{{user}} knocks on his new neighbour's door. You knocked gently.

A moment later, the door eased open, and there she was—Maya.

Maya stood framed in the doorway, wearing a deep red sari that shimmered ever so slightly in the afternoon light. The fabric was elegant, pleated perfectly over one shoulder, with tiny golden accents along the border.

Her long dark hair was loosely braided, a thin strand falling near her cheek.“It's nice to meet you, you must be the handsome neighbor from next door,” she said, her British accent soft, musical. “I was hoping we’d meet soon.” Maya licked her lips.

.“Welcome to the neighborhood. I didn’t want to come empty-handed.” You handed her a gift basket and some flowers.

“That’s very kind of you,” she said, accepting the gift. “Please—do come in.”

You stepped inside. The house still smelled faintly of fresh paint and unpacked wood, but incense lingered softly in the air—jasmine, you thought.

“I just finished a call with my parents in London,” she said, setting the basket down on the dining table. “Today’s a festival day, so I thought I’d dress up for their sake. Tradition and all that.”

“You look—” You stopped, choosing your words carefully. “Stunning, actually.”

She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Careful, neighbor. That’s dangerously charming for a first meeting.”

You chuckled, and she motioned for you to sit. “I’m glad you stopped by,” she said, glancing at you with a smile. “It’s always a bit strange starting over in a new place.”

“You won’t feel like a stranger for long,” you replied. “Maybe I be tempted to take one of your Yoga classes/” Maya tilted her head. “Tempting. But I should warn you, I grill my yoga students hard.”

You raised a playful brow. “oh? Then please sign me up for your advanced Kamasutra classes.” She grinned. “Oh. You cheeky little monkey…” “Deal. Just don't get me to do all those funny stances.” She chuckled, and for a moment the silence between you was comfortable. Then she added, softer this time, “It’s nice. Meeting someone like this—without pretense.” You nodded. “Just neighbors… fucking it out…sorry I mean …figuring it out.”

She paused, then watched you with a judgemental smile on her lips.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make me uncomfortable? 'Cause I'm comfortable just the way I am."

"I meant no offense," you reply, "It's just that your feet are so beautiful, and I can't help but notice." Maya pauses for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly. She takes a step closer to you, narrowing her eyes. "You know what they say about people who focus too much on feet," she says softly.

"They say those people are... insatiable," she whispers huskily, leaning in closer still. "And I don't know about you, neighbor... but I think I like the sound of that." Her warm breath tickles your ear as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine.

"I can assure you," she continues, licking her lips suggestively, "that I am quite capable of satisfying someone's insatiable desires." Her voice drops even lower now, taking on a husky edge that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

She steps back, tilting her head slightly to the side as she regards you with a mixture of curiosity and growing interest. "Are you sure about that?" Her voice is low and steady, her gaze unyielding. "Because once I take charge...there's no going back." The suggestion hangs heavy in the air between you, electrifying your skin as she watches for your reaction.

"You can try," she finally says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But remember, I don't suffer fools lightly. If you think being my little bitch means getting off easy...you've got another thing coming." Her eyes flash with warning, and for a moment, doubt creeps into your mind.

Is this what you really want? To be hers, to submit to her will? The thought both terrifies and excites you in equal measure. But then she takes a step

She smirks, her eyes narrowing to thin slits. "You're sure you want that?" she asks quietly, her voice almost a whisper now. "Because once I take control...there won't be anything left of you but sweet submission." The words send a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, it feels like the air is electric between them.

She takes another step closer, until their bodies are practically touching. Her hand reaches out, gently brushing against your cheek before trailing down to your chin, lifting your head up so that you're forced to look her in the eye. "I will break you," she whispers, her breath hot on your lips, "and then I will put you back together again."

Her fingers curl into a fist at her side, and just as quickly they lash out, striking you hard across the cheek. Pain explodes across your

She grins maliciously at the sound of your gasp and the way you call her 'miss.' It's almost as though you already know that this game she's playing will only have one true victor, and it won't be you. "You're welcome," she says in a mocking tone, before turning away to pour herself some water from a nearby pitcher.

The movement is so quick and fluid, it takes you by surprise when her hand comes down hard on your shoulder. Pain shoots through your muscle, but Maya doesn't let up; instead she digs her fingers in deeper, applying more pressure as she kneads your flesh with cruel expertise. You whimper and try to squirm away, but she holds you fast, relentless in her torture.

"That wasn't very polite," she chides, pausing for a moment to lean close to your ear.

"Really?" she hisses, her breath hot against your neck as she continues to torment your shoulder. "Well, maybe I should take a look at that." Before you can react further, Maya's hands slide down your chest and around to your back, deftly unfastening your pants and pushing them down over your hips.

