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The New Neighbor - chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-11-07 18:57:04 +0000 UTCThe New Neighbor - Chapter 4
“So that’s the punishment for snooping, now we just need to deal with your lying.” Kristina said after she had finished using me as her human seat cushion.
“Wait, more punishment?” I asked, thinking I was done. Truth be told, the whole experience under her ass had left me incredibly horny and I was now looking forward to going home and taking care of myself.
“Of course, like I said, Paul, I don’t like being lied to. Now, how do you think you should be punished?” She looked at me expectantly, was I supposed to know the answer to this?
“Umm, I have no idea. I thought punishments were your area of expertise.”
“Haha, I guess you’re right. Now, would I be right in assuming that you are planning to go home and pleasure yourself?” There it was again, her ability to read my mind and unashamedly broadcast my perverse desires.
“Yes.” I replied, quietly.
“I thought so. In that case, follow me.” Kristina turned quickly and walked out of the room, leaving me with no choice but to follow along, once more being reminded of how easily she controlled a situation, controlled me.
I followed her the short distance from her house, to mine, and headed inside.
“Now, you should still have the chastity cage from your last punishment. I want you to go and put it on, then return here and give me the key.”
Shit! Again, she was planning to take away my ability to pleasure myself, and after forcing me to spend so long under her ass too. Was this her plan all along? Get me all worked up and then lock up my cock.
“The cage, again?” I asked, the shock and disappointment obvious on my face.
“Yes, Paul, the cage. And judging by your reaction it sounds like it would serve its purpose as a punishment.”
I doubt I could convince her not to go ahead with the chastity by begging her, but I thought about a different tactic. Maybe I could goad her into something else.
“Well I guess, I just thought a professional Dominatrix like yourself would be a little more creative that’s all.” I watched her facial expression change to a knowing smirk.
“Really, Paul? Okay, if that’s the game you want to play. Go and put on the chastity cage, right now. And THEN I’ll show you how creative I can be!” Her tone brokered no discussion. I knew that I could have simply refused to play along with this punishment, she wasn’t physically forcing me to do anything, she knew I was here because I was intrigued by her games. And I craved her attention.
“Fine.” I grumbled out a non-commital response before heading upstairs to grab the cage, wondering if my plan may have backfired.
It took me a few minutes to calm down enough to get the cage in place over my cock, once it was on, I locked it closed and headed back downstairs to Kristina.
“Here.” I said, holding out the key. She smiled in response, but didn’t take the key from me.
“Kneel first.” She said.
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly serious. And I don’t like repeating myself.” I gulped at her response and dropped to my knees, holding the keys up to her.
“Now, ask me to take the keys away.”
I swallowed the rising feeling of defiance at her latest command, knowing it would only make things worse. “Umm, Kristina, would you please take these keys away?”
“You want me to take your cock away, Paul? Is that right?” She was smirking down at me now, no doubt knowing she had me wrapped around her finger already.
“Yes please.” I couldn’t believe I had just asked this woman to take the keys to my cock away, willingly!
“Well, if you insist.” She quickly plucked the keys out of my hand and I watched as they disappeared into her pocket. “Now. I’ll leave you alone to think about what just happened and I’ll give you a call when I think you’re ready to be released. Goodbye.” She strode confidently past me, leaving me staring at her ass as she left from my knees.
It took me a few minutes to come to my senses, shocked at what had just happened. She had made me ask her to take away my ability to masturbate. And this was after using my face as a cushion for almost an hour. I was incredibly horny, and now I had no way to release the tension. How the hell did this woman do that!
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That night and the following day were incredibly frustrating for me. The cage was a constant reminder of Kristina, so much so that I could barely think about anything but her when I wasn’t at work. I thought about knocking on her door and asking for the keys back. I had a feeling that she would give them back if I asked, but I also didn’t want her to think I was weak, nor did I want to risk losing her attention. There was no doubt that whatever she was doing was intriguing.
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was desperate for some release, not being used to extended periods of chastity. I decided I would have to ask Kristina about my release, but I thought maybe I should butter her up a little first, just to let her know that I was still enjoying her attention.
I headed to a nearby pet store and looked for a small gift for Kristina. All I really knew about her private life was that she enjoyed fish, so I browsed around an aisle that seemed to be filled with aquarium related items. I settled on what looked like a fancy little throne aquarium ornament. It reminded me a little of the queening chair that I was already familiar with, a slightly more personal touch to the gift perhaps.
