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.
"Hey Sally, nice to Met you. I'm Manuel. How are you?" Manuel answers.
"I'm just peachy thank you sweetie! I can already tell you'll be perfect for me! You look like such a nice young man with that innocent face and small...well, everything!" She giggles a bit at the end of her sentence, hoping to make Manuel blush.
She looks over your shoulder and notices some boxes are still left in your car, "would you like me to help you out?" She asks, batting her eyelashes as she looks down to avoid eye contact with you...playfully of course.
"Well i could need a Hand. And as i See, you have to of them." He answers and laughs. He Hands her a moving Box with The Label Livingroom
"Oh thank you!" She takes the box from you and carries it over to your living room, setting it down gently next to a couch. "I'm sure we'll be having lots of nice chats from now on, don't be shy about coming over when you feel like it." She says with a sly grin, already imagining the things she could do to you once she has you alone and all to herself.
They have a little Chat on The Couch. He offers her a Coffee or a Drink. He seems to be tough Guy. Tattoos Covers His trained Body.
"Well aren't you sweet! A coffee would be lovely, thank you," she says as she plops down on the couch next to you. She leans in close and asks with a sultry whisper, "So, have you had much experience with...older women?" Her tongue darts out playfully and brushes against her bottom lip.
Of course the last thing she really wants is for Manuel to know what she's truly after; that he would reject her advances if he did. No, it was far better to keep him in the dark as long as possible...let him think they were just friendly neighbors enjoying a cup of coffee together while they waited for his real punishment.
" my ex wife was a Bit older then me. Around 35. Since i am 28 you could say i have experience with older Woman." He answers as He Hand her The Coffee.
"Ah, I see..." she replies nonchalantly as she takes the cup of coffee from you. "Well, I must say...I am quite flattered! You know, there is just something about older women that knows how to take care of a man." She winks playfully at him before taking a sip of her coffee and setting it down on an end table.
She slowly undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing a black lace bra underneath as she does so. "So, Manuel...how about you? Do you have any secret desires or fantasies?" Her voice lowers even further as she asks this question with a sly grin spreading across her face.
" Sure. Dont WE all have them? For me, i Love Woman in leather dressed, Nylon stockings or Pantyhose and Heels or overknee Boots. What about you?" He answers.
"Ohhhh, that sounds interesting," she coos softly as if the thought turns her on just hearing it. "Well, you know...I do have a bit of a secret fetish for younger guys like yourself. I've always been fascinated by how adorable and innocent they are...and so small too." She laughs playfully at this last part, but she can tell that Manuel is starting to feel uncomfortable with her teasing about his size. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with being smaller of course! In fact," she continues as she leans in close once again and whispers into his ear, "I think it would be so much fun to experiment with you and find out just how big you can make me feel..."
Her hand reaches up to brush against his thigh under the pretense of adjusting her skirt, but really it's just another way for her to test the waters, see how he reacts.
"So...how about this?" She asks with a mischievous glint in her eye as she slowly begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing more and more of your chest. "Why don't we have some fun today? I could use someone nice and strong like you to help me around the house...and if you're a good boy, maybe I'll reward you later." She winks as her hand continues to move downward, brushing against your stomach and lower.
She watches with bated breath as his pupils dilate at her touch, feeling the power she has over him course through her veins. This is it...the moment she's been waiting for. Now all she needs to do is convince him to give in to her every desire and craving.
He answers:" Well If you want to Experiment with me, you better get dressed Up as i want"
She tilts her head slightly to the side and looks at you with narrowed eyes, intrigued by your suggestion. "Hmm...I think I can manage that for you." She stands up from the couch and saunters over to a nearby closet, opening it wide so you have a clear view of her stockings-clad legs as she steps out of them.
"Now be a good boy and wait patiently while Mommy changes," she teases before disappearing behind the closet doors. You can hear her rummaging through things for a moment before she emerges once more, this time wearing nothing but a black lace bra, matching thong, and an old pair of black nylons held up with garter belts and stockings. Her high heels click against the wood floor as she makes her way back over to you, sitting down on the couch again.
"Now then...where were we?" she asks with a wicked grin, leaning in close so their faces are almost touching. "Oh yes! I believe you were about to suggest something naughty for me to do..."
He collars her. He Pulls on The leash and Guide her head to His shoes. He says :" yes i want you to Clean my Boots with youre tongue"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your demand, but she doesn't resist as you pull her head towards your feet and force her chin upwards. "Is...is that really what you want?" she asks meekly, trying not to sound too excited by the prospect. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips nervously, leaving a shiny trail across them.
She looks up at you with those big innocent eyes, waiting for your answer. This is it...she's about to find out just how far you're willing to go.
He answers:" No, i want you to resist a little Bit. So i can break you. I want you to Go Into a Mistress Mindset, so i can dominate a Mistress."
