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"Hi Julia, I'm Eliot, your new neighbor. I thought I'd stop by and introduce myself, even though I think we met a while ago at a college party. Anyway, I live next door. I just made coffee, do you want to come get a cup? They also have butter cookies." Julia is even more beautiful than I remembered, with an aura of energy surrounding her.
Sure, I'd love some coffee and cookies! she follows him over to his place Thank you for the invitation. Do you need help with anything around here? Moving in is such a pain!
I reply as I pour my coffee, "It's true, moving is a nightmare. But I don't actually have much stuff. I've decided to start over in this house from scratch, or almost. Aside from my books, there's not much left from my previous life. I want to buy new stuff." Julia looks at the piles of books and stops right at the erotic titles in my collection. "You have interesting taste," she says, winking. "Do you just stick to reading, or do you also put things into practice?"
I chuckle at her directness and shrug nonchalantly before taking a sip of my coffee. "I'd say a bit of both," I reply honestly. "Life is meant to be lived, after all." Her blush gives away how much she appreciates my honesty. We sit together in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the cookies and each other's company.
"So what brings you here, Julia? Other than wanting to get away from your own stuff for a bit?" I ask gently, genuinely curious about her story.
"Well," she says after taking a moment to think, "I moved here to get away from an... unpleasant situation back home. Start over fresh." She looks down at her coffee cup and then up at me with a crooked smile. "Plus, I've always heard such great things about this area; the opportunities are endless if you know how to seize them."
"And what kind of opportunity are you hoping to find?" I ask curiously. She seems like she could accomplish anything she set her mind to, given her confidence and sparkling eyes.
I smile brightly at him, taking another sip of my coffee. "Oh, you know, the usual! A job that I love, new friends... and maybe someone special." She meets his gaze directly this time, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Who knows what adventures lie ahead for us here?"
Their conversation flows easily from there, touching on topics of work, hobbies, and shared interests. It's clear that they have much in common, and the attraction between them grows stronger with each passing moment.
As they continue to chat, however, a thought occurs to Eliot. "Hey," he says casually, "I didn't get your last name when we met before. What is it?" He doesn't want her to think he's prying or anything, but he'd like to know more about this fascinating woman sitting across from him.
Oh, right! Sorry, I'm being careless. It's Carleton. Julia Carleton. But you can call me Jules, if you like." She reaches over and playfully punches his arm before taking another cookie. "There we go, now we're friends." Her grin is infectious, and Eliot finds himself returning it with equal warmth.
The sun begins to set outside the window, casting a soft golden light across their faces as they talk and laugh together. Hours seem to pass in the blink of an eye, but eventually Eliot realizes he has to let her get back to unpacking or she'll never be settled in. He hates to see her go but doesn't want to seem overly eager either.
"Well," he says with a sigh, "I guess I should let you get back to it. But don't forget, if you ever need any help or just want someone to talk to... my door is always open." She meets his eyes again and smiles, her cheeks tinting slightly pink once more.
"Thanks," she murmurs. "I appreciate that." And with one last warm glance, she heads back across the threshold and out of his life... for now.
The next day, I knock on Julie's door again. I've been searching for any reason to see her again, and I hope the excuse I've invented will convince her. "Hi, Julie, it's me, Eliot. Our chat yesterday was so enjoyable... I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight. I made lasagna, but I overdid it. Lasagna, good wine, and me. What do you think of the plan?"
"Oh my God, that sounds amazing!" she exclaims with a radiant smile. "I've been craving some good Italian food ever since I moved here! Just let me change real quick and I'll be right over." She glances down at her outfit, running a hand through her hair self-consciously. "Do you mind if I wear something comfortable? I don't have anything fancy to wear..."
"Don't worry about it," I assure her with a grin. "You look amazing just the way you are." Her cheeks flush even deeper at my words, and she thanks me before disappearing inside. The anticipation of having her over is making my heart race like crazy.