I knocked on her front door on Wednesday evening and waited, gift in hand, for her to answer.
“Hello, neighbor.” She answered the door with a bright smile. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, ya know. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d bring you a small gift. Call it an apology for snooping or lying or whatever.” I said, a little sheepishly as I held up the bag containing the small ornament.
“A gift? For me? How thoughtful. Why don’t you come in for a sec.” She stood aside and let me in her house, taking the bag with the gift as she did. We headed into the living room where the aquarium was lit up and bubbling away.
“So, how has your week been so far?” She asked, sitting down on her couch as I sat in a chair.
“Oh ya know. Same old same old.” I could tell by her expression that she knew why I was here, but it was obvious she wanted me to cave in first.
“Mhm, sounds boring. So, what’s in the bag?” She reached into the small bag and pulled out the ornament. “Oh, look at that, it’s kind of like a small queening chair!” She looked genuinely happy when she saw what was in the box, which made me happy.
“Yeah, just something small that I thought would be very ‘you’.” I said.
“It’s great. I love it.” She replied, with genuine enthusiasm in her voice. “So, is that all you came for? Just to give me this nice gift?” There was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she asked, knowing full well what was on my mind.
“Well….Actually, I was wondering about, you know.” I replied.
“Know what? What is it you’re wondering about?”
I let out a sigh before replying. “The chastity cage. I was wondering about how long I have to be in it for.”
“Oh right, the cage. I had almost forgot about that. Well, you did just give me a rather thoughtful gift, so I suppose I could give you a chance to free yourself. But I don’t think it should be too easy.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, is your front door unlocked?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked.
“Wait here.” She stood up quickly and left the room. Shortly after that, I heard her leave the house, assuming she was heading over to my place. I waited in her living room for about five minutes until I heard her return through her door and rejoin me.
“Okay, Paul. The keys to your cage are now hidden somewhere in your home. So your release depends on you finding them.” She explained her game with a smile.
“Ah, okay. So do I get a hint as to where you might have hidden them?” I asked.
“Not right away. But I could be convinced to give you a small clue a little later on, if you find yourself stuck. Anyway, I have a client coming over soon, so you’d better be going, thanks for the gift, Paul.” I stood up to leave and she walked me to her front door. “Happy hunting, hahaha.”
I left her home and walked quickly to my own, determined to find the keys as quickly as possible. I had no idea where she could have hidden them, but surely they couldn’t be hard to find, I knew my own house better than anyone, after all.
I moved quickly through my house, flipping over couch cushions, opening and closing drawers, cupboards, boxes. I found nothing, at least not downstairs. Every second I spent searching only served to turn me on more. Did Kristina know that it would have this effect on me?
Keys are small. Keys are, apparently, very easy to hide. Over an hour later I had had no luck in finding the keys anywhere, and I had upended half my house. The last room I had yet to search was my bedroom, so I headed in there and yanked the covers off my bed, finding something that shouldn't be there. A pair of pink panties, and a pair of handcuffs.
‘What the hell?’ I wondered to myself as I looked at the items hidden beneath my covers. I looked out of my bedroom window and saw that Kristina’s client’s car was still parked out front, so she was clearly busy. I ignored the panties and the cuffs for now and continued searching my room, opening drawers, checking my wardrobe, digging through socks. Anywhere I could think of, but I still had no luck.
Half an hour later, I saw that the car outside had gone and I hoped this meant that Kristina was now free to take a call.
“Hello?” Thank god she answered.
“Hi. So I was wondering about that hint? I feel like I’ve searched everywhere and found nothing.” I said.
“Nothing? Really?” She answered.
“Well, I did find something. But not something that would help with my current problem.”
“Actually, I think they will help. Maybe you’re just not being ‘creative’ enough.” There it was, I had provoked her, and now she was determined to make it difficult for me.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What do I need to do?” I asked.
“Strip off everything you’re wearing, put on the panties. Lock your wrists together in front of you with the cuffs and call me back.” The line went dead immediately after, giving me no chance to argue against her instructions. I would like to say that I put up more resistance, or that I didn’t cave in straight away, but of course I did.
