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A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-10-31 06:47:12 +0000 UTCAdam looked up from his computer as a strong wind whipped down the street of his suburban neighborhood, tugging at the few leaves that held fast to their spots on oak trees that lined the sidewalk in front of his house.
Grateful for any reason to take a break from the drudgery of working in Excel, Adam happily admired the way the fallen leaves blew around in the wind, settling into small piles at the base of the recently-trimmed bushes of his front yard.
Just as he convinced himself to return to his laptop, the singsong chime of Adam’s doorbell rang out, pulling him from his desk chair. He was expecting a delivery that day, and while his neighborhood was generally free of crime, it was always best to grab a package as soon as it arrived to prevent an opportunistic thief from walking away with his mail order cold brew.
Adam opened the door expecting to find said package on the doormat. Instead, his rather fetching neighbor Monica stood there with a smile on her face. Her lustrous dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore an oversized white turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark sweatpants, which struck Adam as odd since Monica was the sort of suburban housewife that always looked perfect.
“Monica, hey, what can I do for you?” Adam asked.
“I have a little favor to ask,” Monica replied with a smile. “Can I come in?”
Adam stepped aside. “Of course.” Monica’s perfume filled the air as she stepped confidently into his house and headed right for the living room. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked. “Water, coffee, orange juice?”
“No, that’s alright,” Monica replied before taking a seat in the middle of his couch. “All I need is a little of your time.”
Adam sat in the armchair and opened his mouth to ask what Monica wanted, but she beat him to it.
“As you know, my husband and I are hosting the neighborhood Halloween party like we do every year,” she began.
Adam nodded, but he knew better than to say anything until Monica had made whatever request she had in mind.
“And as you also know, it’s a costume party. In fact, you’re not allowed to attend the party if you’re not wearing a costume,” she said.
Adam knew that well. Four years ago he’d attended the party – or tried to attend it, to be accurate – without a costume on and Monica had informed him that he’d have go home and change or not come back at all.
“Well, I’ve made a rather bold choice with my costume and I’m a little nervous that it won’t go over well at the party,” Monica said. “And I was hoping that you’d give me your opinion on it.”
Adam was taken aback. He couldn’t remember Monica ever asking anyone’s opinion about anything. He didn’t want to be impolite, though. “Uh, yeah, of course, Monica, but I’m sure whatever costume you picked out will be perfect. You have the best taste of any woman I’ve ever met.”
“Aww, Adam, aren’t you sweet. I can’t believe that girlfriend of yours broke up with you,” she said.
Adam winced a little at the reminder that he’d been dumped him just over a month ago. He let it wash over him, though, and returned his focus to the task at hand, which was chiefly to get Monica out of his house. “Do you want to show me pictures of the costume?”
Monica laughed. “No, I’m going to model it for you,” she said. “I just need to pop into your bathroom so I can change into it. Okay?”
“Yeah, of course. The bathroom is right down the hallway,” Adam replied. “But, don’t you need a costume to change into?”
Monica stood and smiled. “I’ll be right back,” she said, completely ignoring his question.
Adam sat back and marinated in his utter befuddlement. Monica wasn’t the kind of woman that seemed to want anyone’s opinion on anything, so it made no sense that she would care about what Adam thought. It made even less sense that she felt the need to come over to his house and changed into the costume to give him an in person show. The whole thing was so odd that Adam didn’t even notice Monica had returned from the bathroom.
She cleared her throat and he turned to see her in a sleeveless black leather catsuit that fit like a second skin. He was fairly certain she’d adjusted the height of her ponytail and pulled it tighter, too, giving her a more serious look.
“Holy shit,” he said.
Monica smiled and stepped closer as she asked, “What do you think? Do you want to see the back? Should I spin around?”
“Oh, uh, no, that’s not…”
She spun around anyway, and despite knowing that he probably shouldn’t check out his neighbor’s ass, Adam couldn’t stop himself. It looked absolutely perfect encased in the tight, thin, shiny leather of her catsuit.
“Holy shit,” Adam said once more before adding, “Though, what’s the costume?”
“Catwoman,” Monica said. “I’ll add a little pair of cat ears and maybe an eye mask. What do you think?”
Adam was so thrown off by how intensely sexy his neighbor looked that he didn’t really think about his answer. He just said, “It seems way too sexy for a neighborhood Halloween party.”