"Julie, I'll be honest. You're so beautiful that you make the clothes look better, not the clothes make you look better. And after all, you're having dinner with a cook, not a millionaire!"
My heart flutters at his words as I quickly straighten up the tiny apartment and put on some music. The sound of his voice makes me feel so alive; it's been such a long time since someone made me feel this way. I carefully place the dishes he mentioned onto a serving tray, eager to have him over for dinner.
When I finally hear his knock at the door, my heart leaps into my throat and butterflies dance around in my stomach. Trying not to look too nervous, I open the door with a bright smile. "Hey there," I say, stepping aside to let him inside.
The lasagna smells incredible, and the wine is just as good. We spend the next couple of hours talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. It feels so natural and easy being around him; like we've known each other for years instead of just a few days. Before I know it, my cheeks are flushed from more than just his compliments earlier today.
As the night goes on, I start to wonder where this dinner could lead... and if maybe, just maybe, Eliot is as into me as much as I am into him.
As we drink wine, Julie suddenly asks me, "Those erotic books I saw yesterday in your library came back to mind. Confess, what are your little perversions?" She bites her lip as she gazes at me with a penetrating gaze. I blush. "I don't know if I should talk about them," I say. "Some are pretty... extreme." Julie replies, "The extreme ones are the ones that intrigue me the most. Tell me your perversions, come on. Then I'll tell you mine."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief and curiosity as she leans in closer to me. "I dare you," she whispers huskily. Her fingers dance along my forearm, sending shivers down my spine. I know she's playing with fire; her daring tone and touch are a challenge that I simply cannot resist. "Alright then... one of my perversions is to..." My voice trails off as I glance at her lips, remembering the way they felt against mine last night. "I like being told what to do during sex." I swallow hard, waiting for her reaction. Her eyes widen and she leans back in surprise before leaning forward again, curiosity getting the better of her. "And what about you?" she asks eagerly. "What are your perversions?"
My eyes drift down to her exposed neck before meeting hers again. "One of my perversions is... I like it when someone else controls how much pleasure I can feel." My words hang in the air as she processes them, her expression going from surprise to hunger and back again. There's a beat of silence before she reaches out, takes my hand, and pulls me toward her.
I feel myself flush with arousal as our bodies connect, my heart pounding wildly against her palm. She whispers in my ear, "Do you want me to show you what I mean?" and before I can even answer, she's sliding one hand down between us, teasing at the waistband of my sweatpants. With a practiced move, she pushes them and my underwear down past my hips, baring me to her touch.
I gasp as she circles my bare flesh with slick fingers, applying just enough pressure that I'm already trembling on the edge. Her other hand comes up to cup my cheek, urging me to look at her while she controls this pleasure I can barely stand anymore. "See?" she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "I bet you never expected this from your new neighbor."
The feel of her fingers and the sight of her lust-filled gaze are driving me wild; I'm so close to coming just from this teasing touch that I can hardly think straight. But all it takes is for her to finally push me over the edge, curling those fingers just right, before I arch my back in release and cry out her name."Oh God, Jules," I manage to gasp between gasps of air. "That was... wow." My heart still races from the intense pleasure she's just given me, and I know I could easily stay right here with
Julie insists, "I think it's not just being told what to do during sex that turns you on. There's much more, come on, tell me." "I stammer, and say, 'Sometimes I dream of being held captive, chained, caged by a very dominant woman. She holds me like this and releases me just to get her sexual satisfaction, and then she locks me up again. And when I dream this, a thousand perverse details come to mind.'"
I watch him carefully as he reveals this part of himself, and it's like an electric current runs through me. "You've thought about that a lot." My voice is soft and husky, and the way he reacts to my words only serves to heighten my arousal further. "And what if I told you that I could make those dreams come true?" I lean in closer, our bodies just inches apart now. "That I could be the one who controls everything, who decides how much pleasure you feel and when it stops? Wouldn't that be... fascinating?"
