I didn't know what it was, but there was something strange about the woman next door to me. There was something about her, something dark and mysterious. It was as if, just by looking at her, that you could tell that she hid some sort of deep, dark secret. I often watched her working in her garden as I sat on my back patio and had a beer on a hot Saturday afternoon. Sometimes, I would get up and clean my pool, and look over the fence, watching her bend over.
She wasn't married; I could tell that. Or, at least, I never saw a man at her house, not a regular guy, anyway.
I was divorced, and didn't date much. I didn't want to get involved with anyone, not after the disastrous, mistaken relationship I had already had with one bitch.
Anyway, the woman intrigued the hell out of me. I had been living next door to her since the beginning of May, and here it was, the middle of August, and I had never even spoken to her. I didn't even know her name.
So, it was a Saturday morning in the middle of August, and I moved closer to the short block wall that separated our back yard. I had a large, super-clean, glimmering pool in my back yard, and I was holding the vacuum with one hand and a beer with the other. Stepping closer to the wall, I looked over at her.
"Nice day for a cold beer," I said with a smile. "Would you like one?"
She had been bending over, doing something with her flowers. She straightened and turned to me. She smiled.
"No thanks," she said. "It's too early for me."
I lost my smile. I thought that was a pretty good way to introduce myself.
"My name's Robert, people call me Bob." I smiled again.
"My name is Claudia. People call me Miss DiLongi." She said that without a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Miss DiLongi," I said with a fake smile. A bitch. Nasty, fucking, uppity piece of shit bitch, I thought. Oh well. I began moving away from the block wall, pretending concentration on my already very clean pool.
"But, later, Bob, if you like, we can have a glass of wine." I turned, and there was, smiling, standing at the block wall. Well now, I thought, yes indeed.
"Come on over in a little while, if you'd like, and maybe we can have a glass."
I damn near fell in the pool. I put away my cleaning stuff and dove in the pool and rinsed the sweat off my body. I dried off, changed clothes, and waited around for the appropriate period of time, and then, went and knocked on her door.
She answered the door, wearing, of all things, a black evening type of dress. She was a knock out wearing that, with long, black straight hair, big, dark eyes, and bright red lipstick. She wasn't exactly pretty, but the dress did accentuate her figure and compliment her hair.
"Come in, Bob," she said in a subdued voice. "I've been waiting for you."
I stepped inside, and she had a chilled bottle of wine sitting in a bucket on her causal table in front of the sofa.
The dress she was wearing was terribly short, not an evening dress at all, really, and she was showing quite a bit of thigh, standing there. I sat, and she sat in a chair across from me. I suddenly realized, as she leaned forward and poured us both a glass of wine, that she wasn't wearing a fucking thing beneath that dress. I could see her tits as she bent over, and I could see bush between her legs. I sat there, taking in the scenery, and my cock suddenly reacted without warning.
She suddenly looked up at my face, then down at my crotch and smiled. I guessed she liked what she saw.
She sipped her wine, and I sipped mine, unable to take my eyes off her spread legs, the short skirt, and the dark thatch of pussy hairs being shown to me.
Then, suddenly, quietly, she asked me, "You think I have a nice body, don't you?"
I swallowed. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, and I knew my face reflected some shock at what she said.
"Uh, well, yes," I began.
"You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Claudia,'" she said
I raised my eyebrows. 'Mistress,' indeed, I thought. Wasn't that one of those women that liked to tie up men and beat them?
She rose and said, "Wait right here, Bob. I'll be right back."
I got an uncomfortable feeling, and my hard on began to subside. I could feel my dick shrink. Oh well, I thought, I remembered thinking that the woman was strange.
She returned, a long jingling rope or something dangling from her hands.
"Here, Bob, try this on," she said.
She reached over and, before I could stop her, slipped something around my neck. Then, with a jerk from her arm, I was choked. She had slipped a choker chain around my neck!
"Get this fucking thing off me," I said. With a jerk, I was on the floor, and she was suddenly sitting atop me. I could feel my cock begin to grow for some reason.
