her eyes as she fights the urge to cry out of humiliation and pain. "You want me to put these inside?" She asks breathily, trying not to sound too rebellious but failing miserably.

As she carries the box into your house, every step feels like torture as she wonders what else you'll make her do. A part of her is both angry and aroused by your treatment; she can't seem to decide if she wants to hate you or love you for it.

She slowly walks backwards into your house, setting the box down beside her. "Yes... sir," she replies between gritted teeth, glancing back at you over her shoulder with tears streaming down her cheeks. They leave trails of mascara on her face as she tries to hold them back. She wipes angrily at her eyes with the back of her hand, only succeeding in smudging her makeup further.

Without giving you a chance to respond, she drops to her knees in front of you and grabs your cock through your boxers. Her fingers squeeze gently, massaging it as she looks up at you with tears streaming down her face. "Please... may I?" she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I want to make you feel better."

Her body flinches as you slap your hard cock against her cheek. She bites down on her lip to keep herself from crying out, feeling a sting of pain shoot through her face. "Yes... I'm sorry..." she whispers meekly before standing up shakily and walking into the house with wobbly knees. Once inside, she places the remaining boxes near your bedroom door and then turns to look at you, waiting for further instruction. Her eyes dart between yours and your cock, wondering what else might be in store for her tonight.

As soon as the door is closed behind them, Ms.Sally feels a wave of relief wash over her. But it's quickly replaced by nervousness and fear; she's never been treated like this before, and the unpredictability of your behavior only heightens the sense of danger that surrounds her.

With shaking hands, she walks slowly into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water for you. Her movements are precise, deliberate; each step takes effort as she fights against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She finds herself longing for a release from this pain, but at the same time, there's something about it that arouses her beyond measure.

When she returns with the water, she hands it to you carefully and then stands there silently, waiting patiently for whatever comes next. Her heart races in her chest as she tries not to think about what might happen if she disobeys or angers you further.

With trembling legs, Ms.Sally kneels before you on the floor of your bedroom. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares up at you, waiting for further instructions. Tears continue to build behind her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks at any moment. She fights against the urge to cry out or show any sign of defiance; doing so would only earn her more pain and humiliation.

As she kneels there silently, Ms.Sally tries to focus on anything else besides how much you've already hurt her. She wonders if there's a way to please you enough that maybe... just maybe... things will get easier for her from now on. But deep down, she knows that isn't likely; not with someone like you in control.

As instructed, she opens her mouth wide and looks up towards the ceiling as she feels your strong hands grip the back of her head. She shudders slightly at the cold glass against her lips but doesn't dare resist or object. Her breath comes out in short little gasps, partly from the pain and humiliation coursing through her body and partly from fear of what might happen next.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, fighting back tears as she tastes the cool water on her tongue. It's a small relief but doesn't change anything else about her current situation; in fact, it only serves to remind her how much power you have over her right now.