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The new neighbor - chapter 3
🕑 Added 2025-09-21 08:56:34 +0000 UTCThe new neighbor - Part 3
The next couple of days were a different experience for me, having never had access to my own cock restricted before. It turned out to be a very confusing, yet very arousing time. The only problem was, Kristina had not told me when I would be allowed out of the chastity cage. This was my punishment for being distracted when I should have been working, and a part of me felt like I deserved it. Another part of me loved the fact Kristina had actually been the one to lock me up, but mostly I was simply horny and desperate to be free.
I kept an eye out for Kristina, hoping to just ‘bump into her’ so that I could ask about the cage, but I never got the chance. I had gotten her number over dinner the other night, but I felt awkward texting her about the subject. Work on Monday was a nightmare, I kept thinking that someone would somehow know that I had my cock in a cage, that they would see me and wonder what the hell was going on. I was a nervous wreck for most of the day, especially when Jenny, the admin assistant to our floor stopped by my office to say hi. I had always found her hot, and would occasionally flirt with her and she seemed to reciprocate. But when she stopped by on Monday I was tongue tied.
I had a vision of Jenny pulling up her pencil skirt and begging me to take her right there on my desk, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to thanks to the cage. She would see that I was locked up and laugh, telling me that I would never get another chance to fuck her….
“Paul!” Jenny’s voice snapped me out of my daydream.
“What?”
“Were you even listening? I asked if you got up to anything at the weekend?” Jenny asked.
“Oh right, sorry. I was miles away I guess. Nah, I just helped my new neighbor with some stuff but otherwise nothing special.” I felt my cage tighten as I talked with Jenny and pictured a million different ways that she would discover my locked cock.
By the time I was done with work, I knew I would have to go over to Kristina and ask her to let me out of the cage. I knew it would be an embarrassing conversation to have, imagine having to ask someone else to give you access to your own genitalia, it was absurd. But maybe that’s what she was counting on? Waiting until the frustration became so much that I would embarrass myself….the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like something she would do.
As it turns out, I didn’t need to go see her. About five minutes after I got home from work, she was knocking at my front door.
“Kristina, Hi. To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked, stepping aside to let her in.
“Hi Paul. I’ve been waiting for you to get home, I wanted to come talk to you yesterday but I was busy all day, so I guess I should apologize.”
“Apologize for what?” I asked, I was the one being punished, shouldn’t I apologize?
“For leaving you in that cage for longer than planned. I know it’s your first time wearing one and by my estimation you’ve been in it almost forty eight hours now. You must be pretty desperate for release?” Kristina spoke like she knew exactly what the answer would be.
“Oh right, well you’re not wrong there I guess, ha. And here I thought you were just tormenting me on purpose.”
“Well as much as I enjoy punishing people, I wouldn't want to push you too far on your first experience with chastity. But I am surprised, I would have expected you to be knocking down my door by now. You must have slept terribly last night!”
“Ha, yeah. I think I saw every hour. Whenever I got comfortable I would get turned on and the cage would start to pull on me.” I admitted.
“You should have said something yesterday.”
“Well, I guess I wanted to take my punishment like a man, or something like that. Or maybe I just wanted to impress you.” I said, rather bashfully. I felt a little silly admitting that I had worsened my torment just to impress her. Thankfully, she seemed amused by my response.
“Either way, you must be desperate to be free from the cage by now.”
“Extremely!”
“And yet you still didn’t break down and beg me. Impressive.” My heart warmed a little at hearing that she was impressed by something I had done, even something as ridiculous as this.
“Hmm…Interesting.” Kristina said, appearing to be deep in thought. “I wonder how much longer you would last in the cage.”
I panicked at hearing what she was thinking about, was she really not going to unlock me?
“How about a deal?” Kristina asked, suddenly.
“What kind of deal?”
“Another day in the cage, and in return, I’ll let you do something for me.”
“What? So I do something for you, and in return I get locked up for longer? That doesn’t sound like a very fair deal to me.”
“No I suppose it doesn’t. What if I said….I would let you rub my feet for me, if you agree to stay in the cage until tomorrow?” Was she serious? Who would agree to something like that?!
