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I woke up again at 2:30 AM. I’ve been having strange dreams lately that had startled me awake. It was hard for me to get back to sleep, so I slipped out of my bed and padded to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I was standing at the sink in my unlit kitchen, staring out the window above the sink, I noticed the glow of light through the above-ground basement window of my neighbor’s house.

I paused to look as I sipped the water. A slight view of the basement was visible through the gap where the curtains came together, and the sight of a woman who appeared to be naked caught my attention. At first, I thought I was seeing things and wondering what was in that water that I just drank. But then the breeze through the open window made the curtains flutter and part enough for me to catch a better glimpse of the woman whose arms were bound with a thick rope coiled around them and held over her head.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed with astonishment. I had read about stuff like that before. I am a gutsy woman, but I had never tried anything like that. And I had never seen it happening in front of my eyes, until now.

Now I was wide-eyed and awake. I set the glass down and stepped outside on the back deck to get a better view. I had forgotten that all I was wearing was my panties until the night air caressed my skin and turned my nipples hard with goosebumps rising everywhere else. I shivered, but I was too enthralled in what was going on behind that basement window less than thirty feet away. The clouds were thickening overhead, and there were flashes of lightning off in the distance, suggesting an approaching storm.

At first, I thought the sound I faintly heard was just the wind, but then I realized the rhythmic whooshing sound was too loud and regular to be the breeze. The sound of female cries, groans, and whimpers followed each whoosh.

If I had any sense, I would have gone back in the house, but instead, I crept across the short space of grass that ran between our properties to the open basement window. The recently watered grass was wet and spongy beneath my bare feet.

All I knew about my neighbor was that he was a single profession man in his mid-thirties. He bought the old Victorian house a little more than a month ago. The house hadn’t been lived in for nearly two years and was in dire need of repair. He had caught my attention when I first saw him with the realtor. He was strikingly handsome and seemed charismatic in the way he carried himself when dealing with the real estate agent, who was a woman seemingly more into him than she was in selling the house.

I could see the flickering shadows of a person moving about behind the curtains, but now that they were closed, I could not see inside. I moved closer until my face was nearly against the window screen. Suddenly the whooshing and whimpers stopped.

The storm came on quickly. I could feel the sprinkles on my back, and I decided it would be wise to return to my house before the clouds opened up. The clock read 3:10 when I returned to bed. But I couldn’t sleep a wink. I fantasized about what it would be like to be dominated by a man like my new neighbor, and I didn’t even know his name. I hoped to meet him soon to get to know him better. I’m blonde, sexy, and easy to like. Maybe he might like what he sees in me.

I was still awake when my alarm went off at 6:30. Crawling out of bed, I headed for the shower. The images from a few hours ago remained etched in my brain. Standing naked under the hot spray, I continued fantasizing about being naked before my mysterious neighbor and letting him have his way with me. I would have gotten myself off in the shower if I had the time, but I had to rush to get ready to catch my ride with my carpooling friend.

While I waited at the front door for my ride to show up, I glanced next door and noticed the woman I’d seen earlier in the basement leaving the house. She was a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman, wearing a classy red dress, a stylish large-brim hat, and red heels. She was a woman of wealth and probably married as well as I noticed the diamond bling on her finger when she opened the door of the silver Mercedes that sat in the driveway, and gingerly lowered herself into the driver’s seat. I wondered if her husband knew what she was doing last night. It seemed so elicit and bizarre.

My surveillance was interrupted when my ride pulled up. We chatted on the way to the office, but I made no mention of what I saw. I wouldn’t even know how to explain it. With my lack of sleep, I was tired from the start, and the day was long and dreary with another storm on its way. The only thing that kept me awake was my thoughts of last night.

When I was about to leave for the day, my carpooling friend had to work late. I didn’t want to wait, so I grabbed my umbrella and headed for the bus stop to catch the bus that would drop me off a couple of blocks from my house. While I was waiting for the bus, the rain started coming down. I stood under my umbrella for ten minutes, waiting for the bus to arrive while the wind was blowing the rain in every direction. I could feel it hitting my legs and soaking my stockings and heels.