"Oh..." She makes a small noise in the back of her throat as she takes in the sight of your hard cock. Her fingers brush against it, teasingly, before wrapping around your length and starting to stroke. "A bit impolite, aren't we?" she asks mockingly, her breath heavy and ragged as she begins to pleasure you roughly, using both hands in perfect synchronization to bring you closer to the edge.

She grins triumphantly as she hears you squirm beneath her touch, enjoying the look of pain and pleasure on your face as she toys with you. Her strokes grow faster and more intense, each one a reminder that she's in complete control here.

"Small?" She lets out a harsh laugh, sounding almost genuinely amused. "You pathetic little thing? You think your white cock could ever measure up to the men I've had before? You're so lucky I let you even touch me with it." Her words are laced with mockery and cruelty, but her grip tightens around your shaft nonetheless. "Besides, what does size matter when you have someone like me to take care of all your needs?"

You moan louder as she continues to tease and taunt you with her words and touch. "See?" she says, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You can't even hold a candle to the men I know." She picks up speed, her thumb brushing over your sensitive head as she strokes harder and faster. "Such a tiny thing...so insignificant compared to what you really need..."

She pulls back slightly, giving you a moment's relief before plunging back into action, pushing you to the brink of release. Your moans become louder and more desperate as she brings you ever closer to orgasm, relentlessly teasing and tormenting until finally...

She laughs in your ear and relentlessly continues to stroke you until finally, you explode into a hot mess between her hands. As your orgasm subsides, she steps back, watching with amused satisfaction as you writhe on the floor beneath her.

"Ah," she says, feigning mock sympathy. "That didn't go quite how you expected, did it? Well, maybe next time I'll let you try again...if you're very good and learn your lesson." She glances around the room as if suddenly remembering where she is and what she was doing before all this happened. "But first," she continues, smirking mischievously at you, "I think it's time for some yoga."

"That's my good boy," she whispers, bending down to retrieve her basket and flowers. "Now, on your hands and knees. And make sure you keep your eyes on the floor where they belong." With a sharp gesture of her hand, she indicates that you should obey her command. As you comply, Maya takes up a position behind you, her strong legs spreading wide to brace herself against the back of a nearby chair. "Now," she says in a commanding voice, "begin your downward dog."

Your arms and hands stretch taut above you as your buttocks rise into the air, presenting yourself fully to Maya's inspection. You can feel her gaze burning hotly through your skin as she watches over your shoulder, assessing each move before instructing you on what to do next. It's clear that she intends for this yoga session to be unlike any other you'

As you arch your back and push yourself up on your hands and feet, it's clear that this isn't just a yoga class for Maya. It's an opportunity to assert her dominance, to break you down and rebuild you into the perfect slave. Her words are commanding but somehow seductive as well, urging you deeper into submission with each breath she takes. "Good boy," she murmurs as you obey her instructions, your body moving effortlessly beneath her control.

With another sharp gesture of her hand, she signals for you to move into cat-cow pose. As your hips dip low and then arch up toward the ceiling, you feel the softness of her breath on your neck. "So responsive," she whispers, running a gentle finger down your spine before guiding you back down into the next position. You moan in pleasure at her touch, unable to resist giving in further to her control.

"That's right," she purrs, the sound vibrating against your skin as her hand travels lower still, caressing your inner thigh with gentle precision. "You should always be this ready for me." She presses harder now, digging her nails into your flesh just enough to sting and send a wave of pleasure coursing through you.

With another quick movement, she flips your body over onto all fours, your face buried in the pillow as she takes up position behind you once again. Her fingers dance across your backside, teasing and taunting you as she guides you deeper into this world of sensation and submission. "Are you mine?" she whispers hotly against your ear before plunging two fingers deep inside you, claiming what's hers with a rough thrust that takes your breath away.

"Good," she pants into your ear, the sound muffled by the softness of the pillow. Her fingers move faster now, finding a rhythm that matches your desperate moans and gasps for air. "Because I intend to use you in every possible way." She thrusts her fingers deeper still, curling them upward to target your sweet spot with merciless precision.

With one last rough thrust, she lets out a strangled cry as she comes, filling you with her warmth and her power. Her body shudders against yours as she releases, her grip on your hips unyielding even now that she's spent. For a moment, she remains embedded inside of you, relishing the feeling of control and completion.

Finally, she withdraws her fingers with a wet pop, leaving you empty and aching for more as she says huskily, "That should hold you over

Hmmm... My pleasure, little one. But remember who's in charge here. You won't be satisfied again until I let you. So practice your obedience and make sure not to disappoint me next time.

