Being Neighbourly

Being Neighbourly

My name is Maxine, and I am a bit of a golf widow, with my husband often going away all weekend to hit little white balls, for reasons which I have never been able to understand. It has tended to leave me more than a little frustrated at times.

So, this Saturday night, I had arranged to go for drinks with my neighbour, Xandra. Xandra was probably my best friend. But I couldn’t help being a little bit jealous of her. She had inherited enough wealth that she didn’t have to work. She was still in her early twenties, and attractive, with her black hair in a short pixie cut. She was curvaceous, and had a set of breasts which had to be at least a double D. I was only a B cup. I would have loved to have had Xandra’s natural breasts. The only thing which she didn’t seem to have was a boyfriend, for reasons which I never understood.

I waited in the pub for Xandra, but time passed, and Xandra didn’t show. That was unlike her. She was the opposite of tardy. She was the sort of person who, if they said that they were going to be there for 7, was there at 6.55. Every time. And she was not the sort of person who would stand me up, as we got on really well, despite the fact that I was almost twenty years older than her. Something had to be wrong.

I tried her mobile phone, but it just rang out. I was now getting really worried. So I drove home – luckily I had not yet drunk anything alcoholic.

I had a spare key to her house, so I let myself in when I got back.

“Xandra?” I called out, but there was no reply. I searched through the house, and found her phone in the living room. She wouldn’t go anywhere without her mobile phone. I almost called the police just then. But, luckily, as it would turn out, I decided to continue looking around the house. Maybe there would be some clue as to what had happened to her.

I noticed that the door under the stairs was open. If her house was anything like mine it would lead down to a rather spacious cellar. My golfing husband had converted it into a man cave, including a pool table. I never went down there.

I went to the door to the stone steps going down into the cellar. The light above the steps was on.

“Xandra?” I called out. There still wasn’t any reply. But maybe she had had some sort of accident. I went down the steps and through the door at the bottom.

I was confronted with a naked Xandra in bondage. She had turned her cellar into some sort of dungeon. On one wall there were whips, crops and canes hanging from nails hammered into the wall. At the back of the room there were all sorts of fetish wear. But the room was dominated by Xandra.

She was naked, her massive tits on full display. Except that leather strips had been tied around the base of those breasts, so that they would bulge out. There were crocodile clips on her big, fat nipples, with metal weights attached to the clips. Her hands were handcuffed together, the handcuffs attached to a chain which descended from the ceiling. It meant that she was almost on tiptoe. Her legs were spread wide by a three foot leg-spreader. There was a chain padlocked around her waist; and, from it, another chain went between her legs. I could see that the chain was keeping something in her shaven cunt. The dirty bitch had some sort of dildo inside her.

There was a red wire going from some sort of electrical generator on a table, and a black wire going behind her. I had a look behind her, and I could see that she had something in her anus. The generator had more wires, attached to a laptop on the table next to it.

Xandra had a leather posture collar on, keeping her head high. And she had a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Then I noticed, hanging from the ceiling, there was a piece of string. it ended just above her manacled hands. There was a key on the floor near her. And there were a couple of space heaters, turned on full, trained at her body, making the cellar almost unbearably warm.

It wasn’t hard to work out what had happened. My neighbour was into self-bondage. She must have done this to herself, and had had the key contained in ice. But she must have missed grabbing the key when the ice had melted. She could have been here forever if I hadn’t checked on her.

“Mmmmf!” she said.

“Quiet!” I snapped. I had to think. Xandra was my best friend, but I had been handed an opportunity to rid myself of my jealousies of her big tits. Right then the only thing that I wanted to do was to hurt those milky-white breasts even more than they had been hurt.

I noticed that there was a program running on the laptop. It listed various things, such as metal phallus (port one); and metal anal phallus (port two). Those were lit up. The other “ports” were dark, but things had been entered: urethral sound. clitoral clamp, nipple clamp 1, nipple clamp 2.

Next to both the dildo and anal dildo were two different options. vibrate and shock. They had both been set to vibrate, at level 02. There was space for two numbers. I changed both to 99. But it defaulted to 10. I watched, beginning to sweat in the heat, as Xandra squirmed. Her eyes widened. It was clear that it wouldn’t take her long to get off.

“Let me take those clips off you.” I said. I didn’t know how long they had been on her nipples. More squeals from Xandra as I massaged life back into her nips. I bet it hurt. Good.

She put her head back, and let out a muffled sigh. I was now getting very turned on, watching Xandra be pleasure against her will.

I was also getting too hot, with the space heaters on. I considered turning them off, but I liked the way that Xandra’s moaning body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I hadn’t experimented with lesbianism in the past, but it was something which I had always though about, in fantasies never told to Derek my golfing hubbie.

I took my clothes off, hanging them up. I thought about stopping at my underwear, but it was particularly boring, so that all went, as well. I was now stark naked in my neighbour’s cellar. And it felt wonderful. I could feel Xandra’s gaze on my average tits and my trimmed cunt. So Xandra was secretly a lesbian (or at least bi). Maybe that was why she didn’t have a boyfriend – she was looking for a girlfriend.

There was a chair next to the table. I turned around and sat on it, as I watched the vibrations going through Xandra. I couldn’t help frigging myself as I watched her cum. She was almost hanging from the handcuffs afterwards, totally spent.

