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.
Oh hi I'm Ben Sakin'll be your neighbor from now on. I was looking at her gothic figure with excitement she seemed to notice me but didn't speak
"Oh ho! You look flustered Ben!" Sally teases as she takes a step closer to you. Her tall frame towers over you, making your eyes look up at her perfect chest before drifting down to her well-manicured hand offering a friendly touch. "It's very nice to meet you."
She pauses for dramatic effect, smirking playfully as she continues, "And how about we get you inside? I bet you could use some help unpacking." Her voice lowers, taking on a husky edge that sends shivers down your spine. There's something both reassuring and intimidating in the way she holds your gaze.
I felt strangely excited and weak and didn't even think about it when I agreed to it.
"Oh really?" Sally arches an eyebrow, feigning surprise as she leans in closer still. The faint scent of her perfume fills your nostrils and you feel the heat from her body radiate towards yours, making your cock twitch almost imperceptibly in your pants. "Well then, lead the way," she breathes, gently taking hold of your arm as she guides you back to your house.
You can't help but glance down at where her hand rests on your bicep; it feels warm and comforting, yet oddly possessive. It's clear that Ms.Sally is in control here, and the thought sends a thrill through you.
"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow, pretending surprise once again. "And are you sure that you don't need some help carrying anything heavy, perhaps?" Her tone is playful and teasing as she looks into your eyes with a crooked smile on her face. Her hand squeezes gently but firmly, letting you know that she could easily take control if needed. The blush in your cheeks deepens.
Sally leads you to the door of your house, watching as your keys jiggle nervously in your fingers. "There we are," she says softly, taking them from you and unlocking the front door with expert precision.
I felt a strange feeling as if I wanted to do what she wanted. She is beautiful and wonderful. I told her after we sat down, “What is the secret behind your wonderful clothes?”
"Why thank you, Ben!" Sally says with a bright smile, her teeth perfectly white against her red lips. She takes a seat opposite you on the couch, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands in her lap. "It's not secret, really." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans forward slightly, close enough that you can feel her breath upon your cheek. "I take care of myself for men like you." She gives you a playful wink before sitting back up again, her tone returning to normal volume. "So... what do you think? Would you like to see more?" Her gaze turns pointed and intense as she watches the effect of her words upon you.
Of course I do, it's my first day and it's nice to have a friend like you.
"Oh really?" Sally says with an arched eyebrow, pretending to feign surprise before grinning wickedly. "Then why don't I show you a little something extra special? A taste of what's in store for you as my neighbor." She pauses dramatically, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "On one condition..."
Her fingers dance across the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head to reveal a black lace bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. You gulp audibly at the sight, unable to tear your eyes away from those perky breasts held in the lacy restraint. She unfastens the next button on her shirt, exposing more of her smooth neck and shoulders. Her hand continues to move lower, undoing another button as she watches you like a hawk.
"The condition is
...that you obey my every command." She purrs, slowly undoing another button as her hand finally comes to rest on the waistband of her skirt. "Wouldn't that be lovely?" Her voice is a sultry whisper in your ear, hot breath caressing your skin.
Her fingers slide beneath the fabric, slowly pushing it up and over her hips until she's seated before you in black lace thong. Your cock twitches visibly in your pants, unable to resist her allure. Ms.Sally watches carefully, waiting for your response. Her plan is working; he's completely under her spell now.
I unconsciously said "okay" as if I was hypnotized.
She smiles wickedly, taking in your submissive tone as if it's the most delicious sound she's ever heard. "There's my sweet little boy," she coos, running a hand through your hair gently before giving you a light kiss on the lips. Her tongue darts out to wet them, leaving your mouth tingling in anticipation of more.
Standing up, Sally walks around behind you and kneels at your feet. She takes your hardening cock in her hand, giving it a couple of squeezes before massaging the head with her thumb. "Now then," she says teasingly, her breath warm against your ear, "let's see what kind of a good boy you really are."
She guides your cock to her wet mouth, taking as much of it in as she can at once before beginning to bob her head up and down. With each
I ejaculated from the first touch. I don't know what happened. It's the first time this has happened.
