The New Neighbor- chapter 12 (Patreon)

The New Neighbor - chapter 12

Cleaning up while looking like I did was a new experience, and I couldn’t help but wonder how serious she was about that maid’s outfit she mentioned.

Kristina had left me to clean her house while she went and did some shopping, nothing too out of the ordinary, except for the fact that I had a pair of false boobs and a big fake ass. Not to mention the fact that my cock was crushed into a small chastity cage and hidden away behind a foam rubber pussy, which was also giving me a very prominent camel toe in the lycra shorts I had been squeezed into.

“Ah, there’s my little housewife.” Kristina said a while later when she returned from her shopping trip. “The place looks good. Clearly you’ve been busy.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I replied, blushing at being referred to as a housewife.

“Here you are,” Kristina dumped a few grocery bags onto the table, “Put these away, then I’ll take a coffee in the living room. There’s a good girl.” She patted me on my padded ass as she walked away, like I really was playing the role of a subservient housewife. And yet it turned me on something fierce.

I made her the coffee after putting away the shopping and took it to her while she was relaxing on the sofa in the living room. “Here you are, Mistress.”

“Hahaha, Sorry, I forgot about the camel toe for a second.” I blushed as I set the drink down.

“Anything else, Mistress?” I asked.

“Hmm, actually, while you’re here you could rub my feet for a while.”

I dropped to my knees in front of the sofa, resting my padded ass on my ankles as I settled down.

After a minute or two of my attempt at a foot massage, Kristina asked me. “How do you feel about feet, Paul?”

“Feet? You mean like, am I a foot fetishist type guy?”

“Yes, do they turn you on? Do you like worshipping them? Are you fantasizing about sticking my toes in your mouth and sucking them?”

“Umm, no, not really. Your feet are nice but I’ve never really been into feet.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to fix that somehow. I like a man who likes to worship my feet.”

“Well I don’t mind doing it for you.” I replied, honestly.

“Yes, but I want you to like it too, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you love my feet as much as the rest of me before too long.” She sounded confident in her statement, which left me wondering about whether or not she could actually train me to love her feet.

After enjoying my massage for a while, Kristina told me (ordered me) it was time to start dinner. I was confident in my ability to prepare the proposed meal, so I worked happily away in the kitchen while Kristina kept me company. Asking questions about how I prepared the sauce and how I used the remainder from the pan to make a nice creamed spinach.

She seemed impressed as we sat down to eat.

At some point while eating our dinner, I saw Kristina look over at me and giggle. “What is it?” I asked.

“You have something on your tits.” She replied.

I looked down to see a splodge of peppercorn sauce had dropped onto my boobs. Given their rubbery nature, I hadn’t felt it.

“Oh shit.” I quickly wiped the sauce off the top of my boob with my finger and licked it off without thinking.

“Hahaha, you are such a slut!” Kristina said as she watched my accidentally erotic display.

“Oh. Ha, sorry I didn’t realize.” I said, blushing at what I had just done.

“Right…. I think you’re just a slutty tease. Clearly you were made for this look.”

“Mmmm, that was delicious, Paulette. And you looked so good jiggling your big ass around the kitchen while making it. Maybe I should keep you like that for a while longer. But there is so much more we need to do. So I suppose I should let you get changed back into something less feminine. But first. Come here.” She beckoned me around to her side of the kitchen table, sliding her chair out a little and spreading her legs.

To my surprise, she patted her knee. “Come, sissy. Sit on my lap for a second.”

I carefully lowered my padded behind onto her knee, I weighed significantly more than her, especially with the extra padding. It felt strange for me to be perched on her knee, I felt feminine and….weak? Subservient? Right then, I was the girly one in the relationship.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” I followed her order and locked my fingers behind her head. I felt like a flirty college girl in this position. One of Kristina’s hands was slowly rubbing one of my thighs through the lycra of the tight short, slowly getting closer and closer to my crotch.

Kristina leaned in and kissed me, hard. The action sent my arousal into overdrive. Her other hand was kneading the fake flesh of my ass while she rubbed closer to my crotch and the caged, hidden cock beneath.