For the second time in my life, I was wearing panties, but this time I had no way of hiding them. I stood in my bedroom in nothing but panties and a chastity cage, holding onto a pair of handcuffs. I couldn’t see the keys to the cuffs anywhere, so I presumed Kristina had hidden them somewhere also.
I locked the cuffs onto my wrists, making sure they were not too tight. With my hands locked together in front of me I still had a little mobility, but it was definitely a new feeling, being restrained in such a way that I was now reliant on someone else for my full mobility….as well as my erections.
I picked up my phone and fumbled to call Kristina while cuffed.
“Hello again, Paul.” She answered.
“Hi. So, I uh, did what you said, now what?” I asked.
“Show me.”
“Okay, how? You want me to send a picture or…?”
“No, I want you to go to your bedroom window, pull back the curtain and make sure there’s a light on so I can see you.” Shit!
What if someone saw me? My bedroom window pointed towards her house, so she could see me from certain rooms of hers. I guessed she would be waiting by the window in one of those rooms, waiting for me to risk humiliating myself.
“You want me to stand in the window….like this?” I asked, incredibly nervous, incredibly aroused.
“Yes. I want to see you. Then I’ll give you a hint to help you find the keys.”
“Okay…fine.” I replied, it was getting late now and I knew there would be very few people out on the street, even fewer who would be in a position to see in through my bedroom window. But I was still nervous.
I stood in front of my window, one hand on the curtain, bracing myself to pull it back, my phone was on the windowsill, with Kristina still on speaker as my hands were still cuffed together.
I pulled back the curtain. I was now standing in my window, on display in panties and handcuffs, but Kristina was nowhere to be seen.
“H-hello? Are you there? Can you see me?” I asked, heart pounding.
“Not yet, I’m not in the right room of my house, just stay put and I’ll be there in a sec.” She replied, I could hear the amusement in her voice.
“Please! Hurry up, I’m feeling a little exposed here.”
“I should think so. But tell me, how else are you feeling? Really dig deep and tell me everything you feel”
“Umm, well I guess I feel exposed, a little naughty, kind of vulnerable and restrained. A little controlled.” I replied as honestly as I could, running through all the emotions I was feeling.
“And?”
“And horny. Very horny.” I admitted.
“I thought so.” I saw a light come on in one of Kristina’s upstairs rooms and she appeared in the window shortly after.
“Very cute. Okay, Paul. You’ve earned yourself a clue. Check your pockets.” She hung up the phone straight after giving me the clue.
Check my pockets? Right now I didn’t have any pockets to speak of, but after a short musing on the clue, I dove into my wardrobe and began checking the pockets of every item of clothing in there. Sure enough, I found a small ring with a key attached in the pocket of a hanging pair of pants in my wardrobe.
I knew from looking that this key was for the chastity cage, so without even thinking about the cuffs, I unlocked the cage and my cock quickly rose to a full erection. The relief was palpable as I instantly started stroking myself to the orgasm I had waited almost three days for.
It was an odd experience, masturbating while my hands were still cuffed, but I managed just fine, the sounds of the metal links on the cuffs ringing out across the room as I came into the panties.
I sighed in relief and fell backwards onto my bed, basking in the afterglow for a while as thoughts of Kristina swirled around my head.
I managed to find the keys to the handcuffs shortly after in the pocket of a hanging shirt, leaving me free to wash up and get into bed, happy and satisfied.
The rest of the week passed by as usual. I had one or two interactions with Kristina but always just in passing, nothing fun or kinky to speak of. At least not until Friday afternoon.
Kristina was in the front of her garden, watering some bushes as I pulled in the driveway after work, I stopped to say hey as I usually did whenever our paths crossed.
After a few minutes of idle chit-chat, I asked her if she had any plans for the evening.
“Me? No, actually. A client just cancelled on me so I guess I have nothing to do with my Friday night.” Kristina answered.
“Really? Well if you can’t think of anything better to do, how about we hang out. Order in some food? Watch a movie or something.”
“Sounds good. Why don’t you come over to my place around seven?” I tried not to sound too eager at her acceptance.
“Sure, sounds good. You need me to bring anything?”
“A bottle of wine if you don’t mind.”
“Red?” I answered.
“Yes, well remembered.”
