The new neighbor - part 1 (Patreon)

The new neighbor.


A female domination story.



This story starts like many others, but it’s definitely not your typical ‘girl next door’ tale. It has all the tropes, sure, but believe me when I say there was nothing typical about Kristina.

But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Paul and I live alone in a house in a quiet, suburban area of a large city. I had been living here alone for the past year or so, ever since my girlfriend (or Ex-girlfriend, I guess) decided we weren’t working out anymore.

I kept the house while she moved into an apartment in the city, which worked out great for me as it was only about a twenty minute drive to work. At first the freedom of having a house to myself was great, only one person to feed, only one person to clean up after, tons of free time. But the novelty soon wore off and I could feel myself longing for something more. I couldn’t help but feel that a guy in his late twenties should have it together a little better than I had right now.

That something more came in the form of a new neighbor. I was just pulling into my drive after work when I saw the moving van out front of the vacant house next door. There were a couple of moving guys who looked to be wrapping it up for the day, waving goodbye and hopping back in the van, leaving the new owner by herself.

The first thing I noticed was that this woman was stunning! She looked a few years older than me, if I had to guess I would say she was early thirties. She had long, dark hair, a generously sized chest and a toned, plump looking ass…at least from what I could see.

My second thought was that she must have had a ton of cash and a well paying job. I knew first hand that the houses here weren’t cheap, and the car that was in the driveway was worth a fortune. I immediately felt lucky that this would be my new neighbor.

She was bent over the back of her car, head and shoulders inside the trunk, lifting a few small boxes out when I decided to do the neighborly thing and introduce myself.

“Hey there.” I said, as jovially as I could. The woman turned around quickly, leaving the small boxes in the trunk of her car and standing in such a way that her body shielded them from view. I wondered if she was doing that on purpose….hiding something.

“Ah, hello. You must be my new neighbor. I’m Kristina, with a ‘K’.” She offered me a slender, well manicured hand to shake.

“Well hello Kristina with a ‘K’. I’m Paul….with a ‘P’” My response earned me a polite smile.

“Haha, sorry. My parents are Russian so people have been spelling my name wrong my whole life.”

“Well I’ll be sure not to make that mistake. Welcome to the neighborhood, you need a hand with the last couple of those boxes?” I asked, leaning to the side to point out the boxes in her trunk.

“No!” She answered rather abruptly. “I mean, these are the private things I didn’t want the moving men seeing, so I’ll take them myself. You could grab one of those by the front doorstep though and take them inside if you want.”

“No problem.”

I watched as she lifted two boxes out of the trunk, it sounded like I could hear the sound of chains rattling around in there, definitely something metallic and jingling…maybe it was her jewellery, I had already guessed she had money.

I followed her into the house, grabbing a few of the smaller boxes like she asked, all while trying not to stare at her ass as she walked.

“You can just take those into the kitchen while I put these upstairs.” She gave me an order like it was the most natural thing in the world, I guessed she was some kind of powerful businesswoman, someone who was used to telling others what to do maybe?

When she came back downstairs, she seemed genuinely grateful for my help, so I used the opportunity to try and learn a little something about her. “So what is it you do for a living?”

“Oh I don’t think we know each other quite well enough for me to tell you that yet.” She replied with a teasing smile.

“Ah I see, so you’re an assassin. Is that what was in those boxes? Pistols and throwing knives perhaps”

“Hahaha, not quite, Paul. But I have been known to dish out a punishment or two.” She added with a wink. I was a little taken aback by her response, she was definitely teasing me. Was this flirting? I had been out of the game for so long I had no idea. But surely I wouldn’t be lucky enough to have a smoking hot neighbor move in and start flirting with me on day one. “Anyway I have a lot of stuff to unpack, so we’ll have to get to know each other a little later. Thanks for the help.”

I said my goodbyes and headed next door to my home. I didn't see much of her for a few days after that, I was kept busy with work most of the time.