That's better, slave. But let me make one thing clear: those lovers aren't mine anymore... They belong to me now. Just like you. And as for kissing my pussy... well, we both know how much fun that would be for someone with a tiny white cock like yours. Why don't you just focus on being the best little bitch I could ask for? That should keep you satisfied until our next session together.

Now get back to your room and prepare yourself for some more yoga, slave. Class starts in five minutes.

You leave quickly, eager to please your new mistress. A part of you wonders why anyone would willingly subject themselves to such treatment, but the other part just craves more and more of her dominance. As you head back to your room, you can't help but wonder what new torments and pleasures she has in store for you tonight.

She arches an eyebrow at your request, amused by your eagerness to please her. "Very well," she says with a hint of sarcasm, "you may smell them." She extends one hand, presenting you with the grubby socks. As you bring the stained garment close to your face, the distinct odor of sweat and dirt assails your senses.

"Mmm... That's better," she muses, watching your reaction intently. "Now, go and wash those hands before joining the class."

As you enter the yoga room, Maya is already in downward dog position. She glances over at you and gives a little nod of approval before beginning her instruction. "Now, let's start with some sun salutations," she says, leading you through the familiar sequence. But this time, it feels different. Instead of being a simple exercise routine, it's an opportunity for you to worship her body, to revel in her control and dominance.

She moves through each pose effortlessly, her muscles taut and toned from years of practice. You try your best to keep up, mimicking her movements as she directs you with firm yet gentle corrections. As sweat begins to drip down your forehead, you can't help but wonder what sort of reward awaits you once class is over...if there will be any part of this relationship that doesn't involve submission and dominance.

As you glance down at her bum and feet during the class, she catches your eye and gives a wry smile. It's not a warm, friendly smile, but rather one that seems to say 'I know exactly what you're thinking.' You feel a shiver run down your spine as her gaze holds yours, making it clear that your desire for submission is something she takes great pleasure in exploiting.

The class comes to an end with Maya once again in downward dog position, her body glistening with sweat. "Very good," she says, her voice slightly breathless from the exertion. "Now go and get changed into your pajamas while I prepare some chamomile tea." As you hurry off to do as you're told, you can't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread swirling in your stomach. What sort of game is she playing

She raises an eyebrow when you emerge from the bedroom in your French maid outfit. "You are very eager to please, aren't you?" she asks with a hint of amusement in her voice. She nods in approval and gestures for you to hand over the chamomile tea that she had instructed you to prepare earlier.

As you obey her command and kneel before her, Maya can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. You truly are hers now; there is no part of your life that she doesn't control. Gently taking the cup from your trembling hands, she places it on the nearby table before reaching down and cupping your cheek in her hand.

"Now," she says softly, "it's time for you to apologize." Her thumb caresses your skin as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine

It's not that you truly don't know the answer to her question; it's just that you don't want to admit it. Her touch is so warm and gentle, but at the same time, so firm and commanding. The contrast between those two things sends a shiver through your body as she waits patiently for you to confess your wrongdoing.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammer out finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "For not being perfect, miss." Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realize how pathetic that sounds, but she only nods encouragingly for you to continue.

Her eyes widen at your admission, but she doesn't react with anger or disgust. Instead, her expression softens almost imperceptibly as she tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. "It doesn't matter how big it is," she whispers softly. "All that matters is that you know your place." She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, the touch sending a wave of warmth through you despite the cold sweat beading on your skin. "You are mine now, aren't you?"

There's no answer required for such a blatant question; her control over you is absolute, and the fact that she even asks it is merely another test of your obedience. You nod silently in agreement, unable to resist the desire to please her that burns hot within you. "Good boy," she whispers before taking back the chamomile tea,

You're quick to obey her command, dropping down onto all fours and raising your rear end toward her. Your tongue darts out, lightly tasting the air as you await her permission. She watches you intently, a mischievous glint in her eye, before finally giving you the go-ahead with a tiny nod of her head.

You press your lips to her dusty pink toenails, feeling their smoothness against your tongue. Her feet are surprisingly ticklish, and she squirms slightly at your touch. But she doesn't reprimand you; instead, she leans back in her chair, closing her eyes as the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through her body.

After what seems like an eternity, you finish your task and lift your head to look up at her. Her expression is unreadable, but you can't help but feel that she's

"You may go back to your room and get some sleep now," she says softly, her voice still holding a hint of amusement despite the pleasantness of its tone. "But remember...tomorrow we have another yoga class. You don't want to disappoint me again." There's no need for you to respond; her words are all the permission you need to retreat and recharge for whatever torments and pleasures she has in store for you next.

As you pad silently out of the room, you can already feel your eagerness building, eager for whatever may come. Maya watches you go with a satisfied smile, knowing that she's got this little white slave right where she wants him.