The unrelenting rain beat against the bus windows at times, proving how strong the wind was getting on my way home. Along the way, my mind filled with thoughts of what I witnessed the night before. The man next door intrigued me, and I thought about ways of introducing myself to him. I thought of bringing him a casserole to welcome him to the neighborhood.

The bus came to my stop. I grabbed my things and exited the bus. The moment I stepped off the bus and opened my umbrella, a strong gust of wind pulled it from my hands, and it went flying like a kite and got stuck in a tree. Fuck! Now I had to walk the two blocks in the rain that was intensifying. When I got to my front door, I searched through my purse for my house keys. To my horror, I realized that I had left them on the kitchen counter in my rush to leave. Panicked, I ran around to the back door, but found the back door locked as well.

I headed back to the front of my house, and I heard, “Hey there! What are you doing in the rain? Are you locked out?”

Turning, I saw that my neighbor had just pulled up his driveway and stopped alongside me.

“Yes,” I admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed to meet him this way.

“Come inside and get out of the rain,” he said and gestured toward his opening garage door. I followed him into the attached garage as he stepped out of his car.

“My, you’re soaked! How long had you been standing in the rain?”

“Not long, I just got here,” I answered, feeling self-conscious as water dripped from my hair and my dress onto the garage floor.

“First, let’s get you dried off. We can figure out how to break into your house later. By the way, I’m John. As you probably know, I moved in about a month ago. Sorry that I’ve been unsociable, I’ve been pretty busy fixing this old place up to make it livable again.”

“Hello, John. I’m Beverly. I’m just as guilty. I’ve been wanting to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood, but with work and all…”

“I understand. This is a strange way to meet, but I could never turn down a damsel in distress.”

“That’s a nice way to put it,” I said, smiling.

We shook hands and he led me through the inner door of the garage that led through the laundry room. “Stay here, and I’ll get you a towel and see if I can find you something to wear,” he said and disappeared through the kitchen. Up close he was more gorgeous than from afar, and so nice to me too. John returned a couple of minutes later with a large bath towel and a white cotton bathrobe.

“The best I can do,” he said. “You can throw your wet things into the drier if you like. Otherwise, you can just hang your clothes on the hooks on the wall here. I’ll make some coffee while you change. You can close this door for some privacy. Come into the kitchen when you’re ready.”

I pulled the door closed between the laundry room and the kitchen and proceeded to change. Thoughts of what I saw in his basement raced through my mind as I took my wet clothes off and dried my hair and body. I didn’t want to mess with the knobs on the dryer, so I hung my dress, bra, panties, and stocking on the hooks, and pushed my wet heels into the corner of the room. Then I put on the robe. It was large for me. I sniffed the collar and I could smell his scent on it. Then I fastened the sash around my waist and walked into the kitchen. John was pouring two mugs of steaming coffee when I walked in. He smiled when he saw me wearing his robe.

“It’s a little big on me,” I said as I tried pulling it together to keep my boobs from falling out.

“It looks much better on you,” he said. “Cream and sugar?”

“Just a shot of cream, please.”

I sat at the breakfast nook while he stood on the other side. We flirted and got acquainted as we sipped our coffee. He was charming, smart, and he was good to me. He was a captivating man. I felt drawn to him in a big way, and even more so when I thought about what he does in his basement.

Before we knew it, it had become dark outside. Looking at the kitchen clock, I noticed that it was already past nine. “Thank you very much for your hospitality, John, but I should be getting back to my house,” I said, not wanting to overstay my welcome.

“Have you forgotten that you’re still locked out?” he mentioned.

Looking out the window, we could see a steady rain falling. “Why don’t you stay here until morning and we can get a locksmith over in the morning to unlock your door,” John suggested. I noticed him smiling, and I couldn’t help smiling back.