The anticipation of what he might say next leaves me breathless, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. As his gaze locks onto mine, I feel like we're sharing a secret so intense that it could ignite the room around us.
The most beautiful girl I've ever met who wants to be part of my most secret fantasies? I can't believe it. I ask Julie, "Have you ever fantasized about being so dominant? What were you thinking?"
I smile slyly at him as I imagine what it would be like to have this kind of power over someone as strong and alluring as he is. "You really want to know?" I ask teasingly, my fingers dancing along his forearm again. He shivers slightly in response, further fueling the fire between us. "Well," I begin softly, leaning even closer so that our breath mingles on the air, "I've always wondered what it would be like to tie someone up and tease them until they beg for release. To have complete control over their pleasure...and their pain." My voice trails off suggestively as I brush my lips against his ear. "But you don't need to fantasize about that anymore," I whisper huskily, feeling the weight of my words hang heavily between us. "I could give you all of that... if you wanted it." The anticipation in his eyes is answer enough for me; he does want this. He wants me. And as soon as those thoughts cross my mind, a shiver runs down my spine at the sheer possibility of what might happen next.
"You and I seem like a perfect fit, don't we?" I say to Julie. "Tell me what you want me to do, let's get this thing started. Together."
She smiles, a slow curving of her lips that seems to reach deep into her soul. "I want you to obey me," she whispers. "I want you to do everything I tell you, no matter how dirty or dangerous it might seem." Her voice grows steadily bolder, and the fire in her eyes is unmistakable. "Do you understand what I'm asking of you?"
Eliot nods slowly, his heart racing as she takes control. He knows this could be a dangerous game they're playing, but he can't help but crave the power and freedom she offers him in return. And so, with one last glance around the room to make sure no one can overhear them, he leans in close and whispers back, "Yes, I understand."
"Yes, I understand and I want it. I will obey you in everything, without a word."
My heart races with excitement as I hear his reply. The fact that he understands and wants this as much as I do... it's intoxicating. "Very well," I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the thrill coursing through me. "Then take off your clothes."
I watch him intently, waiting for his reaction. Slowly but surely, he begins to disrobe; first pulling his sweater over his head, then unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. My mouth goes dry as I see the defined muscles of his chest and abs revealed beneath the soft cloth of his boxers. He's even more beautiful than I remembered from that college party all those years ago.
I stand naked before Julie, who watches me, then examines me, caressing my shoulders, my pectorals, my abs. She squeezes my buttocks in her hands, then carefully examines my genitals. She handles my cock a little, tugs at it hard, running her fingers along it from root to tip. Then she takes my balls in her hand, weighs them, squeezes them. "You're really well-endowed down there," she says approvingly. "A big, long cock and the balls of a breeding bull. From now on, it's all mine."
I smile seductively at him as I take in the sight of his naked body, noticing how aroused he is just from my touch. "You look beautiful," I tell him softly, running a hand down his chest and abdomen before wrapping it around his cock. "Perfect."
I lead him over to the bed, my fingers guiding him every step of the way. Once we're there, I push him down onto his back, straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips. Gripping his hard length in one hand, I stroke it slowly, relishing in the feeling of having control over this powerful man beneath me.
Julie takes some ribbons and ties my wrists to the headboard. She teases my nipples with her nails and fingers, giving me a rock-hard erection. Then she takes another ribbon and tightens it tightly around my scrotum and then around the base of my cock, tying it with a bow. Now my cock and balls ache terribly; my erection has become painful. Only then does Julie take my cock in her hand and, slowly lowering it, slides it into her pussy.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels him slide inside of her, his length filling her perfectly. The pain in her core is quickly replaced by an exquisite pleasure that spreads through her body like wildfire. She starts to move on top of him, their bodies aligned in perfect rhythm as she rides him with a fierce determination.