I did keep an eye on her house though, but I never really saw Kristina. I did see a few other people coming and going, both men and women, who never stayed more than an hour or two. The weirdest one was a man and woman who turned up together, same car and everything, except the woman left alone shortly after arriving, and came back to pick the man up around two hours later, but when he came back out of her house, he was just in his underwear, carrying his clothes in his hands. What the hell was that all about?


The next chance I had to talk to her came at the weekend, I was out in my front yard mowing the lawn when she came outside to say hi.

“Hey Paul with a ‘P’. How’s it going?” She was smiling as she greeted me.

“Hey Kristina, settling in okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, finding my feet well enough. I was hoping to catch up with you, I need to repay you for helping me the other day.”

“Ah it was nothing, I only moved a couple of boxes from outside your front door.”

“Yes, but it was a nice gesture all the same. Besides, if we’re going to be neighbors I’d prefer us to be on good terms. So how about I treat you to dinner later. You’ll have to pick where we go though, I don’t actually know any nice places to eat nearby.”

“Umm, yeah. Okay, sounds good.” Did she just ask me out? Was this a date? Technically she didn't actually ask me anything though, she just told me what was happening and I was obviously happy to go along with it.

“Great, I’ll be outside at seven tonight, you’ll have to drive, obviously. See ya later, Paul.”

So it looked like I was going out to eat with Kristina tonight. I tried to tell myself she was just being neighborly, but it was hard not to get my hopes up. So I booked a nearby steakhouse that I liked and made sure I was as presentable as possible by the time the evening rolled around and headed outside just before seven.

The sun was just making its way down past the trees in the distance, leaving longer shadows laying across the ground, shadows that seemed to point right at Kristina, who was standing on the edge of my driveway, waiting for me.

To say she looked stunning would be an understatement, she wasn’t exactly dressed up to the nines, but it was clear she had made an effort for this. She had on a pair of what looked like leather pants which accentuated the tone and firmness of her legs, a tight, expensive looking top that showed a good amount of cleavage with a short, black jacket, which was left open. Casual but incredibly sexy.

She was the first to speak as I walked towards my car on the driveway. “Right on time, I like that.”

“Well I aim to please.” I replied, I had already guessed that this was a woman who was used to getting her way.

“So, where are we heading?”

“A steakhouse, one of my favorite places to eat. I hope that’s okay?” Shit, I didn’t even ask if she had any dietary preferences, what if she was a vegetarian? Or a vegan? Now I was almost panicking. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I should have asked if you ate meat. But the conversation this morning was pretty brief so I uh… Sorry. I can find us somewhere else-”

“Relax, Paul. I love steak.” She smiled an amused smile at my floundering. “But you should have checked with me first though.”

“Oh thank god. You’re right, I should have. My bad.”

The short ride to the restaurant was spent with us filling each other in on our respective situations. I told her about my breakup and how I had been alone ever since, and she told me about how her family had moved here from Russia when she was just a baby. She spoke a little Russian from her parents but they had been integrated into American culture for all of Kristina’s adult life.

“So, Paul, sorry if it seemed a little forward of me to drag you out here like this, but seeing as we’re neighbors I need to make sure you and I are on the best of terms. With good reason.” Kristina said to me as we waited for our food to be served.

“Okay…and what good reason is that?” I asked, a little confused and sort of worried. It seemed she had a motive for bringing me here, but I had no idea what it was.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve noticed the people coming and going from my house this week. I see your curtains twitching on an evening you know. Keeping tabs on me?” Oh shit, did she think I was some kind of perv? Or even worse…A busy-body, nosy neighbor!

“Oh right. I guess I just get curious whenever someone new shows up on the street. I really didn’t mean it to be creepy or anything.” I said.

“It’s fine, I understand your curiosity. So I’m assuming you’ve formed an opinion based on what you’ve seen so far?” She was watching me carefully as I responded, as though she was scanning me.