“Sorry, but no chance. I’d rather not rub your feet and get out of the cage right now.”
Kristina didn’t seem surprised by my answer. “I thought you might say that. Okay then, how about….I’ll let you give me a nice, full body massage. I have all the best oils to work with. How about that?”
I actually took a second to think about it this time. I would have loved to have given her a massage under most circumstances, but it would still be me doing something nice for her, and being punished for it. What was she trying to prove?
“As tempting as that sounds, I’d still rather not be in this cage any longer.” I replied.
“Very well. You drive a hard bargain, Paul.”
“Haha, I’m not bargaining. I just want this cage off of me.”
“Okay, final offer. Stay in the cage for twenty four hours more, and I’ll let you eat me out.”
I almost choked on thin air as my eyes bugged out of my head. Was she serious about that? Was she so cavalier about her own sexuality that she would make an offer like that without batting an eye?
“Uhhh..What?”
“You heard me. Twenty four hours longer in the cage, and I’ll let you eat my pussy. Right here, right now. In your own living room no less.”
Now I didn’t know what to do! The thought of being able to provide her with any sort of sexual satisfaction was of course very appealing. Plus if I did a good job, maybe I could impress her more. Maybe she would want me to do it more….or maybe it would lead to becoming more intimate with her in other ways.
Or maybe it was purely a transaction for her, she had already proved that she was perfectly comfortable discussing sexual acts without hesitation.
“So. What do you say? Stay locked, and taste my pussy, or I can leave the key here and go home.”
“Okay…deal!” I said, without thinking anymore about it. It took about three seconds for me to regret my decision. My cock surged at the thought of what I had just agreed to, reminding me that I was now trapped in the cage for another day.
Kristina smiled a sly smile as I agreed to the unexpected request. “Very well. Then a deal’s a deal. I would imagine you’re going to be sleeping terribly tonight.” Dammit, I didn’t think of that. “Now, wait here.” She ordered, stepping towards my kitchen.
I wondered what she was doing, when she came back holding a dish towel. “This should do.” I briefly wondered what the towel would ‘do’ for, until she wrapped it around the top of my head and tucked it into itself over my eyes, blinding me.
“Just because you get to taste me, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to see me. That privilege is reserved for only my most dedicated subs.” I wanted to argue that I wasn’t exactly her sub, but it was hard when I was in the position I was in.
I heard the shuffling of fabric as Kristina removed the clothing from her legs and sat down on my sofa, a few feet in front of me. “There, now I’m ready for you, Paul. I’d suggest you crawl though, don’t want to risk tripping over.”
She had a point, I guess. I carefully lowered myself to my knees and shuffled forward, closing the gap between the two of us. I could feel the warmth of her thighs on either side of my head without even making contact with them. I wished I wasn’t blindfolded! My mouth found its target shortly after as the cage squeezed tighter.
I began what I thought was a slow, methodical tease with my tongue, but Kristina wasn’t in the mood for that. I felt her hand in the back of my hair, guiding me carefully but firmly to where she wanted me. “There you go, right there.” She knew how she liked it, and wasn’t afraid to make sure she got what she wanted, again I found it refreshing.
“Mmmm, there you go. Now while you service me. Hah, let’s go back to when you said you didn’t have much of a submissive side….No submissive tendencies was it?”
I couldn’t exactly answer with my mouth at work, so I made a small ‘mmm’ of acknowledgement.
“But here you are, having just agreed to spending another day locked in a chastity cage, another uncomfortable, sleepless night, and what do you get in return? An opportunity to please a woman.” She had a point…. “You agreed to a longer punishment if I agreed to let you please me. You yourself get nothing but frustration in return. Ah yes, faster now, more pressure with your tongue…” Her hips were beginning to move in time with my licks, bringing herself closer to orgasm. “I imagine you’ll be thinking of me again tonight as you lay in bed….locked up…desperate. Maybe you’ll still be able to taste me as you fall asleep..Ohhh.”
It was obvious that the situation was a turn on for her, she really was into dominating and controlling men. Kristina moaned loudly as she came, I felt my cock pressing painfully against the bars of the cage, as though it was judging me for agreeing to stay locked for even longer.