She traced one finger up the cleft of the pussy imprinted against the shorts. The feeling was dulled heavily by the padding of the prosthetic and the cage. So dulled that I could barely feel it, but it was enough to send my arousal skyrocketing. I moaned into her mouth as we made out with me perched on her lap.

I was squirming around on her knee as she stroked my fake pussy. I was being felt up like a teenage girl and I was already desperate for more.

When she broke the kiss, I was panting and desperate, squirming on her lap. “Is my little slut getting horny?”

“Yes Mistress!” I panted in reply.

“Of course you are.” She gave my ass a slap, causing the cheek to bounce around a little. “But it’s time to get changed, I don’t want you getting too attached to your sissy side. Go upstairs, I’ll come help you get undressed in a moment.

—

It felt weird to be returned to my own, usual build after walking around all day with my tits and ass bouncing and pulling on me. I had also spent the last two days dressed pretty much completely feminine, it was weird to be emerging from the bathroom wearing a pair of my own, male underwear after showering off.

“Well look at you, all manly.” Kristina said as I joined her in the bedroom.

“Right, apart from being completely smooth, you mean?” I replied.

“Yes, well. I like my men smooth, it feels so much better when I rub up against them. Don’t you agree?” There was a teasing lilt in her eyes as she asked.

“Well I wouldn’t know, there hasn’t been much ‘rubbing’ on my part.”

“Haha, no I guess not. I’m guessing you’re pretty horny after the last two days?”

“Very!”

“Of course you are. But I wonder just how desperate you are. Would you like me to release you from the chastity cage?”

“Yes please…Mistress.” I added the ‘Mistress’ quickly, almost forgetting in my desperation.

“What would you be willing to trade me for a little time out of the cage?”

“Umm, what would you like?” I asked.

Her reply was a simple two words. “Your cock.”

“Unlock it and it’s yours.” I replied, eagerly.

“Hahaha, I don’t think you understand. I want to own your cock. I want you to tell me that it belongs to me.”

“What will that mean exactly? You know it’s attached to me, right?”

“Of course. Don’t worry, it will remain attached to you, it just won’t belong to you anymore. It will belong to me, which means I get to do what I want with it. Tell me I own your cock and I’ll let it out of the cage for a while.”

“Okay, it’s yours.” I replied, still not fully understanding what this would entail.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“Mistress Kristina, my cock belongs to you.” I replied, hoping that was enough.

Thankfully, she smiled in response. “Great. Now, on the bed. I want to play with my new cock.”

I laid on the bed in just my boxers and Kristina crawled on after me. She pushed my arms up out of the way towards the two corner bedposts. I should have seen the ropes coming. Both my wrists were quickly tied to the bed posts. “Don’t want you getting tempted to try and touch my cock now, do we?” Kristina said, chuckling. With a swift motion, my boxers were pulled out of the way, exposing my caged cock.

Kristina produced the key to my chastity cage, dangling it above my helpless body. “You may not realize what this means just yet, but you will. I own your cock now, which means that you don’t get to touch it unless I allow it. It doesn’t get hard, unless I allow it. And it damn sure doesn’t cum without my permission.”

She inserted the key and removed the small cage, allowing my cock to become erect for the first time since last night. She stroked my shaft once, teasing me, causing me to stir and pull against the bonds.

“Now, what should I do with my new cock?” She scratched just under the sensitive head with one of her finger nails. “Do I want it to cum today? What do you think, Paul?”

I thought carefully about my answer. “Umm, I guess it’s up to you, Mistress. It’s your cock after all.” That felt like the right answer.

“Haha, good answer, pet. It is my cock. So maybe I’ll just tease it for a while, then lock it back up.” She was stroking me slowly, teasing me with both her touch and her words.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” I said, hopefully.

“Haha, yes, I’m sure you would. But it’s my cock now. So you don’t get a say in it. Do you?”

“N-no, Mistress.”