“Umm, well I guess I have a theory or two.” I replied, carefully.

“And? What theory is in the lead?”

I took a breath before I answered, feeling like lying to her would be pointless. “I guess my current winning theory is that you’re some sort of sex worker.” My face flushed a little at my statement, it sounded ridiculous when I said it out loud, and Kristina actually chuckled a little.

“Hahaha, I guess that’s a way of looking at it. Although you’re not quite right. My services are considered to be sexual in nature, but I’m not a common hooker if that’s what you are thinking.”

“Really? Well that’s a relief. So what exactly is it that you do?” I wasn’t quite prepared for her answer.

“I’m a professional Dominatrix.” I stared at her in shock for what felt like forever. I was trying to find a clever reply somewhere but all I managed was, “Oh.”

“I’m guessing you’re a little shocked by this?” She added.

“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” I could tell she wasn’t the type of person to lie.

“Very serious. Men and Women pay me good money, and I do mean good money, to dominate them sexually.” She was very matter of fact in the way she spoke.

“Okay, well I’m definitely not one to judge, but why are you telling me this?”

“Because, your house is right next to mine, you’re going to see people coming and going, you’re going to form your own opinions and I want to make sure you don’t get the wrong end of the stick. I’m not a prostitute, or a whore and the services I provide are completely safe and controlled. I allow consenting adults to live out their deepest fantasies in a controlled environment. You seem like a nice person and I’d like us to be friends, so I invited you here tonight to make sure there were no misconceptions. I’d suggest you take this time to ask me as many questions as you want and I’ll try to answer them as honestly as I can.”

I certainly had questions, but where do I start?

The food arrived before I could ask anything, so we both started eating in silence, Kristina seeming way more comfortable than I was. She knew I had questions, and was just waiting for me to ask them.

“So how long have you been doing…. that?” That was a safe question to start with, I thought.

“Professionally, about five years now. But I realized early on that I liked being in control in relationships. I liked seeing men embarrassed, humiliated, and I was always very good at getting what I wanted. So I figured, why not make some money out of it?”

“Okay, cool. Umm, you said that you do both men and women. Does that mean you’re bisexual?” Why did I ask that?

“No, I actually consider myself straight, but I don’t mind letting a girl go down on me from time to time.” I almost choked on a mouthful of food, which caused her to smile. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort. “I find that a woman knows what a woman wants more than most men do.”

“Well, that’s very uh…honest of you.” Was all I could think to say.

“Hahaha, I find it best to be open, no point in beating around the bush, is there?”

The conversation was a little easier after that, her candid nature meant that I didn’t need to be embarrassed about asking whatever questions I wanted. To her credit, she didn’t shy away from answering either.

We had finished eating and I was struggling to find another question to ask as we were waiting, but I wanted to squeeze one more in.

“So uh, do you like, spank people and stuff?” I felt a little silly asking, but she did say I could ask whatever I wanted.

Thankfully, she just chuckled at my question. “Of course I do, Paul. Now let me ask you a question. Have you ever been spanked?”

“Me? No, I’ve never…”

“Would you like to be?”

Would I? I honestly didn’t know the answer to that at that point. If she was the one spanking me I’d definitely be willing to try it. But I didn’t dare give that as my answer. “I uhhhh.”


“Hahaha, relax, Paul. I’m just teasing you. But I like the way your face gets all red when you’re embarrassed.”

“Ha! Well I’m glad I could amuse you.” I said.

“So when I asked you that question, did you automatically picture me spanking you?”

How did she know!

“I guess I did,” I admitted, “but only because you planted the idea.” I added quickly.

“And did the idea excite you?”

“E-excite me..?”

“I mean, did it turn you on?” It did. Of course it did, but I couldn’t admit that right away, I really only just met this woman. But the way she spoke so openly and candidly and the way her eyes seemed to pierce right through mine gave me the impression that lying to her would be pointless.