I went with my urge to lean over the breakfast nook and kiss him. When I did, he said, “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to show you my appreciation for being so nice to me,” I softly replied as I stood up and partly opened my robe.

“No, honey, you don’t have to do that,” he said while eyeing my body.

“Am I not attractive to you?” I said while opening the robe further and exposing my nipples to him.

“Quite the opposite. You’re young, beautiful, and you have a killer body… but we’re neighbors. It might complicate things.”

“Okay,” I said and closed my robe with a slight pout on my lips.

“It’s getting late. Let me show you to the guest room.” He took me upstairs and pointed out where the bathroom was before he led me into the tidy guest bedroom that had a queen-size four-post bed.

“You’ve had a trying day. Try to get some sleep,” John said, and kissed me on the cheek. He closed the door behind him as he left me to myself.

I never realized how exhausted I was until I took off the robe and slipped into bed. The moment my head hit the pillow, I was gone.

I was awakened from a deep sleep in the early morning hours by a loud clap of thunder. I was confused at first by the unfamiliar surroundings but then realized where I was. Lying still and listening, I could see the brilliant flashes of lightning followed by loud crashes of thunder. I watched nature’s light show through the transom windows above the blinds for a few minutes before rolling over and closing my eyes, but I found it difficult to go back to sleep. After tossing and turning, I got up, slipped on the bathrobe, and made my way to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.

A nightlight in the hallway made it easy for me to find my way. I could hear the soft drone of John snoring coming from behind the doors of the master bedroom as I passed by. After I left the bathroom, I went downstairs for a glass of water. The kitchen area was dark, but there was a small light on in the living room. I noticed the shelving on the wall filled with books. I wandered over and looked at some titles. As my eyes were passing over the books, my knee bumped into an open drawer on the cabinet below.

I looked down and noticed a leather handle sticking out from the drawer. Curious as to what it was, I opened the drawer further and noticed that it was an ornate riding crop. I also saw a neatly wrapped length of rope in the drawer. I moved it aside to tuck the crop back into the drawer and found another surprise in the drawer, a leather harness with a red ball attached. My suspicions about John was becoming very real to me.

I walked into the hallway and found the door to the basement. I had to know what was down there. Opening the door slowly, I spotted the light switch to the basement. All that was visible when I flipped the light on were the wooden stairs and the dark paneled walls that made a sharp turn to the right halfway down. I listened for any movements upstairs before I made my way down to the bottom landing. The basement was dark except for the light offered by an occasional flash of lightning.

Venturing a little further, I walked across the cold concrete floor into the open expanse of the basement. The lightning flashed, and I saw the pull string for the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it. The dim glow of the light allowed me to see my way around.

I noticed a stout rope with a metal link tied to the end. It was just above my head. The rope hung from a box that was attached to the cross beam above. It had wires running into the enclosure, and I was guessing it operated by an electric motor attached to a pulley of some sort. Looking further around the room, I could see other straps and leather restraints lying on the bench by the wall.

I saw a leather mask of some sort. Picking it up, I could see that it was a hood with only a hole in the middle where a person’s nose would be. There were a series of leather laces running up the back where the hood tightened in place, I surmised. A shiver ran up my spine as I stared at the expressionless mask. I wondered if he used it on the woman he had down here last night.

I looked at other objects on the shelves above the bench. I saw a pair of wicked-looking nipple clamps with a chain running between them. I noticed another crop, and I picked it up. The leather straps fell limply from the woven leather handle.

This crop must be what made the whooshing sounds that I heard last night, thinking to myself as I ran my hand through the soft leather tendrils. The leather felt surprisingly supple as I repeatedly stroked it across my hand and forearm.

“Would you like to feel it against your body?” a deep voice came from the darkness behind me. I was so startled I dropped the crop and jumped nearly a foot off the floor. Two strong hands held me firmly by the shoulders, preventing me from turning around. I felt my face turn flush with embarrassment.

“My dear Beverly, what are we going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically.