“Very good, Paul. Now what do you say?” Kristina asked, pushing my head away when she had finished riding out her pleasure.
“Umm, say?” I wasn’t sure I was following.
“To me, for allowing you the pleasure of tasting me, the privilege of bringing me pleasure.”
“Oh…Thanks, I guess. Thank you.” I said, I couldn’t believe I was thanking her. I had just punished myself and then made her cum, and I was thanking her!
“Good boy. Now I need to be off, things to do. You can remove the blindfold when I’ve left, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow with your key, not before!”
And that was it. No cuddling after, no kiss goodbye. Just another order to follow and she was gone. I waited until I heard the front door close before I removed the makeshift blindfold. I immediately noticed a small, black bundle of lacy fabric by the couch where she had been sitting.
She had left her thong!
That had to have been deliberate. There was no way she was the type of person that would be absent minded enough to forget their underwear.
I remained kneeling where I was, staring at her recently discarded panties, confused as to why she would have left them behind. Was I supposed to do something with them? Should I wear them again? No, that would be crazy. Maybe it was a test to see how trustworthy I was, maybe I was supposed to return them to her, all honest and chivalrous like. But then she did say not to see her before tomorrow, so I couldn’t exactly go over there and return them..’Hey Kristina, you forgot your dirty thong at my place. See ya around.’
I decided I couldn’t just leave them on the floor, so I scooped them up off the floor, noticing how the triangular panel at the front was just a little moist. I won’t tell you what the first thought I had was as I picked up Kristina’s underwear. But I was incredibly disappointed in myself, so I tossed the underwear onto a seldom used arm chair in the living room and made my way to the kitchen.
Living alone, I was used to just ordering takeout most nights, but with the cage in place, I decided I needed all the distraction I could get, so I decided I would actually cook something tonight.
The time in the kitchen did me good, and I felt a lot better about myself having actually cooked a decent meal in a tidy house. It was weird to think that Kristina had quickly become the most (only?) positive influence in my life since my breakup, despite the perverted nature of my interactions with her.
As I sat in the living room, catching up on some sporting news, I kept noticing the underwear Kristina had left behind, tormenting me as though they were some puzzle I couldn’t solve. What did they mean? Why are they here? And why do they turn me on?!
Eventually I headed up to bed, away from the torment of the discarded underwear. I knew I was going to be struggling to sleep, but this wasn’t helped by a message I received from Kristina as I laid in bed.
‘Whoops! I had better be careful with my next client…I seem to have lost my underwear ;)’
I scrolled down to see a close up shot of what I assumed was one of Kristina’s thighs. All I could see was a patch of skin beneath what could have been a tight, latex skirt of some sort. Was she in dominatrix mode right now? With no underwear on? So she left them here deliberately, just to tease me.
My mind drifted from one scenario to the next, and in all of them was Kristina….
—
“Finally!” I said, opening the door and Kristina into my house.
“You seem eager to see me, Paul. I like that.”
“Well it's hard not to be right now.” I said, walking with her into my living room.
“Hard? Interesting word choice, haha.” She replied with a laugh.
“Ha, right.”
“So, Paul. Tell me, how have you been?” That seemed like a loaded question.
“Frustrated, horny, a little sleep deprived.”
“I expect so, but how did it feel to have your cock locked away for the first time. And be honest.”
“It was….different. Kind of exciting, but incredibly frustrating and distracting. Every time I thought I could concentrate on something, something would happen and I would be reminded of the cage, which would make me think of you, and I would get even more turned on. I guess it was kind of a rush, being unable to actually…..you know…..release.”
She seemed to contemplate my answer for a moment before responding. “Hmm, good answer. So I expect you want the key now?”
“Yes please.” I answered quickly.
“Are you sure? Are you sure I can’t tempt you with one more day?” She perched on my couch as she spoke, parting her legs as though inviting me to stare at her crotch through the tight leggings she had on. “What if I offered you the same deal as yesterday?”
