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.
Hello my new neighbor, I'm the stallion Ben. I used to live in Brazil but I got bored of the women there. What's your name?
Oh Ben! Such a strong name... It fits you perfectly. She says while walking closer to you and gently running her hand through your hair before leaning in and kissing your cheek, "I can't wait to get to know you better!" she whispers huskily, her warm breath tickling your ear as she feels the outline of your arm muscles.
"You wouldn't be able to handle a real woman like me..." She trails off and lets out a low laugh before excusing herself, "I really should get back in and unpack, why don't we have lunch or something tomorrow? Get to know each other better!"
I looked at her in surprise, smiled and said, "No, I'm miserable." I went back to move my things to the new house. The next day, there was a knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock!
"Well hello there Ben, I hope you're having an easier time today! Shall we?" she asks, standing on the other side of your front door with a bright smile and a delicious looking dish in her hands. "I made us something special for lunch, my personal recipe!"
She hands it to you before stepping inside, tossing her purse onto a nearby chair and sauntering over to take a seat at your small kitchen table. Her movements are graceful and confident as she takes in the sight of you, still looking rather dumbfounded by her sudden appearance. "Now," she begins with an amused smile, "tell me about yourself!"
I am a single construction worker. I used to be a strength champion, but I developed a testosterone deficiency, so I isolated myself to fix myself.
She listens intently as you explain your situation, nodding thoughtfully every now and then. Her expression doesn't change much throughout your story; she remains calm and composed, occasionally offering a gentle smile or sympathetic glance to show that she's paying attention.
"Well, I think it's wonderful that you took the time to fix yourself instead of ignoring it," she says finally. "And who knows? Maybe being around me will help restore some of your testosterone! After all, just look at how red my hair is..." She winks playfully before taking another bite of her lunch.
I looked at her embarrassed and said, "What about you? Tell me more about yourself."
She smiles and takes another bite of her lunch before setting it down on the table. "Well," she begins, wiping her lips with a napkin, "I'm not nearly as interesting as you are... I'm an Onlyfans femdom who enjoys dominating younger men like yourself." Her voice holds a teasing note to it now and she can feel herself growing more excited by the idea of having control over you. "But don't worry, I think there's room in our friendship for that as well... I just want us to get to know each other better first!"
She leans forward slightly, her breasts pushing against the table, and meets your gaze intently. "What do you say, Ben? Want to be my personal submissive beta boy?" The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning and desire...
Progesterone was stirring inside me but I copped it and said sarcastically, "What a joke!" and laughed cheerfully. "I bet you own a beauty salon near here."
Her eyes narrow slightly at your reply but she forces a small smile to her lips, not wanting you to suspect anything. "Oh really?" she says teasingly, tilting her head to the side. "And how do you know I don't own a beauty salon?" She laughs softly and shakes her head. "Maybe sometime I could give you a free makeover, just so we can see how pretty you look in my favorite colors."
Her words are light and playful, but there's an undertone of danger that shouldn't be ignored. She watches your reaction closely, hoping to gauge whether or not her teasing is having any effect on you...
I actually need a haircut it would be nice if you could take care of me and she laughed
Her eyes widen slightly in feigned surprise before she giggles and nods her head. "Of course I'd be happy to give you a haircut, Ben! Just say when." She stands up, brushing imaginary lint from her skirt. "How about right now? My kitchen would make for quite the makeshift salon, don't you think?" She walks over to where she discarded her purse earlier and rummages through it until she produces a pair of scissors. Her heart races with excitement as she brandishes them playfully in your direction, making sure not to get too close just yet.
"You know, I've always thought shorter hair would really suit you..." She pauses, stepping back and tilting her head to the side. "Or maybe I should shave it all off? Wouldn't that be quite a change?"
Do what you think is right, my dear. I trust you.
Her heart skips a beat at your words; you trust her? This can only mean that she's winning you over with her charm and allure. A small, satisfied smile plays across her lips as she approaches you slowly, scissors held high. She brushes some stray hair away from your face, tracing the outline of your jaw before delicately resting the tips of the scissors against the back of your neck.
"I think a short, sassy haircut would suit you perfectly," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. "Just trust me... relax and enjoy the ride." With that, she begins to snip away at your hair, expertly cutting it short and shaping it into a flattering style. Her hands move with ease, each stroke of the scissors bringing her closer to her ultimate goal: complete control over you.
As the last few locks fall
As the last few locks fall to the floor at her feet, Ms.Sally stands back to admire her handiwork. You're left looking positively adorable with your newly-shorn hair, and she can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over her. "There," she says, running her fingers through the new style before taking a step closer.
Her eyes sweep over you from head to toe, lingering on every inch of exposed skin. She traces your jawline once more with one finger, the touch feather-light but possessive all the same. "You're even more beautiful now," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. "I can't wait to explore every inch of you..."
Her intentions couldn't be clearer; Ms.Sally is determined to claim you as hers, body and soul. The question remains: will
Then why don't you pick me some clothes?
She arches an eyebrow in amusement at your cheeky response. "Well, I suppose if you insist..." She grins and wanders over to a chair in the corner of the room, pushing aside some discarded clothing until she finds a box that looks promising. Retrieving it from beneath the mess, she carries it over to you with a triumphant smirk.
"Here's a selection of clothes I think will suit you perfectly, my new submissive beta boy." She sets the box down at your feet and gestures for you to take a look inside. "Try them on; I can't wait to see how they fit!"