Her breath comes out ragged and her nails dig into his chest, leaving tiny trails of pain mixed with pleasure. "You feel so good," she gasps between moans, her hips moving faster against his cock. "I never thought I'd find someone like you... Someone who could take my fantasies and make them real."
With each thrust, he pushes deeper inside of her, claiming her in ways that go far beyond the physical. She arches her back, crying out his name as she comes hard around him, her body shuddering with release. But as the pleasure begins to fade, it's replaced by a newfound need for dominance... and she knows exactly how to quench it.
Her breath comes out shaky as she looks down at him, her pupils dilated with lust and power. "Now it's my turn," she murmurs, lowering herself until their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Her hands move to his chest, pushing him back against the bed. She leans over him, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his face as he watches her intently from beneath her gaze. "Say it," she breathes. "Tell me how much you want this." Her movements are confident and sensual; a dance between control and submission that leaves him aching with desire. She teases his sensitive flesh, dragging her fingernails across his chest before circling her hips and grinding against him in a slow, deliberate movement. "Tell me how badly you want this," she repeats, her voice thick with need.
I tell her, "I want it. It's the only thing I want, the only thing I can think about. But my cock hurts like hell." Julie replies, "It has to hurt, it has to. You have to understand that I am the source of your pleasure and your pain. You can't enjoy yourself without suffering, and only I can give you these emotions. Tell me I'm your Goddess, your Mistress." I reply, "You are my Goddess, my Absolute Mistress. And I love you like I've never loved anyone."
Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she hears his words; they are music to her ears. "Very well then," she whispers, reaching between them and expertly untying the ribbon around his cock and balls. A wave of pleasure rushes through him as blood flow returns to his sensitive flesh, and she watches with satisfaction as he hardens even further in response.
She leans forward once again, her breasts grazing against his chest as she runs her tongue along the shell of his ear. "You see," she breathes, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "I can take your pain away... but I want you to understand that for every bit of pleasure I give you, there will be a price." Her fingers dance lightly over his stomach before returning to tease and stroke his cock. "And trust me," she says with a wicked grin, "you'll be more than willing to pay it."
I say to Julie, "I beg you, Mistress, I'm about to come, I'm full of sperm. Don't waste it by throwing it away, let me come inside you and entrust it to your womb."
Her eyes flash with lust as she hears his words; they send a thrill coursing through her body. "Very well then," she whispers, leaning forward and taking him deeper into her mouth, sucking hard on his cock. She can feel the head pushing against the back of her throat, but she doesn't stop, drawing out every drop of pleasure from him until he comes with a hoarse cry, filling her mouth with his salty seed.
She swallows it greedily, relishing in the power she has over him and the taste of their shared intimacy. Then, finally, she pulls back, licking his cock clean before crawling up his body and straddling his face. "Suck me," she demands, guiding his head between her legs and pressing his mouth to her wetness. "And make sure you thank me for letting you come."
I lick Julie's pussy with all my devotion. I lick the insides of her thighs, her lips, slide my tongue into her slit, and push it deep inside her pussy, licking and swallowing all her honey. Meanwhile, I explore her asshole with my fingers and feel her quiver with pleasure. When she explodes in a screaming orgasm, I wait for her to stop vibrating with the sobs of orgasm and then I say, "Thank you for allowing me to have an orgasm, Mistress."
I watch him with a satisfied smile as he showers me with praise and gratitude, his fingers still exploring my body. "You're welcome," I whisper, running my hands through his hair. For now, we bask in the afterglow of our intense encounter, reveling in the power dynamics that have brought us so much pleasure.
But as my breath begins to steady and the blood rushes back to my brain, an idea starts to form; a plan for the future. A way to keep this fire burning between us, even when we're apart. I smile to myself, knowing that tonight has only been the beginning of something truly extraordinary.
"Why don't you sleep here tonight?" I suggest casually, already imagining how much more erotic our next encounter will be now that there are no barriers between us. "We could share the bed... if you want."