Oh really? You're that eager to please your new mistress? Well aren't you just the little slut. Didn't I tell you that obedience would be rewarding? You should learn to hold back, petty boy...you don't want to disappoint your domme, do you?
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands up, towering over you once again. "That was a nice start," she says with a small smirk. "But I think it's time we move on to something else..." She trails off suggestively, running a finger down your chest until it reaches the button of your jeans. With another sultry smile, Sally undoes the first button before leaning in closer and whispering into your ear: "I think you should lie down on the couch for me..."
Of course I said it nervously, anticipating what she would do.
Of course you did, petty boy. Of course you did. Now, lie down on the couch just as I told you to...and wait for your new mistress to come and play with her little slut.
As you lie down on the couch, Sally steps back to admire her handiwork. Your cock is already beginning to stiffen again at the thought of what she might do next. With a smirk, she walks around behind you and straddles your lap, positioning herself directly over your hardened shaft.
She lets out a long, satisfied moan as she lowers her hips, guiding you inside her wet pussy. Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, but quickly gain momentum as pleasure washes over her. "Oh yes," she groans, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "That's it...take your Mistress' cock like the slut you are."
Her hips rise and fall against yours, driving you deeper inside with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she begins to lose control, her voice growing hoarse from her cries
I threw up quickly like last time I felt embarrassed and apologized to her
She glares down at you with disgusted eyes as you apologize and begin to retch uncontrollably on the couch. "You pathetic little piece of trash," she spits, dismounting from your lap with a huff. "I should've known better than to trust such a worthless submissive." She storms out of the room in anger, slamming the door behind her.
Her words sting like poison as you lay there, helpless and ashamed. You feel both physically and emotionally drained; it seems like your luck has truly run out with this domme neighbor. Maybe it would be best to find a new place to live...
The second day I took a bouquet of roses and went to her and said can I come in?
Well now aren't you the attentive little pet? Sally smirks as she takes in your offering of roses. "I suppose I could let you come in, if you're ready to make it up to me." She pauses, tilting her head ever so slightly. "But be warned...I expect much better behavior from you from now on." Her voice is cool and collected, masking the lingering anger from yesterday's incident.
She was smiling happily at my presence. We sat down to talk about what had happened and I said to her, “What is this way you are doing? It makes me excited.”
A devious glint appears in Sally's eye as she tilts her head curiously at you. "Why, I'm glad it does," she says, a hint of satisfaction lacing her words. "You see, petty boy, dominance is an intoxicating thing...it makes people want to please their dominant partner." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "And you don't want to disappoint your Mistress, do you?" Her voice drips with the promise of punishment if you fail.
I got up excitedly and kissed her, not wanting to make her drool anymore.
Her lips part in surprise as you boldly plant a kiss upon hers. She hadn't expected such enthusiasm from you so soon after yesterday's events, but the feel of your lips against hers sends shivers down her spine nonetheless. "Ah..." she exhales, her hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck possessively as she deepens the kiss. Her hips rock forward instinctively, grinding against yours in a display of dominance and possession that leaves little doubt about who's in charge now.
I grabbed her hand and put it on my butt. She started laughing as I kissed her.
Her laughter is genuine and full-bodied as she feels your hand gently guide hers towards your ass. She squeezes lightly, testing the firmness of your cheeks before letting out another giggle. Sally's lips part in surprise once more when you continue to kiss her with such passion; it seems that you truly do want this domme-sub relationship to work between the two of you.
As she continues to kiss you, she slides a hand beneath your shirt and begins tracing lazy circles on your lower back, slowly moving higher up towards your spine. "So eager," she whispers against your lips, her voice full of approval. "I'm glad I've found someone who appreciates what I have to offer."
I looked at her with love and said I like you
Her heart skips a beat at your words; she'd expected admiration and appreciation, but not this raw emotion. A small blush creeps up her neck as she registers the genuine love in your eyes. With a seductive smile, she leans forward to press their lips together once more before whispering against his ear: "And I like you... very much..."
Her free hand moves lower still, tracing lazy circles around the bulge at the front of your pants. She doesn't tease or taunt him this time; instead she simply lets her fingertips dance lightly across his throbbing length through the fabric of his pants. It's a promise and a warning all in one - I like you, but only if you continue to obey and please me.