“I guess it did…A little.”

“That’s good to know.” She said, simply. “Now, I said tonight was on me so I’ll go and get the check while you get the car. That should give you time to ‘calm down’.”

She was of course referring to the erection that was beginning to grow beneath the table. I waited a couple of minutes before going out to the car, thinking about how once again she had simply told me what to do, and I was doing it without questioning her.

—

We said a polite goodnight to each other, followed by a chaste kiss on the cheek from her that seemed to warm my core, and we headed to our respective homes.

As I was lying in bed that evening, I couldn’t get the thought of her out of my head, that she was really a dominatrix, and she lived right next door. What was she doing to the people who came to see her?

I grabbed my phone and searched the internet for a term she had used earlier in the night. ‘Femdom’, short for female domination, and it didn’t take long before my hand made its way down beneath the sheets to my crotch and I was stroking myself to orgasm while skimming through pictures of women, often in black leather or latex, whipping and spanking men and women in various forms of bondage.

—

I watched throughout the week as people came and went from Kristina’s house next door, it seemed she had two or three clients a night on some nights, and I wondered just how much they were paying her. She obviously wasn’t short of money.

On Wednesday afternoon I was just pulling into my driveway after work, and could hear the sound of drilling and cursing coming through an open window at Kristina’s place. I knew the layout of her house would be identical to mine, so I guessed that she was doing some decorating in the small study off to the side of the entryway. I paused for a second and heard the sound of Kristina’s frustrated voice. “Oh for fucks sake!”

I decided to knock on the window and call through to see if she needed help with something, I couldn’t see into the room thanks to a thick black curtain that she kept mostly closed.

“Kristina? It’s me, Paul. You okay in there? Need some help?”

“Oh, Paul. Actually, yes. I’ll open the front door for you.”

I walked to the front of her house and waited until she opened the door. She was wearing a pair of tight black leggings that were covered in dust and what looked like an old t-shirt that hugged her boobs nicely. In one hand she had a cordless power drill.

“Hey Paul. I was just trying to install something on the ceiling in the spare room but I’m not tall enough to put enough pressure on the beam.”

“No problem, I can get it.” I said, stepping through her door and following her to the spare room. I shouldn’t have been surprised by what I saw, but I was.

The room was all decorated with reds and blacks and was clearly in the middle of being turned into some kind of kinky sex dungeon. There was a long padded bench with restraints attached to it, a chair that had a dust sheet covering it, but I could only assume it was designed with a particular purpose in mind. A large, padded wooden cross was affixed to one of the walls with restraints at each point of the cross. And one of the walls had a glass cabinet attached which contained a mixture of whips and paddles.

In the center of the room, there was a small step ladder which Kristina must have been using. “This is the only ladder I have to use, but I can’t quite reach the ceiling with it- Oh sorry.” She giggled a little as she saw me taking in the room. “I probably should have warned you.”

“No it’s fine…Don’t all people ask their neighbors to help them install something in their sex dungeons?” I said. “Either that or borrow a cup of sugar.”

“Hahaha, exactly. Anyway I just need to drill through the ceiling board here so I can apply a stud and an eyebolt.

I took the drill from her and stepped up onto the ladder, I was a little taller than her so I was able to drill through without much problem. A minute or two later I was screwing the eyebolt into place in the ceiling.

“So uh, what’s this for?” I asked as I finished up.

“Well, I can run a rope through the eyebolt up there and use it to restrain someone in the middle of the room. Make it easier to whip them from all sides. “ She explained as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “I already installed the others around the walls but I just can’t quite reach the ceiling.”

“Ah, obviously.” I said, looking around and seeing similar

“You ever been restrained before, Paul?” She asked, catching me a little off guard as I climbed down from the ladder.

“No, can’t say I have.”

“That’s a shame. Judging by your reactions at the restaurant the other night I think it’s something you might enjoy.”