Monica frowned and Adam immediately felt embarrassed. He stood up, held his hands out apologetically, and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You look beautiful. I’m not trying to shame you for wanting to be sexy at the Halloween party. That was stupid of me.”
Monica put her hands on her hips and said, “I’d like to hear you apologize again, but this time I want you to do it from your knees.”
Adam’s arms fell to his sides as he asked, “What?”
Monica stepped closer and said, “Get on your knees.”
She pursed her lips angrily and held his gaze, and for some reason Adam folded under what felt like intense pressure and fell to his knees in front of her.
Monica offered a warm smile and said, “That’s a good boy. Now apologize again.”
Adam was lost in confusion again. He wasn’t sure why he’d gotten on his knees and he wasn’t even remotely certain what Monica actually wanted from him.
“Adam, I won’t ask again. Apologize or I’ll be very upset,” Monica said.
For some reason, Adam didn’t want to know what would happen if she got very upset. “I’m sorry, Monica,” he said. “I judged too quickly and too harshly. You would be a very convincing Catwoman.”
Monica reached out and gently ran her fingers through Adam’s hair and down the side of his face. Her touch felt unexpectedly warm and loving and he couldn’t help but close his eyes for a moment as she let her hand linger against his face. “Doesn’t it feel good to do as you’re told, Adam? Doesn’t it make you happy to be a good boy for me?”
Adam nodded. He did feel good. He felt exceptionally good.
Monica stepped close enough that the smell of leather filled his nose. She reached under his chin to direct his gaze to her face and asked, “Do you know what the neighborhood moms would say if I wore this costume to the Halloween party?”
Adam wasn’t sure it was wise to offer an answer to that question, as he was certain the neighborhood moms would have nothing but nasty things to say about a woman that made an effort to look sexy at a suburban Halloween party.
“Go ahead, you can answer honestly,” Monica said with a smile. “I won’t be upset.”
“They’d be cruel,” Adam answered. “They’d call you terrible names. They’d assume you were trying to seduce their husbands.”
Monica laughed. “As if I’d want anything to do with most of the fat fucks that live in this neighborhood. My husband is a handsome, successful alpha male that fucks me exactly as I need to be fucked. You’re right that they’d call me terrible names, though. They’d do it because they’d all be jealous, Adam. They’d be jealous that they don’t look this good. They’d be jealous because they know their husbands would be jerking off to me that night.”
Adam nodded as he was quite certain she was right about that. There was nothing like a fit, beautiful woman in a suburban neighborhood to make everyone else rage with jealousy.
“I’m not going to wear this to the Halloween party,” Monica informed him. “I bought it with that intention, but once I put it on I knew I couldn’t wear it. I’m not stupid. I don’t want to cause a riot.”
“Then why…if it’s okay to ask, why did you want to show it to me?” Adam asked.
“Because this outfit makes me feel powerful, Adam,” Monica answered. “It helps unleash my dominant side. It helps unleash the part of me that wants to make a man submit to my every desire.”
She’d offered an answer, but not one Adam understood. “I…if you don’t mind me saying, I still don’t quite understand why you wanted to show your outfit to me.”
“You’re going to be that man, Adam,” Monica explained. “I’m going to dominate you. I’m going to make you submit to my will. I’m going to make you do whatever I desire.”
“What about your husband?” Adam asked.
Monica smiled and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled hard and Adam winced. “How interesting that your first instinct was to ask about my husband instead of telling me that you don’t want to be dominated.”
Her foot moved between his legs and Monica lifted her toes and teased Adam’s cock through his pants. She barely touched him, and yet Adam felt an uncommon kind of arousal despite the pain emanating from his head as she maintained her rather tight grip on his hair.
“My husband knows,” Monica said. “I expressed my desire to dominate him and he turned me down. He said there’s not a single cell in his body that finds pleasure in the idea of submitting to a woman. He’s not one of those men that works a powerful job and feels a deep need to surrender his power in the bedroom. My husband likes being in charge wherever he is, Adam, and I like that about him. I like surrendering to his power in the bedroom. I like that he’s the head of our household.”
Adam’s cock was hard by that point. He told himself he wasn’t a submissive man, that he was closer to Monica’s husband than he was to the kind of man she seemed to think he was, but the throbbing erection made it hard to believe that.