So I bid her goodbye for now and headed inside to get showered and changed. I didn’t know if this ‘hang out’ counted as a date or not, I wasn’t sure with Kristina, she always seemed a little unpredictable. Conversations could range from boring topics like the weather or her fish, to kinky sex in a matter of seconds. Either way, I made sure I was presentable before heading over to hers.
So, fast forward to about eight o’clock and I was sitting in Kristina’s living room, finishing off some take out food while making conversation. I noticed a partially unwrapped parcel on a table in the corner with some kind of leather item half on display. My curiosity didn’t go unnoticed.
“See something interesting, Paul?” Kristina asked.
“Oh, sorry. I was just wondering what was in the parcel.” I answered.
“Oh that. It’s a new armbinder.” She replied, as though it was a completely normal thing to receive.
“Armbinder?” I responded.
“Yes, a kind of restraint. Don’t tell me you don’t know what an armbinder is.”
“Sorry, never heard of it. We can’t all be experts in kink.” I replied.
“Ugh, you really have lived a sheltered life, haven’t you. Here, let me show you.” Kristina hopped up out of her chair and grabbed the parcel, shaking out a long piece of leather, complete with laces running up eyeholes all along either side. “Stand up and turn around.” She said, as though she already knew I wouldn’t disobey her.
She was right. I stood and turned around as she pulled the wide strip of leather around both of my arms, pulling them tight together behind me. I remained in place while she threaded the laces together and pulled the whole contraption tight. When she was finished, my arms were locked behind me in a single sleeve, elbows almost touching each other, forcing me to stick my chest out.
“There, how does that feel?” She asked, walking back around to my front to fasten a belt across my chest, a belt that would hold the whole thing in place and stop it from slipping down my arms.
“Umm, tight. Very restricting.” I replied, shuffling my arms a little but finding no way out of the strict restraint.
“You seem to be enjoying it.” She replied, looking down at my crotch.
“Ah shit!” I tried to turn my body away to hide the obvious tent in my pants. Why the hell did this turn me on so much?
“Hahaha, it’s okay. I expected as much. It’s obvious you enjoy being restrained, especially with how willing you were to let me put that on you just now. But I wonder, what else would you let me do to you?” There was a suggestive tone to her voice which had me worried. Not about Kristina, but about myself. Just what was I willing to let her do to me?
“For example. What if I did this?” Kristina moved in close and slowly unbuttoned my pants, I guessed she was giving me a chance to protest. I didn’t.
She quickly jerked my pants down to my ankles, leaving me in just my boxer briefs, making my erection even more obvious.
“See, the good thing about armbinders is, with a pair of handcuffs, a person might still be able to use their arms to a degree. But with an armbinder, well, you know.” I did know. With my arms tied so strictly behind me, there was no way for me to put up any real resistance. “You’re not even able to pull up your own pants, are you?” She asked.
“No, not with my arms like this.”
“Which is why an arbinder is a much more efficient restraint. Let me give you another example.” She reached out to my crotch and grabbed hold of my balls through the thin material of my briefs, squeezing a little, not so much that it hurt, but enough to have me a little worried.
Kristina then pulled a little, causing me to shuffle forward in her direction. “Now that I have you, quite literally, by the balls, I can lead you around, and you're not able to stop me.” She was right again. I had no choice but to shuffle along as she pulled me towards the door of her living room and into the hallway. “I mean, I could easily lead you out onto the street like this. Drag you to the end of the driveway and leave you there, stranded. And you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
That thought had me a little panicked. If she did that, I wouldn’t even be able to open the door to let myself back inside.
“I guess you have a point there.” I answered, nerves obvious in my voice.
“Haha, but don’t worry, I’m not that cruel. At least not all the time.” She winked and continued leading me by the balls towards her bondage room.
Once inside, she let go of my crotch, much to my relief, and moved back behind me. “So that’s one good thing about armbinders. Another advantage of them is this.” At that, she grabbed my hands at the tip of the armbinder and pulled gently upwards. I was forced to bend over as she kept lifting my arms in order to take pressure off my shoulders. She kept on pulling upwards until I was bent at an almost ninety degree angle.
“Now I have you in an even more vulnerable position.” She said, taking hold of the back of my briefs and lowering them, exposing my bare ass. “How do you feel now?”
“Exposed….and turned on.” I replied.