“Umm, I don’t know I…” Would I enjoy it? Or did she just enjoy making all flustered like this.

“Oh come on, you have to at least be curious….come here a sec.” She beckoned me towards her with her hand and I followed, as I'm guessing she knew I would. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a short length of white rope. “You trust me, right?”

“Well I barely know you but….yeah. Sure.”

“Great, hold out your hands, wrists together.”

I did as she said, and watched as she expertly looped the rope around my two wrists twice, before quickly taking the loose ends and tying them around the center, effectively tying my wrists together, but she wasn’t done there. She led me by the loose ends of rope towards one of the walls which had an eye bolt already installed just slightly above my head. She lifted my hands up and threaded the excess rope through the eyebolt, I didn’t resist as she pulled the rope through the bolt and tied another knot, right in the centre of the rope between my wrists so that I wouldn’t be able to reach it with my hands.

“There, that should hold you.” She said with a smile, she was right. I gave a tug on the ropes, testing my bonds but with the knot out of reach of my fingers I was effectively immobilized…..and turned on.

“Umm, yeah. I guess I’m pretty stuck. Does this make me your prisoner?” I asked.

“I guess it does, but it looks like a part of you doesn’t mind.” She giggled a little as she looked down at the tent that was forming in my crotch.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I…I guess this is a turn on for me.” I said, “Who knew.”

“I think I did.” Kristina said with a knowing smile. “No need to apologize, Paul. I would have been disappointed if you’d had any other reaction. So, do you think you could get out of that?”

“Uhh, no.” I gave another tug on the rope but the eyebolt didn’t give at all and I couldn’t reach the knots in between my own wrists. “No, I don't think I can.”

“Really, three feet of rope and you're trapped. Wonder what else I could do to you now?” My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard at the thought of her having her way with me while I was effectively stuck against her wall. She could clearly sense how nervous I was.

“Hahaha, relax, Paul. I’m just teasing you. But tell me, after our dinner the other night, what did you do when you got home?” I wasn’t about to tell her that I spent the night pleasuring myself to videos of women dominating men.

“Umm, nothing really. I just watched some TV and went to bed.”

“Mmhmm, so you weren’t curious enough to look up any of the things we talked about?”

“Well I uhh..I mean I kind of…”

“So you did look something up?” She asked.

“Yeah I guess I did.”

“I thought so, which means you lied to me just then.” She said it as a statement.

“Sorry, I guess I was a little embarrassed to admit to my neighbor that I was watching porn in bed.”

“I can imagine. But you still need to be punished for lying. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you…this time. A simple time out should suffice. I’ll be back soon, Paul. Don’t go anywhere. Hahaha.”

She left! Kristina actually left the room, leaving me trapped with my hands above my head and an obvious erection still visible in my pants.

I pulled on the ropes again, but I already knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere until she came back and every pull reminded me that I was stuck and only served to turn me on. Kristiina only left me for about ten/fifteen minutes before she returned, but every minute was spent thinking about how easily she had taken control of me with just one small piece of rope.

“And how’s my prisoner doing?” She asked as she walked back into the room. “Still turned on I see.”

“I guess so.” I replied.

“Well, as much as I’d love to keep you here longer, I have a client coming over, so I suppose I’ll have to free you. But tell me, what have you learned?”

“Not to lie to you?” I said, a little unsure.

“Good boy.” She said, reaching up with one hand to pull the knot free, releasing from the wall.

“Thanks.” The first thing I did was adjust myself to hide the hardon.

“Thanks for your help today, Paul. I can’t wait to try it out. See you next time.” She said.

“Yeah, any time.” I said, and I meant it.


—

That evening was spent once again pleasuring myself, this time while thinking of Kristina and being trapped in her makeshift bondage room. I couldn’t believe how turned on I had gotten from the whole experience. This woman had lived here for one week and already I was finding myself completely enamored with her and couldn’t wait for our next encounter.



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