My brain seemed to stall for a second before I could answer. “Ummm, I’m sorry I think I’d have to decline.” My answer seemed overly polite, but the truth was I would have loved to be able to go down on her again….
“Really? What if I said no blindfold this time?”
“Come on Kristina, you’re killing me. After that text you sent last night, and leaving your underwear here, I know that was on purpose by the way, I’m already going out of my mind here.” I said, the temptation had to have been present in my voice.
“Hahaha, I forgot about the underwear. Tell me, Paul, what did you do with them?” She asked, smirking as though she knew I must have been tempted.
“N-nothing, actually.”
“Really, you weren’t tempted by them at all?”
“Well I guess I was a little tempted. I thought about them a lot, but only because I was so horny. I didn’t actually….do anything.”
“I’m impressed. Most men would have loved to have a pair of my worn panties. I’ve actually sold a few pairs online, for a lot of money too.” I wasn’t surprised. “So, you sure you don’t want to take my deal?”
“Yes! I’m sure. I really need that key this time.”
I was surprised to see Kristina’s smile widen. “Impressive.” She said, simply. She reached into the waistband of her leggings and brought out a small silver key.
“Well I’m glad you’re so impressed.” I said.
“I mean it. It’s no fun if you collapse and give in right away. I enjoy a challenge. Catch.” She tossed the key to me, standing back up and leaving me wondering what she meant by me being a ‘challenge’.
“A challenge?” I asked, clutching my key tightly.
“A challenge. I know there’s a little subbie boy in there somewhere, I intend to bring him out, because I think it will be good for you, and fun for me.” My cage tightened more at her admission. So she really was trying to lure me into some sort of kinky dynamic.
“Anyway, Paul, I think I’d better leave. I’m sure you have some ‘business’ to attend to. Have fun.” She sauntered confidently out of the living room and out of my house.
I’m not ashamed to say that it was only about ten minutes after I heard my front door close that I was cumming into a tissue upstairs. My cock hardened as soon as I removed the cage, so quickly in fact that I couldn’t even remove the ring from behind my balls, so I had to stroke myself with it still in place.
—
She had never asked for the cage back, it remained in my bed side drawer, taunting me every time I opened it, reminding me of her. I didn’t see Kristina for a couple of days after giving me back my key. It was Friday afternoon, I was pulling into my drive after work and Kristina was standing in her doorway, waving me over as if she had been waiting for me.
“Hey. Need something?” I asked, walking over to her door.
“Actually yes, I need a favor.”
“A favor? Does it end with me being tormented in some way?” I asked.
“Unfortunately not this time. I’m going to spend the weekend at my sisters, and I need a nice, trustworthy neighbor to feed my fish.”
“You have fish?” I replied, sounding more shocked than I intended to.
“Haha, yes, Paul, I have fish. I like fish, they’re relaxing to watch. Am I not allowed fish?”
“Sorry, yeah I guess I’m just surprised. I didn’t picture you as a fish lover.”
“Ohhh right. Because I’m a dominatrix I’m not allowed to have fish. I suppose all my pets should just be human slaves in bondage and on leashes, is that it?” She asked in a stern tone.
“No! That’s not what I meant at all.”
“Haha, I know. I’m just teasing you. Besides, I do have some human pets I like to play with from time to time. Anyway, my fish, can you feed them for me?”
“Sure, I’ll feed the fish.” I said.
She led me into the house and gave me the instructions, a small cup of fish food spread across the top of the water. “You’ll only need to do it once, tomorrow or Sunday, they should be fine until I get back on Monday. Here, take my spare key to let yourself in.” I was a little elated to know that she would trust me with her spare key.
“No problem, they actually are pretty nice to look at.” I said, truthfully. She had a wide, tropical tank with a pump that emitted a soothing bubbling sound. The fish were all multicolored and nice to look at. I figured they had to be pretty expensive.
“They are, aren’t they? Sometimes I get lost just staring at them at night.”
I bid her goodbye afterwards and headed home. I watched her drive away a little later and felt a small pang of sadness, knowing that she wouldn’t be around for the weekend.