Her eyes widen further at your request, but she nods slowly in understanding. "Alright...Manuel." Her voice comes out slightly deeper than before as she takes on the role you've given her, "I am Mistress Sally now...and I want you to know that I will make sure you are properly trained and broken into submission for me..."
With a wicked grin, she leans forward and presses her tongue against one of your boots before licking it up and down the leather. "Mmhmm," she hums around the boot as she works her tongue across it, "this is going to be so much fun..."
He says:" Not very dominant to Clean my Boots with youre worthless tongue" He mocks her.
Her cheeks flush at your insult as she continues to clean your boot with quicker, more forceful movements. "Oh? And what would you like me to do instead?" She pauses for a moment, letting her tongue rest against the leather before adding with a sly smile, "Maybe I should use my mouth in another way?" Her voice drops into a lower register as she speaks, becoming more and more confident in her role.
She presses her face closer to the boot, breathing heavily onto it as she continues to tease you with what's to come. "What do you think? Should I suck your cock or swallow your cum instead of pleasing you this way?" She looks up at you through her lashes, biting her lower lip in anticipation of your response.
" i want you to video call youre female bff and Show her what pathetic Whore you are" He says
Her cheeks burn with shame as she's forced to accept the truth of your words. "Alright," she whispers, biting back a moan at your demand. She pulls out her phone and quickly unlocks it before dialing a contact labeled 'Sarah'. The line begins to ring and after a moment, Mistress Sally's friend picks up.
"Hey Sarah!" she chirps cheerfully into the phone, doing her best to sound normal despite the fact that she's currently on her knees in front of you. "Oh nothing much, just hanging out with Manuel...yeah, you know how it is," she lies, not wanting her friend to suspect anything amiss. "So what are you up to tonight?"
She listens for a moment as Sarah chats about some mundane activities, all the while trying not to look at your boot or think too much about what else she could be doing with her mouth right now. Her eyes dart back and forth between the phone and you, worry gnawing at her insides.
While Sally listens to sarahs talking, Manuel writes The Word TOY on Sallys face, where Here mouth is The O.
"...Well okay, Sarah," she replies, still not sounding entirely convincing as she continues to listen. "Uh-huh...yeah, that sounds fun..." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to focus on the conversation while simultaneously obeying Manuel's orders.
Her free hand begins to nervously fiddle with her bra strap, pulling at the delicate lace before sliding underneath and gently tweaking her hardened nipple through the fabric. It's clear she wants relief from both the physical discomfort of being on her knees and the emotional turmoil caused by knowing what's really going on between them.
Sally Turns on The camera so Sarah can See how Sally Looks right now. Sally kneels, a collar around her neck, No bra, a leather thong, black Nylon stockings and Heels.
Her eyes dart towards the phone as she turns on the video call function, holding it up so Sarah can see her face clearly. There's a mixture of shock, horror, and amusement that flit across her features when she sees herself with your handwritten word 'TOY' on her mouth. "Oh my god," she gasps out, trying to cover the insult with laughter.
"You want me to ask Sarah if she wants to talk to you?" she asks cautiously, glancing back at you from the corner of her eye. She really hopes Manuel doesn't force her to do anything too inappropriate with her friend on the line; it would ruin everything if they found out about their little game.
He Talks to Sarah and Films Sally. He asks Sarah:" so Sarah what shall i do to this little slut?"
"Oh my gosh," Sara exclaims, "I can't believe you're doing this!" She looks back and forth between the video call and Manuel, her cheeks flushing with arousal. "She does look awfully pathetic like that...but still, don't be too rough on her!"
Sally bites her lip, looking mortified by Sarah's words but also slightly turned on by them. She knows they were only meant as friendly advice, but in this situation they seem to have a darker undertone that sends shivers down her spine. "Thanks, Sarah..." she whispers weakly, still unable to look Manuel in the eye.
Manuel commands Sally to spread her legs and give Sarah a full view of her holes.
"No...please..." she whimpers out, feeling herself blush even deeper as she spreads her legs obediently for Sarah to see. Her thong is visible between her legs, the lace riding low on her smooth mound and hinting at what lies beneath. "Please don't make me do this..."
She watches in horror as Sarah begins to eagerly comment on her exposed body parts, encouraging Manuel to push her further into humiliation and submission. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and arousal as she realizes just how much control Manuel truly has over both her body and mind.
Sarah says to Manuel:" i think Sally could need a nice Task of Submission. How about you command her to humilate herself" Manuel agrees
Her eyes widen in fear as she hears Sarah's words, but also with a strange sense of excitement. She doesn't want to lose control; she doesn't want to end up truly humiliated...but at the same time, there's something deep inside her that craves it.
With shaking hands, she reaches up and tugs nervously at her bra strap, pulling it loose so her pert nipple pops free from its confines. "Oh god," she moans softly as she watches it harden in the cool air of the room, her body betraying her attempts to resist.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, shallow and desperate for air, as she waits for Manuel's next command...knowing full well that whatever he says, she'll have no choice but to obey.