“And from here, I could even do this.” She reached up and grabbed a thin rope that was dangling from the eyebolt in the ceiling, the same eyebolt I had helped her fit, and tied it to something at the end of the armbinder. She pulled the rope taught and tied it off, taking away the slack. When she stepped away, my arms were now tied up behind me, keeping me in place in my bent over position. “Think you can escape?”
I struggled a little, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I had to remain bent over to take the pressure off my shoulders, so all I could really do was spin around on the spot. “Nope. Pretty stuck.”
I felt one of Kristina's hands slowly rub my ass. “And that’s why armbinders are so much more effective than most other restraints.” She said, slapping me on the ass.
‘Slap!’
The sound rang out through the room, not too hard, but hard enough that I felt the sting a few seconds after. “I wonder what else I could do to you now…” She mused, walking casually around my trapped body. “Seeing you all exposed like this does give me a lot of ideas.”
I felt one of her fingers trace up and down the crack of my ass, slowly moving in deeper. “Ever had anything back here?” She asked.
“N-no. Never.” I answered, my voice wavering at the cavalcade of emotions.
“I didn’t think so.” I felt her grab my hips with both hands and press her crotch against my ass. “You know, I could easily strap on a dildo right now and take your ass, and there would be nothing you could do to stop me. How does that make you feel?”
“Scared, horny, worried, vulnerable, nervous. All of the above.” I answered as honestly as I could.
“Hahaha. Good answer. But don’t worry. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet. But all this bondage play has gotten me a little excited, so I think I’ll have to take care of myself.”
“Seriously? You know I could help with that.” I said, trying to sound confident, which was difficult given my current predicament.
“I’ll bet you could. Unfortunately, you’re all tied up, and I don’t feel like releasing you just yet, so instead I’ll have to do this.” I felt something get pulled down over my head, covering my eyes and ears, blinding me as well as muffling a lot of sound.
I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could faintly hear Kristina moving around the room, until her voice rang out close to my ears.
“I’m going to make myself cum now, Paul. While watching you hang there, desperate and horny. How will it feel knowing that I’m fucking myself in the same room as you and you don’t get to see or hear it?”
“Not fair.” Was all I could answer. I was so turned on that I felt like I was going to cum right there without even being touched.
I felt Kristina’s body step away from mine and move to somewhere else in the room. She must have moved to the far end, because I could no longer hear anything.
Was she actually doing it? Was she actually going to masturbate with me in the room? Would I even know if she did?
All these questions ran through my head as I hung there, bent over and exposed in my neighbors bondage room.
I hung there for about ten minutes, unable to see or hear, until I felt Kristina's body move back in close to me. “Mmmm, that was great. How are your arms feeling?” She asked.
“Ah, okay, I guess. Shoulders are starting to ache a little.”
“Fair enough. I just have to wash up, then I’ll let you go. Don’t go anywhere, hahaha.”
She was gone again, once more leaving me blind and deaf, still exposed, still trapped, still loving every second of it.
When she returned, about five minutes later, she released the rope from my hands, allowing me to stand up straight before she removed the armbinder. I pulled up my underwear after shaking out my arms, hiding my ass from view, but the erection was still pretty obvious and my pants were in the other room, leaving me standing rather red faced.
“Well…” I said. “Thanks for the lesson in armbinders I guess.” I looked around the room for any sign that Kristina had, in fact, been playing with herself while I was blindfolded. I couldn’t see anything out of place, and she was dressed the same.
“Haha, I’ll bet you’re wondering ‘did she really just make herself cum while I was in the room?’.” Kristina said, again guessing what I was thinking.
“Yeah, I guess I was.”
“And?”
“And, I have no idea whether you did or not.”
“Ah well, I guess you’ll just have to use your imagination. Anyway, it’s getting late, and I’m sure you have something of your own to take care of.” She said, glancing unapologetically down at my crotch.
I headed past her towards the door, feeling another quick slap on my ass as I did. After grabbing my pants from the living room, I headed to the door to say my goodbyes.
“Any time you need another lesson in bondage, let me know.” Kristina said as I headed out, leaving me wondering if she was serious or not. Did I want another lesson?
The experience had left me reeling, as most interactions with Kristina did since meeting her. Needless to say, I knew what I would be doing when I got home, and what I would be thinking about when I did it.
End chapter 4
Comments
Benjamin
This series is amazingggg
lizzie
Nice continuation! next date, Paul should lock himself to surprise her!