I spent most of Saturday doing a few of my own chores, before a friend called me and asked if I wanted to go for a few drinks, I agreed and headed out to a bar to meet up with Bill. We spent the evening catching up, with Bill asking me how I was doing, knowing that I struggled after my breakup. I told him about Kristina moving in, and alluded to ‘something’ going on between us, but I didn’t give him any details.
We decided to call it a night at about eleven, I called myself a cab and headed home. I decided I would just step into Kristina’s house to feed the fish now, one less job to do tomorrow. I let myself into Kristina's house and headed into the living room where the fish tank was, the light of the tank sending a pleasant glow over the brightly colored fish inside.
With that taken care of, I stepped back into the hallway, intending to leave. But one of the doors in the hallway was slightly ajar, the door to her bondage room!
I was on autopilot as I stepped towards the door, telling myself that I was just going to close it for her, and leave. That was my excuse anyway. I pushed the door open a little more and peered inside. I noticed that the chair I had seen under a cover was now set up along one of the walls. I stepped inside to get a better look at it, wondering what was so special about it.
It looked like an ordinary, reclining chair, until I stepped a little closer and noticed that the design was different. Underneath the leg rest sections appeared to be a recess, large enough for a person to crawl inside, placing them underneath the chair. The most interesting part though, was the seat itself. There was a hole cut into the leather cushion that looked just about big enough for someone's head to fit inside.
‘Bzzzt’ Bzzzt’ My phone began vibrating in my pocket, it was Kristina!
“Hello?” I answered, trying not to sound guilty as I wondered why she would be calling me right now.
“Not snooping in places you shouldn’t be, are you Paul?” How the hell did she know? Surely she couldn’t have cameras in here.
“Snooping? Uhh, no.”
“Really? Because my phone just told me that the motion detector on my bondage room door was just triggered. Looking to have some fun are you?”
“Oh shit, sorry. No, I was just closing the door. It was left a little opened so I was just closing it but, I guess I must have just pushed it open a little.”
“Paul. What did I tell you about being honest with me? That motion sensor doesn’t trigger until someone breaks the light curtain which is inside the room. So I’ll ask you again. What are you doing in my bondage room?”
“Sorry. I really was just going to close the door, but I saw your chair thing and got a little curious.” I admitted
“So you lied to me, again!” She sounded pissed. “It’s a good thing you’re so curious about my queening chair. Because when I get back you’ll be getting familiar with it as punishment for your snooping. Goodbye, Paul.” She ended the call before I could say anything else.
I left quickly after the phone call, thinking about the queening chair and what it would be like to be inside it. Apparently I was going to find out.
—
Kristina was once again waiting for me to get home from work on Monday, it seemed she knew my schedule pretty well already. She had her arms crossed and a stern look on her face, she didn’t even need to call me over this time, I knew she was waiting for me.
“Kristina. Glad to see you’re back. Did you have fun at your sisters?” I asked, as friendly as possible.
“It was fine. But I think we have some business to take care of. Follow me.” I headed inside, expecting to be led into her bondage room, but was surprised to see her lead me into the living room instead. Apparently, she had brought the queening chair out of the bondage room and had wheeled it into the middle of her living room, facing the TV.
“Kristina. I’m sorry about the weekend, really. I didn’t mean to snoop, I was just curious.”
“I know you were. Well now you don’t have to be curious, because you’ll get to experience the chair first hand. If you need the bathroom I suggest you use it now, you won’t be able to for a while.”
I told her I was fine.
“Good, then get down and crawl inside here.” She pointed to the empty section in the bottom of her chair, directing me to crawl inside, the section beneath the main cushion of the chair was just spacious enough for me to lie back in, with my knees bent upwards to get my feet inside. There was an angled cushion for me to lay back on, which meant that my head was naturally pointed towards the hole in the seat, staring up at the ceiling of her living room.
“Comfortable?” She asked.
“A little, I guess.”
“Good, push your face up into the hole.” I did as she said, feeling the soft leather of the seat surrounding my face on all sides.
I heard a whoosh of air as something behind my head was inflated, the pressure in the cushion must have had some sort of air bag built in because I felt my head being wedged securely into the hole until I could no longer remove it. I heard a click from beneath me, which must have been Kristina closing the chairs opening, locking me inside.