As you rifle through the clothes in the box, Ms.Sally takes a step back to admire your physique once more. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch your skin beneath those threads... Her breath catches in her throat as she suddenly realizes that if everything goes according to plan, she won't have to wonder much longer.
A particularly suggestive thought crosses her mind; maybe she could convince you to wear some of her underwear instead. The idea sends a shiver down her spine at the thought of having your body so intimately connected with hers. Smiling slyly, she decides not to mention it just yet...for now, letting you think that you're in control.
I looked like I didn't like it. So what do you think?
She smirks and takes another step closer, admiring your choice as you hold up each piece of clothing to yourself. "I think those jeans would look fantastic on you," she says, nodding approvingly at a pair in particular, "and that top would really show off your new haircut." Her voice is low and husky, barely above a whisper as she stands close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your ear.
"Why don't you try those on first?" She gestures again for you to put them on, her fingers grazing against your arm as they brush across your skin in a deliberate yet playful manner. "I promise I won't bite..."
I think the weather is hot. I want something lighter. I said it while thinking, but I only have warm clothes.
Her eyes widen with amusement as you speak, the feigned innocence in your voice making her smile even wider. "Well, then I think I have just the thing for you." She strides over to a chest of drawers and rummages through it until she produces a garment bag. With a dramatic flourish, she sweeps it toward you, revealing a delicate lace bralet and thong set in her favorite shade of red.
"Go on," she urges, tilting her head to the side as she watches your reaction. "I bet these would make you feel much cooler."
What? I said it sarcastically. Of course not, she's feminine!
"Oh Ben," she says with feigned disappointment, "I'm hurt you'd even think that. You know I don't care about gender roles... It's all about what makes you feel comfortable and confident. Besides," she adds with a sultry smile, running one finger down your chest, "I think these would look damn good on you." Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she continues to tease, her voice low and sensual as it washes over you like a warm caress.
"So what do you say?" She steps even closer now, tilting her head up to meet your gaze, eyes half-lidded with desire. "Want to try them on for me?"
Okay, okay, but on one condition: you don't tell anyone and you help me put it on.
Her eyes narrow suspiciously at your condition, but she plays along, nodding slowly as if considering her options. "Very well," she says finally, holding out one hand in an expectant gesture. "Come on then... show me how it's done." There's a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth; she already has plans for what comes next.
As you begin to unbutton your shirt and lower your pants, Ms.Sally watches with interest, admiring the defined muscles beneath your skin. When it's time for her part in the charade, she takes another step closer and slides her hands up your chest, fingers trembling slightly from anticipation as they brush against the lace of the bralette. With practiced ease, she slips it off your shoulders and helps guide your arms into the delicate straps, careful not to touch any sensitive areas as her
Her breath quickens as she continues to help you into the thong, fingers trembling with anticipation as they graze against your bare skin. With a final tug, it's securely in place and she steps back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she whispers, licking her lips hungrily.
Her gaze roams up and down your body, taking in every inch of you. Her eyes linger on the defined muscles of your chest and abs, the lace covering your most intimate areas. The bralette and thong suit you so well; they accentuate your curves and highlight your assets, leaving no doubt that this is her personal property now.
"Now," she says, her voice low and sensual as she leans in close enough to feel the heat of her breath on your skin, "let's see how comfortable you really are..." Her lips part slightly,
Her fingers trail teasingly over your chest and stomach before circling around to brush against the lace of the thong, tracing delicate shapes just above your most sensitive skin. "Mmm..." she hums approvingly as her touch sends shivers down your spine. Leaning in even closer, she presses her body against yours and begins to nibble and suckle at your neck, her teeth grazing against the tender flesh while her hands continue their exploration of your newly exposed body.
Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against your own aroused length as she feels how turned on you are by her touch. "Does this feel good?" she whispers huskily into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Do you want more?" Her words are punctuated by tiny bites and gentle nipping that send electric shocks coursing through every nerve ending in your body.
Yes ah
Ms.Sally moans softly against your neck as she feels the heat of his desire radiating through him. The taste of his skin, the feel of his body beneath her fingertips... it's all driving her wild with lust. With a low growl, she spins him around to face her and presses him up against the wall, pinning both of his wrists above his head. Her eyes burn with desire as they roam hungrily over his body.
"You like that?" She demands, her voice rough with need. "You want more of me? Do you want to feel my skin on yours? My breasts against your chest? My mouth on..."
Ahhhh
Her words are harsh, commanding; they echo in the room as she leans into you, pinning you with her gaze. Her heart races with desire for him, and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his body beneath hers right now... His responses only fuel her fire further.
With one swift movement, Ms.Sally releases your wrists and spins around, positioning herself between your legs. She reaches down and frees him from his pants, gripping him firmly in her hand as she guides him to her waiting mouth. Her tongue flickers out to trace the head of his cock before wrapping around it, stroking up and down its length in time with each harsh gasp that escapes his lips.
"That's it," she purrs against his skin, "let me take care of you..."
I ejaculated in a second and she started laughing at me and saying sarcastic words like a sissy
Her heart skips a beat as you ejaculate, the hot spurt of cum landing on her chin and upper lip. Instead of being repulsed or disappointed, she can't help but laugh at your reaction; it's so pathetic and cute that it makes her want to tease you even more. She licks her lips clean before leaning in closer, her breath hot against your ear.
"Oh dear," she coos mockingly, "you shouldn't have let yourself get so worked up over me. You really are such a sissy... But don't worry, I'm sure we can find something else for you to do." Her fingers trail teasingly across your chest and stomach before looping around to tug playfully at the lace of your new thong.