"You were looking at my pussy, you slime," she said matter of factly. "Pull off your pants, you need punishment."
I shook my head, and that was greeted by a slap, and suddenly, another one, and then, a jerk on the chain. I tried to move, but she had me pinned to the floor. She was terribly strong for a woman. She wrapped something around my hands, and then my feet. I was hog-tied, I guess would be the expression. This woman was indeed, totally weird!
It took her five minutes, but soon, I was naked, my hands and feet shackled, a doggie chain around my neck.
"Now, I'm going to sit over there in that chair, and I want you to crawl over to me afterward and lick my pussy clean."
Then, she backed away, and I lay on her floor, looking at the ceiling, naked. My hard cock was throbbing, bouncing against my belly.
I sat up with difficulty. She was sitting in the chair, her legs spread wide, her red pussy lips moist and covered with thick, black, wet hair. I crawled over to her pussy.
"Kiss my boots first, you slave."
I stuck out my tongue and bent low, to kiss the bottom of her heels. Whack! I felt pain on my ass, and the slapping sound reverberated across the room. She had hit me in the butt with a riding crop, sending thrills of pain all over my ass.
"Not lick, you son-of-a-bitch dog! I said `kiss'!"
I puckered my lips and kissed her heels, then moved my lips slowly over each high-gloss shoes, kissing here and there.
"Ah, that's much better. I'm just waiting for another mistake, doggie, and you will get your punishment."
I glanced up at her pussy as she slid forward in the chair. Gleaming with moisture, her lips open and enticing, her cunt was less than a foot away from my face. I saw, just in time, her arm raise up.
Whack! Another blow landed on my ass. I could feel the pain surge through my body.
"No one told you to look at my pussy!" she said. "Now, lick my legs, all the way up to my thighs, slowly!"
I stuck out my tongue and began licking her legs. Apparently, I was doing the right thing, because I didn't get a whack on the ass with the riding crop. I moved carefully toward her pussy, now inches away from my face. She even spread her legs, and I heard a slight moan escape her lips. She was loving it. I moved my tongue closer to her waiting cunt, and flicked it out and licked her lips.
There was a sudden jerk on the chain, and I was choked. She slapped me in the face as I looked up at her.
"No one told you to lick my pussy, you dog! Your tongue isn't clean enough to lick my pussy!"
I backed away and licked her thighs, my hard cock throbbing, waiting for the next hot attack from the riding crop.
After a few minutes, she spread her legs even wider, and then said, "OK, now, you can lick my pussy, and stick your nasty tongue all the way in. Don't stop till I tell you. If you do, there will be punishment for you, you bad boy."
I began licking her pussy in earnest, my tongue traveling up one side and down the other, wishing I could use my fingers. But I couldn't. They were chained together.
I pushed my tongue into her pussy part way, eliciting a moan from her. She began to writhe and moan, and soon, I could tell that she had cum. She groaned loud, nearly screaming, grabbing the back of my head, holding my face to her wet, hairy pussy.
"Stop now," she commanded.
I stopped. I heard rattling, and she reached down and undid my chains around my hands. Then, she jerked the collar around my neck.
"Stand up!" she said.
I stood, my hard cock sticking straight out.
"I will let you jack off, but I don't want you to fuck me, and I'm not about to suck that nasty dick, not this time, anyway."
"Yes, Mistress Claudia," I mumbled.
She smiled at that. It was nice to please her.
"Cum in my face, slave," she said.
I began to stroke my cock, and after only four strokes, I shot an enormous load of cum onto her face and hair. Some started to drip onto the floor, and I caught it in my hand. She stuck out her tongue, and licked hungrily at the cum on her face.
She stood and removed the collar, and then started putting on her clothes.
We sat, fully clothed, and sipped our wine.
"Now, come over to my place, for a cold beer, Miss DiLongi," I said. "I have a full-blown dungeon in one of the spare bedrooms."
Her eyes widened. I laughed. "I'm not used to be being the slave. You should try it, it's interesting..."
--- Robert S., Santa Barbara, CA