I remained quiet, doubting that the question was open to suggestions.

“I see that you find this interesting, my dear,” he said in a calm yet commanding voice. “Would you like a lesson?”

“Um, a lesson?”

“You may find it exciting to be bound and dominated. Have you ever been tied, giving up control and let a man have his way with you?”

Although I had fantasized about this, it frightened me. “Um… No,” was all I could muster.

“Good! You need to feel the exhilaration of having ropes wrapped around your limbs, holding you still. Then I am going to give you a little taste of domination since you’ve been caught snooping around where you shouldn’t have been. You need to be punished, young lady.”

He felt me shaking. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll go gently with you,” he said in an attempt to ease my fears. He turned me around to face him. He looked taller than before, his eyes were narrow, and his voice was brash. He was not the same man I was with earlier. “Now take off the robe,” he demanded.

It seemed strange that only hours ago, I opened my robe and offered my pussy to him, and he refused. So this must be his thing. Dominating and controlling a naked and vulnerable woman is what turns him on, I rationalized and took the robe off.

Standing naked before his lingering eyes with my nipples turning taut and goosebumps rising on my skin from the damp chill of the basement, he said, “Hold out your hands.” I hesitated for a moment, and he said, “Trust me.”

I could see that he was wearing a bathrobe, the same as I was wearing. As a distraction, I wondered if he was naked under it as he placed my palms together and wrapped a soft rope around my wrists just below my thumbs. He laid one end lengthwise along my forearms so it would lie under the wraps of rope. Being very careful and precise in his work of binding me, he lined my hands and continued to wrap my wrists and forearms.

“I like to use a lot of wraps to minimize the bruising from the rope,” he explained as he completed the wrapping and pulled the two ends to tighten the bundle of rope around my wrists.

“We can’t send you out into the world with visible marks on your body,” he said while pulling the ends together and made a loop that projected past my fingers.

John walked me over to the rope that hung from the mechanical box above. “I’m going to hook you up now,” he said to let me know what was coming next as he lowered the rope with a remote switch. My body began to shake as I watched things gain momentum. I felt like I was already under his control, and I couldn’t stop the wheels from turning. He lifted my arms and attached the loop above my fingers to the clasp on the hook.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He pressed a button on the remote again. I heard the sound of the motor whirring as the rope began to lift the hook. It moved very slowly, drawing my arms up over my head. I felt the strain in my arms, shoulders, back, and sides as my muscles stretched. I felt the heels of my feet rise from the floor, and since I wasn’t directly under the box, my toes dragged across the concrete until they rose into the air. I found myself swaying back and forth as I hung from the ceiling.

John put his warm hands on my waist to stop me from swaying. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“Strenuous,” I replied.

He laughed and said, “You’ll get used to it after a while.” Then he lowered the hook to set my feet back on the cold concrete floor. “You’re doing fine, Beverly,” he whispered and stepped closer until he was brushing up against my back. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, and I remained motionless. His hand stroked my sides.

“You’re mine now. You have no will of your own,” he whispered hotly against my ear.

I felt embarrassed and ashamed for getting caught snooping, but worse yet, terrified at what he was about to do. My heart was beating hard against my chest, and I could feel the blood rush through my veins. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. My knees buckled involuntarily. He raised the hook a few inches as he felt me sinking. I was now teetering on my toes.

John produced a blindfold and slipped it over my eyes and wrapped it securely around my head. I felt numb, as if in shock, yet strangely excited and aroused. A hundred thoughts raced through my mind when he said, “If you want to play the part of a curious intruder, my pet, you must learn how to accept discipline, and of course…punishment.”

He traced his fingers over my quivering lips, and I felt shivers of delight radiating from his touch. His hand moved down my stretched torso, stroking both breasts as he fondled me and made my nipples tingle. Running his hand slowly down my belly to my groin, he ran his fingers between my thighs and briefly rubbed my slit. My head fell back, and I groaned, naked, helpless and vulnerable, hanging from a hook. It felt sinfully erotic. My body was buzzing, and I didn’t want him to stop.