“I told my husband that you seemed like a man that would enjoy submitting to a powerful woman,” Monica continued. “He agreed. He gave me his blessing to come over here today. He has every confidence that I’ll have you under my thumb by the time I walk out of here. I think he’s right, Adam. What do you think?”
“I…I’m not sure,” Adam replied.
Monica released his hair, stepped back, and said, “Kiss my boots.”
Adam looked down at her shiny black leather boots and felt an instant desire to do as she’d demanded. He resisted it, though. It felt wrong. More than that, it felt deeply embarrassing to bend over and kiss his neighbor’s boots. “I don’t want to,” he said.
“That’s a lie,” Monica replied. “I can see it on your face. I can see it in your body language. I can see it in that pathetic bulge between your legs. The only thing you want to do right now is bend over and kiss my boots. You want to press your lips against the warm, soft leather. You want to hear me call you a good boy for doing so. You want it desperately, Adam. Now do it.”
Compelled by a desire he didn’t understand, Adam bent over and kissed one of Monica’s boots.
“That’s a good boy,” she said in a soft, sweet voice. “Now kiss the other one.”
Adam moved to her other boot and placed a kiss at the tip.
“That’s a very good boy,” Monica said. “Now kiss your way up my legs. Shower them with kisses, Adam.”
Adam’s pulse raced in a way he hadn’t experienced in years as he kissed his way up Monica’s legs, moving from one to the other. Over and over he kissed the smooth leather that fit so snugly against her perfect body.
“Does this make you happy, Adam?” Monica asked. “Do you like being on your knees in front of me and showering my legs with kisses?”
“Yes,” Adam answered. He liked the way he felt. He liked the way his heart was pounding in his chest. He liked the excitement that emanated from between his legs. He liked that he’d already leaked a great deal of precum into his underwear. He’d dated his ex-girlfriend for nearly eighteen months and not once had he felt so excited with her.
“Then you should thank me,” Monica said. “You should look up and thank me for giving you the opportunity to kiss my boots and my legs.”
Adam stopped kissing her legs, looked up at Monica, and said, “Thank you for letting me kiss your boots. Thank you for letting me kiss your perfect legs in this utterly perfect catsuit. Thank you for thinking of me when you were selecting a man to dominate.”
Monica smiled, reached out and gently caressed his face, and said, “You’re welcome, Adam. You may resume kissing my legs.”
Adam did so happily, moving back to where he’d left off just below her knees and working his way up. He planted dozens more kisses as Monica watched with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. His heart beat a little harder as he neared her crotch. He wondered if she was going to let him kiss in the most intimate spot on her body. He suddenly felt desperate to be given permission to do so.
“Stop,” Monica said moments before Adam reached the tops of her thighs. “I can see the lust in your eyes, Adam. I can see that you want to kiss my kitty.”
“I do,” Adam replied.
“I’m afraid that’s a pleasure that has to be earned,” she said. “And you haven’t earned that privilege yet.”
Monica spun around and looked over her shoulder. “Would you like to kiss my ass, Adam?”
“Yes, please,” he answered.
Monica smiled. “You may do so. In fact, you may shower my ass in kisses.”
Adam leaned forward and pressed his lips against her leather clad ass. It felt so good. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the feel of the tight leather against his lips. He let the scent of it fill his nose. He got lost in the utter joy he felt at being on his knees and kissing the beautiful ass of the housewife that lived next door.
“I have a surprise for you, Adam,” Monica said. “A surprise that I’m going to show you because you’ve been such a good boy.”
“Thank you,” he replied.
Monica slowly turned around, reached down, and pulled on a zipper just above the crotch of her catsuit that Adam hadn’t noticed. He saw a tuft of dark pubic hair first. A moment later he spotted his first glimpse of her labia and his breath caught in his throat. Monica continued to pull on the zipper, exposing her pussy in its entirety.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked.
Adam stared and nodded. It was beautiful. It struck him as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His mouth was actually watering as he stared at it. He yearned to taste her pussy, even in a small way. He wanted to feel it against his lips. He wanted to put his tongue inside her. He wanted to taste just a hint of her juice against his tongue.
“Would you like to earn the right to taste my kitty, Adam?” Monica asked.