The next morning, Julia wakes me with a kiss and a kick to get me out of bed. She tells me she wants to go shopping with me. The day is beautiful, and walking arm in arm with the most beautiful girl in town fills me with pride. Julia takes me to a sex shop, picks up a box, and then leads me to the dressing room. "Pull down your pants," she says. Remembering my promise to obey without question, I take them off. Julia takes a chastity belt out of the box and shows it to me. "This ring squeezes your balls, this steel cage imprisons your cock, these inward-facing spikes will hurt if you try to get an erection while wearing it, this padlock with the key prevents you from removing it." She puts it on me, tightens the padlock, and hangs the key on her anklet. "Now you're totally mine," he tells me. "It's like you're castrated. You can only be male for me and only if I open the lock. I decide if and when and how you can be male. And if you get turned on, it will hurt so much and you'll beg me for relief."
"Exactly," I say with a wicked grin, running my hand down his chest and abs before wrapping it around his cock. "Perfect." I let him go again but stay close to him as we continue shopping. The knowledge that he's now completely under my control sends shivers of anticipation through me all day long.
When we get home, I leave the key on my bedside table and climb into bed, knowing he won't be able to resist trying to reach it. As he lies there trapped in his cage, fighting both physical pain and intense desire for release, I can practically feel the tension between us growing stronger with every passing moment.
Later that night, as he writhes beneath me, begging for relief, I finally give in... but only enough to let him enjoy a brief taste of what it feels like when your Goddess allows you pleasure before snatching it away once again. And as he tries desperately to catch his breath between cries of my name, I can't help but wonder how far I can push this game we're playing... and if there will ever come a point where the lines between reality and fantasy blur completely.
Julia's been forcing me to wear a chastity belt for a week. I can't take it off except to have sex with her, and then she locks my cock in the cage. "Tell me how it feels to know that I own your sexuality," Julia asks me while we're in bed, naked and caressing each other. "It makes me feel like you're always there, even when we're not together. It's as if my cock is constantly clenched in your fist and you're always behind me." "That's wonderful," Julia says, stretching. "You know what I want to achieve. Your cock getting hard only for me and only when I command it to. At that point, your sexual submission would be total." I ask her, "But how could I live with that? I'd be totally dependent on you." Julia responds with a smile, "Then you'll have to marry me, and I'll be able to take over your entire life. Now tell me that's all you want, and then lick my pussy and make me cum."
My heart beats faster at the thought of us being together, of me having complete control over every aspect of his life. It's intoxicating to think that he could exist solely for my pleasure and satisfaction. "Marry you?" I repeat, pretending to hesitate for a moment. "I don't know... what would people say? But," I continue, leaning in closer so our breath mingles on the air, "if you truly want that..."
My hand moves between us, cupping her aching sex before drawing two fingers slowly upward, pressing them against her clit. "And if you promise to always make me feel this good... then maybe it's worth the risk." I trail my fingertips down her abdomen and lower still, circling his engorged cock through the confines of the cage. "Don't you think?"
My heart pounds in anticipation as he circles my clit and then slides his fingers down to tease me even more, right against the chastity belt. His words feel like a weight lifted off my shoulders; the possibility of us being together, of him surrendering himself completely to me... it's overwhelming.
I arch my back, pushing my hips forward into his touch, my body aching for release. "Yes," I breathe heavily, "yes, marry me. I want you so much." As he continues to tease and torment me with his fingers, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Say it," I demand, my voice hoarse with need. "Tell me what you really want, deep down inside."
I tell Julia, with my eyes downcast and stammering, "In my deepest dream, I would like to be your total slave, the one you choose to serve you, give you pleasure, but above all, give you the seed to continue your lineage as a Goddess. I would like to be chosen to be the father of your children, bound to you totally."
I hear the honesty in his voice and it sends a shiver down my spine. The thought of having him at my beck and call, of knowing that he would gladly give me everything I ever wanted... it's incredibly arousing. "You realize," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and looking deep into his eyes, "that if we were to marry, you would have to give me everything."