She increased the speed of her stroking, drawing me nearer to the climax I was desperate for. “Is my cock going to cum?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Then her hand disappeared. “Nnnooo.” I writhed in my bonds, pulling against the wrist straps desperately, but my orgasm was receding, with no stimulation I would be going over the edge.

“Too bad, slave. I decided I don’t want my cock to cum tonight. I’ll go grab an ice pack and get you locked back up.” She smiled devilishly, daring me to protest.

I sighed in defeat and replied. “Yes, Mistress.”

I gasped in shock as my crotch was covered with a freezing cold ice pack, shrinking it down to size so she could squeeze it back into the cage. “There we go, all locked up, safe and sound.” Kristina said when I was secured back in the cage. “Seeing as I have you here, I might as well make use of your tongue.”

Kristina pulled a strip of black fabric over my eyes, blinding me. I heard the shuffling of fabric as she removed her panties and climbed up to straddle my head, I felt her knees dent into the mattress at either side of me. My previously frozen penis was already waking back up as I inhaled her aroused scent and felt the heat of her sex as she lowered herself onto my mouth.

Kristina spent the next five or ten minutes aggressively riding my face. All I could do was work to keep my tongue stiff so she could grind against it. I listened as her moans increased in volume and frequency until she came hard on my tongue.

By the time she was finished, half my face was coated in her juices. She removed the blindfold from me when she had crawled off and pulled down her shirt to hide herself, I still wasn’t given the privilege of seeing any part of her naked.

Before she untied my hands, she grabbed the underwear she had been wearing and used them to wipe my face somewhat clean. “You can take these to bed with you…” Kristina said, pulling open the panties and placing them over my head, pulling the front panel down over my nose. “...I want you to get used to the smell of my arousal. Eventually, you’ll crave it.” She unclipped the restraints from my wrists, freeing me.

I left the panties on my head as I crawled off of Kristina’s bed. “Make sure you wear your nightdress. I like the way it looks on you.” Kristina added with a smile. The nightdress was hanging on the door of her wardrobe ready and waiting for me.

I pulled it over my head, once again feeling the soft silk rubbing against me, wondering if the night dress would be a permanent fixture in my sleeping attire. The smell of Kristina was emanating strongly from the underwear wrapped around my head and my cock strained against the bars of the cage as I crawled between the bars of my own.

Kristina bid me goodnight and then locked the cage after confirming I didn’t need the bathroom. Sleep took a while to take me that night. I took the worn panties off of my head but the scent and flavor of her was still present on my tongue and the faint aroma had permeated the receptors in my nose.

I couldn’t help but wonder what the idea was behind her comments about me ‘craving’ her scent. Was that possible? I knew if this habit carried on, I would be very familiar with her scent by the end of this trial period.

I fell asleep with the underwear lying next to me on the pillow, its scent still present as I closed my eyes.

—

As usual, I woke up a little before Kristina in the morning, so I grabbed my phone and browsed the internet for a while, waiting for her to wake up. Thirty minutes or so later I heard movement on the mattress above me as she slowly woke up. I listened as her feet padded out of the room, no doubt to use the bathroom. I expected her to open up the cage and release me when she had taken care of her morning needs, but that clearly wasn’t her plan for today.

“Paul, are you awake?” I could hear her voice but she made no move to open the sheet that was covering the cage from view.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, I feel like a little time to myself this morning, so I think I’m going to leave you in your cage for a while. If you need to use the bathroom, tell me now.”

I had no idea how long she planned to keep me in the cage, so I decided I’d better go relieve myself of what I could now. “Yeah, I guess I’d better go now.”

Kristina opened the cage and let me out to use the restroom but she was standing by the bed waiting for me when I returned, holding the cage door open. “Come on, subby, back in your cage.” I crawled back between the bars of my cage/bed and Kristina locked the door behind me. “I’ll let you out if I have need of you. Have fun, slave.” I listened as her footsteps faded out.

So this was captivity….I mean, it could be worse, I was comfortable, warm enough. I had my phone with a charger cable running down from behind her bed. All in all, not a bad cage. But I was still locked in, and mentally, the fact that I couldn’t crawl out from under Kristina’s bed without her say so was an incredible turn on. As soon as I heard the bedroom door close my cock tried to harden in the cage. I knew that if I wasn’t caged then I would be touching myself and searching for porn on the internet by now.