“You are very wet, my pet,” he commented. “You must find this to be sexually arousing. Do you want me to rub your pussy for you?”

“Yes… Please!” I found myself saying.

“Then you must promise not to cum. If you do, I will flog you. Understood?”

“Yes! Please rub my pussy…” I huffed as feelings and sensations spiked in my body.

He stood behind me, and I felt his hand reach between my thighs. His fingers began rubbing my wet slit, spreading me open, letting the juices run out of my pussy and trickle down my thighs as his fingers went in. “Oh-yes, oh – god… Ohhhhh…” My body started shaking, my belly tightened and began to undulate as my orgasm burst into waves of ecstasy. “Oh, Yesss – Oh, Yesss!” My cries echoed from the walls of the basement.

He pulled his fingers out of me and said, “What’s this?” as he put his fingers under my nose. I was shaking too much to speak. “Open your fucking mouth and clean my fingers, you dirty little cunt!” he demanded with a sudden meanness in his voice.

I was beginning to learn the definition of being dominated. His verbal humiliation added to it. I did as John said. He stuck his fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them clean. I thought I had satisfied his sudden anger, but he was just getting started.

He left me and came back a second later. “What did I tell you about cumming?” he said as he stood behind me.

“You told me not to!” I said, feeling tears of fear forming under my blindfold. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next, but I found out a moment later when I heard the whoosh of his crop and felt it strike my ass. It surprised me from the way it stung and made me yelp. Watching it happen to someone else made it look sexy and erotic. But when it happened to me, all I could feel was the sting. Then there was silence. I waited, cringing for another blow. It came seconds later, and harder, stinging both cheeks of my ass, and I groaned from the pain.

He gave me a few more lashes across my back. Then he raised me to where my toes were no longer touching the floor. I felt the pull on my muscles as my body swayed suspended in the air. A moment later, he came around and lashed my tits. With the blindfold on I never saw it coming, and it stung like the dickens, bringing a painful screech from my mouth. He laid another one across my belly, and I whimpered and gave myself over to him. He saw my submission and he changed his tactic by feathering the leather tendrils gently over my tits and belly. Then he moved behind me and did the same to my back and my ass. It was soothing and helped me to regain my trust in him.

“By the way, was that you at my window last night?” he asked, sending another shiver of embarrassment up my spine for being caught for that act of indiscretion as well. I wondered how much he knew as I debated whether to confess. If I say yes, he might flog me for confessing to it. If I say no, he might flog me for lying.

He came around to the front of me and twisted my nipples so hard the pain shot deep into my chest. “Answer me, cunt!” he yelled, and I shook from the angry sound of his tone.

“Yes! Yes! It was me!” I cried and begged him to stop twisting my nipples.

He finally let go, but the burning pain remained. “I thought you said you would be gentle with me,” I cried.

“I am being gentle with you. Would you like to know what it feels like if I get rough?”

“No! Please! This is all I can take! My arms are killing me! Please let me down!” I begged.

John laughed and walked away. I heard his footsteps moving toward the workbench. Then I heard the strike of a match. I couldn’t see anything from the blindfold, and I had a horrible thought of him setting my hair on fire. “What are you doing?” I cried out.

He didn’t answer, but a moment later I heard him walk over to me and stopped in front of me. I felt completely vulnerable suspended in this manner. Upon his return, I felt his foot against the insides of my feet as he spread my legs and fastened leather straps around my ankles. I could feel the restraint of a solid bar connecting and widening the distance between my feet. Then he hoisted me higher.

“What are you going to do to me?” I blurted out.

“I’m glad you asked that question, my pet. What would you like me to do to you? I have a variety of devices in my makeshift dungeon that we can play with. I can spank you a dozen different ways. I have a variety of cylindrical devices that can fill any opening of your body. I have a dildo on a drill. I have a mechanical fucking machine that I am sure you would enjoy. I can attach electrodes to your nipples and one to your clit and see how much voltage you can endure. Perhaps you’d like a little bit of everything.”