“Perfect. I have an ocean documentary recorded that I’ve been meaning to watch. And now I have a comfortable seat to watch it from. I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t go anywhere.” I heard her leave the room, leaving me staring up through her seat cushion for a few minutes until she returned.
My vision was suddenly filled by Kristina reappearing, leaning over the chair to stare down at my trapped head.
“You should be grateful that I changed my bottoms for this.” She said, but I couldn’t actually see what was on her lower half. At least I couldn’t until she turned around and swung herself into the chair.
She was wearing an incredibly small pair of grey booty shorts, about forty percent of which were hidden between two perfectly sculpted ass cheeks. I only had a second to admire the view, because she lowered said ass cheeks quickly onto my trapped face.
My cock was rock hard as my face swallowed by the soft, warm cheeks of Kristina’s ass. She shuffled around a little, seemingly trying to get comfortable as the fabric of her tiny shorts rubbed against my nose.
“Can you breathe?” She asked.
“Yemmsf.” I answered, muffled by her ass.
“Good. Now I expect you to stay quiet and still while I watch my show.” I heard the TV being turned on as she started her ocean documentary. “And no touching yourself under there! I’ll know if you do.” It was like she had read my mind once again, as I had already felt my hands start towards my crotch in the cramped space beneath her chair.
I don’t know how long I had been under there, maybe half an hour? Kristina didn’t even acknowledge me, just sat and watched her show, with me beneath her ass, just a piece of furniture for her.
About half way through her documentary, she lifted her ass off my face a couple of inches, and grabbed her shorts, pulling them further upwards so that even more of her ass was exposed, before sitting back down.
“Enjoying yourself, Paul?” Kristina asked after an indeterminate amount of time. I tried to nod in response, but didn’t have much range of motion. “How about now?” I heard another whoosh of air as the cushion behind my head inflated more, pushing my face further upwards and even tighter into her ass. I had to open my mouth wide to get any air, and every breath was now flavored by her scent.
I listened to the British narrator talking about ocean life for a while longer, until it sounded like the show was finished.
“Well, that was fascinating. Did you enjoy the show, Paul?”
“Mmhmmf.”
“Haha, I thought you might. I guess that concludes your punishment for snooping.” Kristina stood up, freeing my face from her ass. I was a little sad to see it go, but I was starting to get uncomfortable in the cramped space.
Kristina deflated the seat cushion and freed me from the chair, allowing me to stand and slowly stretch out my legs.
“Well that was…..something.” I said, trying to hide the obvious erection that had barely gone down in the last hour.
“So that’s the punishment for snooping, now we just need to deal with your lying.”
Shit….And I thought that was it!
End chapter 3
Comments
Vicki Smith
I think my hope is that it moves to a FLR- just not an abusive one. Em is good at taking topics and making them fun and enjoyable rather than mean and demeaning. Digital Dom made a chastity thing look enticing, so I can see Kristina making her profession/relationship with Paul look very enjoyable.
Michael Bond
I actually agree with you here....Although it's not totally on purpose, I often find myself being overtaken with random ideas for stories or chapters that I need to get written down. But you're right, I definitely need to add some closure to the stories I already have running. So I'll be dedicating my time to that for the next couple of weeks. I have the ending for Digital dom planned out, so I'll be working towards that next, followed by a return to messing with magic.
Joe
I’m torn, I’m really enjoying this new story but I feel like some of your other stories could have been concluded before moving on to something new. I found my way to your Patreon after starting Digital Dominatrix on literotica, then I was delighted to find DD 2.0 and DD Final. While waiting for more DD I really enjoyed MHG but that seemed to die on the vine. It seemed like you were really having fun with Messing with Magic, to just leave it mid story. I hate to be overly critical because I really think you are a good writer, but maybe finish a story. Even if it’s just to kill off the characters in a handful of paragraphs. A story needs closure.
Christian
Honestly im with Paul on not fully knowing we're Kristina is going with this. Pretty sure I know the end goal but she's good at keeping him in the dark. Can't wait for part four.