“Yes,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Monica smiled. “Unzip your pants and take your cock out.” Adam did as requested and she gazed between his legs. “Not terribly impressive, but that’s okay. You don’t need to have a big cock to please me. Masturbate for me. Right now.”
Adam wrapped his fingers around his turgid cock and jerked off as instructed by his beautiful neighbor. Monica reached down and spread her pussy lips, giving Adam a breathtaking show of the slippery pink flesh he caved. He leaned forward instinctively just to get a few inches closer.
“Don’t you dare,” Monica admonished him. “My kitty isn’t yours to taste. Not yet. It’s yours to admire. It’s yours to fantasize about, though I wouldn’t advice fantasizing about fucking me because you cock will never enter my kitty. That’s my husband’s domain.”
“Of course,” Adam said as his cock throbbed in his hand.
“You’re going to cum for me,” Monica said. “When you do, you’re going to cum on my boots. When you do, you’re going to bend over and lick them clean. If you don’t, I will beat your ass until it’s black and blue. Do you understand?”
Adam looked down at her boots as his hand moved up and down his shaft. For some reason the idea of cleaning his cum thrilled him. His heart beat harder. His head swam with arousal. The back of his neck tingled for some reason. “Yes, I understand,” he said.
“Say it, then,” Monica demanded. “Say that you’re going to cum on my boots and then bend over and lick it up. Say that you’re going to do it or I’m going to beat your ass until it’s black and blue.”
“I’m going to cum on your boots and then bend over and lick it up, and if I don’t you’re going to beat my ass until it’s black and blue,” Adam said. “I’m close. Can I cum? Please, can I cum?”
“Yes, you may,” Monica said.
Adam climaxed a moment later. His cum spurted onto her leather boots, leaving creamy streaks on the dark material.
“Don’t hesitate,” Monica said. “Bend over right now. Don’t give it a second thought. Clean your mess off my boots.”
The desire Adam had experienced at the idea of cleaning his cum from her boots was gone. Of course it was gone. It left his body with his cum. The promise of an ass beating still lingered, though, and Adam had no doubt Monica would deliver on her promise.
He hesitated, but only for a moment. Then he bent down and licked his cum off her boots. Monica moaned and Adam looked up to see two of her fingers deep in her pussy while a third worked her clit.
“This isn’t a show for you,” she admonished him. “Do as you’re told and clean up your mess.”
Adam returned to her cum-covered boots. He ran his tongue over a thick streak of his seed and swallowed it. He sucked up the little bits he couldn’t get with his tongue and he swallowed them too. He moved to her other boot and repeated the process. He bathed his tongue in the salty, bitter taste of his cum and he did so as Monica furiously masturbated above him.
She came while Adam was cleaning his load from her boots. He glanced up to see her eyes closed and her mouth opened in pleasure as a series of quiet moans escaped her lips. Adam didn’t watch for long, though. He wanted to be good, after all, for his heart was still pounding from the intense orgasm and he wanted to do everything he could to ensure he’d get another visit from Monica.
“Are you finished?” she asked.
Adam surveyed her boots, looked up, and said, “Yes. And thank you for letting me orgasm, and for letting me clean your boots.”
Monica’s smile was instant and bright, like he’d surprised her by offering his thanks. “You’re welcome, Adam. You were a very good boy today. A very, very good boy. You made me very happy.”
“It was my pleasure, through and through,” Adam replied.
Monica zipped her catsuit up and headed for the bathroom. She returned not long after wearing the sweater and sweat pants she’d shown up at his door in.
“Walk me out,” she said.
Adam stood, put his cock back in his pants, and walked Monica to his door. He reached for the knob but she gently grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“This was a lovely experience for me, Adam,” she said. “I’d like to thank you for allowing your desires to win out. For being a willing, eager submissive, in other words. I expect that we’ll play again, but I also expect that you’ll be discreet about what we did here. My husband knows, but no one else does. Can you be discreet?”
“Of course,” Adam replied. “I wouldn’t dream of sharing any details of what we did here.”
“Very good,” she replied before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you at the party, then.”
Adam opened the door and Monica walked out just as she’d walked in. To anyone watching, it would have looked like a casual get together with two neighbors, not the intense sexual exploration it actually was.
Adam returned to his desk, but he didn’t work. All he did was stare out the window and relive every moment of what had just unfolded in his living room while hoping he’d get to experience those thrills again, and soon.