I push him down onto the bed, straddling him with my legs wide apart as I lean in close, my breasts brushing against his chest. "You'd have to trust me," I whisper, my breath hot on his skin, "to control every aspect of your life, including your cock." With that, I lower myself onto him, guiding him inside of me and reveling in the feel of being joined with him once again.
As we move together, lost in the heat of passion, it's as if the world outside our bedroom fades away and all that remains is us, bound together by desire and the promise of a future together. "Do you still want this?" I ask, my voice trembling with emotion. "To belong to me completely?"
The anticipation in his eyes gives me the answer I need; he does want it. And as we reach our climax together, the knowledge that he's mine and only mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body like electricity, making this by far the most exquisite orgasm I've ever experienced.
"Yes, I want to belong to you completely," I tell her. Julia smiles at me and simply says, "Then breed me."
I lie back, spreading my legs as I look up at him hungrily. With each thrust of his hips, he pushes deeper inside of me, claiming my body as his own. It feels so good; so right. As we move together in perfect harmony, our breaths mingle and the room fills with the sounds of pleasure and desire.
With each stroke, I feel him grow larger inside of me, filling me completely and leaving no space for anyone else. His eyes meet mine, and there's a look in them that takes my breath away; a combination of lust, love, and possession that sends shivers down my spine. It's as if he's marking me as his, branding me with the promise of endless passion and satisfaction.
As we reach our peak together once more, it feels like our bodies explode in a shower of ecstasy, our pleasure so intense it seems to consume us both. When I finally catch my breath again, all I can think about is having him buried inside me forever; the thought of being apart from him feels like a physical pain.
As he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, I run my hands up and down his back, reveling in the strength and power that emanates from him. "You're mine," I whisper, knowing deep down that it isn't just a figure of speech; he truly is.
"Yesterday you filled me with your seed," Julia says, "so you want to get serious with me. Then let's get serious." We leave and head downtown. We return to the sex shop where Julia buys a smooth, shiny, rigid steel slave collar. It's locked with a padlock. "Can you make an engraving?" Julia asks the clerk. When I leave, this collar is around my neck, visible to everyone, with "OWNED BY JULIA" engraved in large letters. "I want everyone to know you belong to me," Julia says. "Now tell me you love me and that you're happy to belong to me." "I love you madly, Mistress. Being yours makes me happy!"
My heart swells at your words; I never thought I could be so happy with someone. "Well then," I say, threading my fingers through yours and leading you out of the store, "let's go make this official."
I take your hand and lead you to the courthouse, my steps light with anticipation. The officiant greets us warmly and asks if there's anything special we'd like to have said during the ceremony. I look into your eyes and see nothing but love and devotion reflected back at me. "Yes," I say with a gentle smile, "I want everyone here to know that from this day forward, he is mine, and I am his. We belong together." The officiant nods solemnly before continuing with the ceremony. As the vows are exchanged and the rings slipped onto our fingers, I feel a new sense of belonging wash over me, as if for the first time in my life, I truly understand what it means to be loved unconditionally.
The officiant says, "Now you may kiss the bride," and I'm about to kiss Julia, but she stops me and points to my foot. "Kiss my feet," she says, "show me what you mean to me. You are my slave, today and forever." I bend down and kiss her foot while the officiant and the audience stare in amazement. I stand up, and Julia, with a radiant smile, says loudly, "Now take me home and put your baby in my belly!"
My heart races as I think about starting a family with you. The thought of having our child, a physical representation of the love we share and the commitment we've made today, fills me with joy and excitement. As soon as we get home, I'll lie down on the bed for you, my slave, to worship my body and make sure it's ready for our precious seed. And then, maybe when I'm most vulnerable and exposed, I'll allow you to breed me, so that we may begin this incredible journey together as partners in life and parents to be.