But I had given my cock to Kristina, so I wasn’t allowed to touch it…or do anything else with it really. That thought caused it to twitch even more, pressing tightly against the bars.

I had to distract myself by checking my work emails on my phone, but there was nothing in my inbox that really warranted a reply. Just a reminder about the party tonight. I would be taking Kristina to meet everyone from work. I would have to remember not to accidentally call her Mistress while introducing her. That would be embarrassing. And again, that thought caused me to try and get hard again. Turned on by the idea of accidentally humiliating myself in front of people.

I checked some sports news and highlights, watched some random videos on the internet and even fell asleep for another hour or so. I was woken up by a sudden light flooding my sleeping area.

“Slave. Get out here, I need you.” Kristina’s voice rang out as I heard the cage door unlock. I gathered my bearings and quickly crawled out to see Kristina just sitting in her makeup chair. “Come and worship my feet while I do my makeup.” She said, not looking back at me as she gave her order.

“Yes, Mistress.” I said as I crawled towards her. I had to squeeze myself underneath her makeup table to gain access to both her feet. She was wearing a flowing, wrap-around skirt that had an uneven length hem and a short sleeved shirt that showed just a hint of her midriff.. She was clearly planning on going somewhere. As I started my attempt at a massage I noticed a small, thin, silver chain around her right ankle. A chain that had a small silver key attached. I paused as I realized what it was I was looking at.

“Have you noticed my new ankle bracelet, slave?”

“Yeah…Is that…?”

“The key to my new cock? It is. Better hope that chain doesn’t break while I’m walking around, haha. It would be a shame if I couldn’t take my new cock out to play some time.” Kristina chuckled as she teased me while I got aroused at the terrifying thought of her losing that key.

“Just so you know I’ll be heading out to meet a friend for coffee shortly. I won’t be gone too long. I brought you a bottle of water and a muffin for breakfast.”

“Thanks, I was starting to get a little peckish…so does that mean I’m…”

“Staying locked in your cage, yes. Problem?” She asked, pausing her makeup application to look down at me.

“Nope…errr, no, Mistress.” I replied as my cock surged again as I looked at her mischievous smile. “So, what about the key? Won’t people notice? What if someone asks about it?”

“Then I suppose I could just tell them it’s just a bracelet and that it doesn’t mean anything much. Or maybe I’ll tell them it’s the key to my neighbor's chastity cage, because I own his cock now. I guess it all depends on what mood I’m in…or who I’m talking to.”

My god I was getting horny at hearing her reply, and the weirdest thing was that I fully believed her. Kristina had never been shy about what she’s into, so it wasn’t so unbelievable that she would tell someone else about it.

“Speaking of…..How’s my cock doing this morning?” Kristina interrupted my aroused musings.

“It’s…..feeling a little constrained actually. Even more so right now.” I answered, honestly.

“Haha, good. I want it to miss me while I’m gone.”

I carefully rubbed and massaged her feet as she finished her makeup, when she was done she parted her legs slightly so she could look down at me. “Hmm…. pucker up!” She said, holding out a tube of brightly colored lipstick.

I pursed my lips as Kristina reached down with the lipstick and applied it to me. When she was satisfied with that, she raised the ankle with the chain and key and pointed to a spot right above where the key was dangling. “Kiss.” She said, a one word command.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the spot near her ankle, when I pulled my head back there was a clear imprint of my lips right where the key to my chastity cage hung.

Kristina turned her ankle from side to side a little to admire the finished product. “Perfect. Now if someone asks about the key and I can tell them that I took your cock away from you and made you kiss it goodbye before I left.” She smiled as she stood aside and let me crawl back to my cage, still in the silky nightdress, and now with the remainder of the lipstick still present on my face. I watched from my cage as Kristina slipped into a pair of strappy brown sandals, the chain and my kiss mark still visible. “Okay, subby boy. I won’t be long.” Kristina swished the sheet back down, hiding the cage from view again as I listened to her walk away.