“Enough pleasure, I think, you dirty slut.” I said. “It’s time for some punishment for your dirty cunt.”

My husband was a computer programmer, and he had taught me some stuff. I wanted to see how hard the shocks were. So I found wires attached to nipple clamps and put them into ports 3 and 4. I clipped them onto my left arm and gave myself a shock at level 10. Xandra watched, not understanding what I was doing. It was painful, but I guessed no more painful than those TENS units which you can buy.

I went into the BOOT menu of the program, and changed the parameters. I tested different strengths. The one I couldn’t stand was 20. That hadn’t knocked me out, but I never wanted to feel that again. I set 20 as the default maximum level for the shocks.

“Now I am going to watch you dance.” I said. I set the shocks at random intervals, but no more than a minute. And I set them at random lengths, of from two seconds up to thirty. And, of course, random strengths. The readout on the laptop said what shock was coming next. I let Xandra be tortured by the electricity for the next half an hour or so. Most of the shocks were short, and not too powerful. But I bet that electricity running from cunt to arsehole was really painful.

“Just five more minutes.” I said, turning back to the laptop, when I began to get bored of shocking her. I changed the settings: thirty seconds of shocks, followed by thirty seconds to recover. And the last five shocks were all on level twenty.

It was a good thing that Xandra was gagged as, as her body became a single coil of muscle, she screamed her head off into the gag. She fainted after the fifth shock. I had to slap her across the face to bring her back to reality.

“There we are, the shocks are all gone.” I said. I had set the dildos on vibrate again (level 10 of course). “Now it is time to punish your tits. I’m tired of you going around showing off your massive knockers. You must be punished for them.”

First I untied the leather strips. I felt chain looked so much better. I found some small pieces of chain which I wound as tightly as I could around the base of her tits. I padlocked the chains into place.

I went over to the whips. I tried out each one on my hand, judging how painful it would be. I didn’t want to mar her for life. I decided on the cane.

“Mmmmf.” She was groaning again.

“I am now going to cane your tits until you cum again.” I said. “When you cum, your caning will be over.”

I caned those tits from top to bottom, putting as much strength as I could into each blow. Red lines marked her flesh. it must have been horrendously painful. But I didn’t care. I was incredibly turned on, relishing my aspect as her torturer. Surprisingly it only took her another ten minutes to reach what looked like another mind-blowing orgasm. Either that, or she was the best actress in the world.

I put the cane away. I let the vibrations continue, as I looked through the rest of the stuff in her dungeon. There were drawers in the table with the laptop on it, and she had even more BDSM stuff in there. There were needles, more clamps, and stuff which I didn’t recognise, not being a BDSM-practitioner myself (although that had just changed!). There were also a few strap-ons. The largest of them was twelve inches long, and had several rings of dull metal studs along its length.

“I am going to let you down now.” I said, to Xandra. “But if you don’t want to make me really angry you will do exactly what I tell you.”

Xandra nodded. I bet her arms were killing her from being so long over her head. I let her arms down first, out of the handcuffs. I released the handcuffs from the chain. Then, while she stood there, I forced her arms behind her back, and handcuffed her wrists together again. I took off the rest of the stuff, only leaving the chains around her tits, as I liked the way that the links of the chain sank into her flesh. And I left the ballgag in her mouth, and the posture collar around her neck.

“Get on all fours.” I said. Xandra did as I had commanded. I then proceeded to ream out her cunt with the studded dildo. I got all of it inside her, to much gasping from her. I kept fucking her until the kinky little bitch squealed out another orgasm.

“I think you have had enough orgasms for one night.” I said. “Now it is time for me to have one. But you have to be in pain while you are licking me, because that turns me on. Do you understand?”

Xandra shook her head. She looked exhausted.

I found the cruellest looking alligator clamp and snapped it onto Xandra’s clit. She screamed into the gag. The clamp was, of course, attached to a red wire leading to the generator. I found what was a urethral sound and inserted that into Xandra’s pisshole, taping it in place so it wouldn’t fall out. That had the black wire.

I played around with the settings on the laptop. I told Xandra what I had done.

“I have set it so that every two seconds you will get a two second shock.” I said. “It will begin on level one. But, every minute, it will increase by one level, up to level twenty. I will only press the button to stop it when I cum. Do you understand? No talking.”

I took the ball gag out of Xandra’s mouth, as I sat on the edge of the chair, Xandra kneeling before me Xandra didn’t say anything, but immediately began to use her very skilled tongue on me. She was far better than Derek’s clumsy attempts at cunnilingus. This girl had done this before.

We didn’t get to level 20. At around level 12 Xandra got overcome by the shocks, falling over and jerking around. It was the sight of her suffering for me which finally got her over the edge.

I stopped the shocks, and released her, hoping that she wouldn’t call the police. Then she opened one of her fists to show a spare key to the cuffs. It had all been a set-up. She had wanted me to come down the cellar and find her. She had judged me better than I knew myself.

That was the first of many times playing in my kinky little sluts dungeon. Every time that Derek goes off golfing I go and torture my neighbour, and she loves it. We have used electricity, needles, whips, an ice dildo and more bondage. I like the electrical shock machine best, though, and I have threatened to make the shocks even more powerful in the future. It is just one future horror to look forward to, along with breast skewers and branding. Oh, I’d love an M for Maxine’s slave right above her shaven little cunt. I mean, isn’t that what neighbours are for?

The End