He was telling me things I’d never heard of before. I didn’t know how to respond to his sudden candor. Some of it scared me, and being helpless as I felt at the moment, the thought of being violated in such sadistic ways by this man whom I barely know was more than frightening. He left me hoisted in the air and walked back to his bench. A moment later, he came back and asked me if I could guess what he had in his hand while holding it chest-high in front of me.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

He held it closer. “I smell a candle,” I finally acknowledge. He must have lit it with the match earlier.

“That’s right,” he said, and waved it under my chin and nose. He moved it lower and waved it back and forth, holding it close to my nipples. I squirmed uncomfortably but suspended as I was, I was helpless in trying to move away from it. Then, he hoisted me higher and lowered the candle between my legs so I could feel the heat on my pussy.

“What are you doing?” I finally cried out, not knowing whether he intended to hurt me. He saw me squirming vigorously, and he knew the uncertainties that I was feeling from his experience with dozens of other women.

“Trust me,” he said, and he blew out the candle. “You have to trust me to enjoy it.”

As frightening as it all seemed, I was so hot that my pussy was dripping my juices onto the floor. I knew John had succeeded in seducing me, and all I wanted and needed now was for him to fuck me.

He broke me out of my thoughts when he said, “I think that’s enough for what you did last night,” and he stepped away again. He undid the bar that my ankles were tied to and lowered me down to where I was standing on solid ground. My legs were weak and unsteady as the rope continued to lower, removing the tension from my arms and letting them pivot down to just above my head.

I felt his presence and heard his breathing as he moved around me. He kissed my shoulders, my neck, and finally, my lips. It was the first real kiss he gave me, and it made my toes curl. His hands ran over my body, tracing the curves from my hips to my breasts. He cupped my breasts with both hands, gently stroking my nipples with his thumbs. The pleasure of still being bound and blindfolded with his hands all over me was sensational and extremely erotic. It was a sexual high that I had never experienced before. I could feel that he removed his robe because it was his chest pressing against my breasts and his cock that the rubbed against my crotch.

But my pleasure was just beginning. I felt pleasures that made my knees weak and shivers run constantly up and down my spine. His fingers ran down my belly to my drenched pussy, and followed my crease from the bottom of my slit to the hood of my clit. My head fell back with a deep sigh coming from my lips. His fingers paused, skillfully manipulating my bud and probing my vagina.

My moans became louder and more sustained as I reveled in the feeling of pleasure. John moved around behind me. I felt his body press against mine as I gyrated with him. I felt his bare chest warming my back as he nuzzled against me. He reached down between my legs and fingered my seething cunt. As exquisite as his fingers felt, I longed for him to fuck me. But he kept fingering me, finding my G-spot, rubbing it with the fingers of one hand while rubbing my clit with his other.

“Oh, god, John…I’m going to cum,” I cried.

“Not yet,” he said sternly and began fingering my cunt faster and brushing my clit harder.

“Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m gonna to cum! I’m gonna cum!” I screamed aloud.

“Now, Beverly…let it go,” he said as he continued to vigorously work my pussy. I was right there at the very peak of my existence, but I couldn’t cum. It felt like a blockage while the pressure behind it continued to build and build until my dam suddenly burst. The moment John felt my body jerk, he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and bit into my shoulder. What I felt was a deep burning sensation in the depths of my cunt, and my juices squirted in streams from my hole further than I could piss.

It was the first time I ever squirted during an orgasm. What it felt like is beyond words. I remember seeing white-light behind my blindfold. And then I fainted. I came to when John was tucking me in bed. He carried me up two flights of stairs, naked in his arms. I wish I were awake to experience it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Dreamy,” I softly answered as I gaze up at him.

“Well, close your eyes and dream. I get up early. I’ll have breakfast ready when you get up.”

He kissed me tenderly on the lips. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.