So that was how I spent the next hour, wondering how long she would be and ruminating on the fact that she was keeping me locked in a cage, only letting me out so I could rub her feet while she tormented me. At least she left me a drink and a snack within reach this time.

I killed some time with an ebook on my phone for a while until I heard the front door open, Kristina was back. I felt myself get a little excited at her return, just a small rush of giddiness at the thought of her coming up to see me or release me from my cage.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and voices….plural. Kristina had brought her friend back with her!

I heard Kristina’s voice, followed by another female, it sounded like she had come to borrow something.

“You really didn’t have to give them to me now, the party I’m going to isn’t for another week.” The strange voice said.

“Oh it’s no trouble, you’re better off taking them with you now anyway. Who knows what I could be doing next week.” Kristina replied.

“Fair point. Thanks again.” The voices sounded like they were coming from right next to my cage. I was strangely conscious of the sound of my own breathing and my heartbeat as I tried to stay as quiet as possible. How would this friend of Kristina’s react if she discovered a man in a cage beneath her bed.

“No problem at all, Take a seat on the bed and I’ll dig them out for you.” I felt the mattress shift as whoever the mystery woman was sat on the edge of Kristina’s bed.

I knew Kristina was doing this on purpose, just to tease me, or test me. From what I had heard, Kristina had insisted on her friend coming up to borrow whatever it was right now, and even told her to sit on the bed. Right above where I was caged.

“Ah-ha! Found them.” Kristina said.

“Oh thanks! They’re perfect. Mind if I try them on here?”

“Sure thing.” Kristina said as I heard the sound of something being deposited on the floor just on the other side of the sheet. I assumed the girlfriend was here to borrow a pair of shoes.

“How do they look?”

“Perfect. I’m sure they’ll go great with that strappy dress you showed me.” Kristina replied.

“Me too. Thanks again, Kris. I owe ya one.”

I heard the girl try on the shoes, walk around a few steps, and then sit back on the bed to take them off. Then she said something that caused my breath to catch in my throat. “So, what’s with the key around your ankle? That like, a symbol for something or…?”

“Ohhh, my new ankle bracelet….” I braced myself for Kristina’s reply. “Just something I thought was nice.” I released my breath in a relieved sigh but my cock was pounding against the cage. The thought of hearing Kristina tell her friend about me was a huge turn on…apparently. “The lipstick mark is just a transfer. Thought it looked cute.”

“Cool, well, anyways I’d better go. Thanks again for the shoes.”

I heard both women leave the room, my heart pounding and cock pulsing. The thought of being discovered here was sending all sorts of horny messages to my brain.

A few minutes later, the sheet was lifted up and the cage unlocked. “Come on out, slave.” Kristina said.

I crawled out and stood up slowly, still in the night dress, still with lipstick on my mouth. “Thanks, Mistress.” I said, glad to be out of my temporary prison. But not as glad as I was to see her.

“You seem pleased to see me.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah, I guess I missed you while I was stuck under there. Also, I know what you were doing there.” I said.

Kristina smiled that smile, the one that let me know she was up to something. “Whatever do you mean?” She said, voice filled with mock innocence.

“Insisting that your friend come up to borrow some shoes, telling her to sit on the bed.”

“Hahaha, you got me. But tell me. How did that make you feel?”

“Scared….and horny. Pretty much how most things you do make me feel.” I answered.

“Mmhmm, and what about when she asked about the key. What did you think then?”

I blushed a little before I responded as I thought back to what I was feeling when that question was asked. “I….I don’t know.”

“Really? Because I think, judging by your reaction, that a small part of you may have wanted me to tell her what the key was really for. I think the idea of me exposing you like that turned you on. In fact, I’ll bet that cock of mine is trying to get hard right now, isn’t it?”

“How do you do that?” I said.

“Because horny men are my specialty, Paul. And I know how to read them.” She certainly did.

“Now then. We’d better go and have something proper to eat. We have a party to go to…..”

End part 12