The Dominatrix Next Door (closed for PantyMon and DreamingOfMyEx)

[DreamingOfMyEx]

My husband was exactly where he belonged - on his knees beside my chair at my vanity, doing my nails. Thank goodness he finally learned to control his trembling hands. It seems my "gentle" corrections paid off.

"Pet," I began, sounding suitably nonchalant though inside I was practically bursting with enthusiasm. "As you know, Alice is going out of town for an extended weekend, taking the little one with her. You know what that means."

"Yes, Miss Gina - the telescope." It was half a confirmation, and half a question - as I might have had something else in mind. "Yes, pet, the telescope. And guess who's coming home from college tomorrow." He could guess that one easily enough - Marcus and Alicia's oldest son. A young man who'd spent much of the previous year enjoying my subtle teasing almost as much as I enjoyed teasing him.

--

One year earlier:

"Yes, almost completely unpacked and everything put away. I really appreciate you and the boys helping unload the moving van. As soon as things settle down for us, we'll be throwing a barbeque of our own to repay your kindness. Marcus, I'm glad to see you and Charles hitting it off so well."

My husband, Charles ... well ... I was still learning to be his Domme, still learning to be a Domme, and the learning curve was steeper than I'd imagined. Stepping a little closer to my neighbor, my voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm afraid he isn't very good at making friends. This is all in confidence, but -- he had a rather messed up childhood. He was broken when I found him two years ago. He's made incredible progress, but ... well, I'm sure you noticed he has difficulty looking anyone in the eye. Anyway, I appreciate your being his friend - and your patience with him."

I am such a lying bitch. Charles was perfectly fine when we married. I'm the one who broke him. Not entirely on purpose, but it was entirely my fault. We moved to this new town to get a fresh start, so I could work on rebuilding him into the husband I wanted and deserved. Also, we moved because of his new job, the result of my ultimatum that he'd better start making a whole lot more money if he wanted to keep me in his life. And while we always went out of town to "play" publicly, I made it clear to my hubby that I would not hesitate to start fucking one or more of our neighbors, or his coworkers, should I ever get tired of him or disappointed in his performance.

He loves me completely. How could he not? And I love him, too - but in a completely different way. My love for him is more akin to the love a woman has for a pet. A useful pet - not one that lies around all day contributing nothing to her well-being.

--

Current day:

Was I telling the truth? About fucking other men? I don't know, I still haven't decided. I knew there were three males living less than 100 feet from me who would jump at the chance. The Domme in me had been delighted to discover that poor Marcus didn't know the difference between day and night - as far as his bedroom curtains were concerned. While there was no way to see inside their bedroom in the daytime, at night with his lights out and my lights out the large computer monitor was like a beacon that could be seen for miles though the translucent window coverings, and a cheap telescope was all I needed to be able to see the sites he was visiting.

It seems Marcus and Charles have something more than golf and fishing in common.

I've been waiting for Alice's next absence, knowing her husband would once again be masturbating to pictures and videos of leather-clad goddesses abusing their pathetic slaves. This time, I would be taking notes.

 

[PantyMon]

Alice has been looking forward to this long weekend she had planned. Tommy, was going to go with her as he had earned this tripe because of his good grades. She was taking him to Legoland and while I would have loved to go and celebrate this with them, my work duties conflicted. Honestly though a weekend to myself secretly sounded wonderful too. I was going to go play a round of golf on Saturday with Charlie and the weather looked fantastic. I had a steak and a great bottle of wine planned for my solo dinner, but I also had other plans. More self indulgent plans.

Alice and Tommy left for their trip on Thursday evening. I had timed an Amazon delivery so it would
arrive on Friday which is a day I work from home. I kept refreshing my browser like an eager child
In Christmas morning and then the doorbell rang, the dogs went nuts and I ran to the porch.

I set the package down on the kitchen island and opened it. As the lid of the box revealed the contents I was greeted by the site of a red satin thong, a black microfiber bikini with a Lacey back and a little white bow on the elastic in front. I couldn’t help myself and I ran upstairs to my bedroom. Glancing at the clock I had 15 minutes before my final Zoom meeting of the day with my team. I slid on the red satin thong and as I began to pull them up my thighs my cock instantly stood at attention. The front coverage of these panties was perfect and I was able to keep everything encased. The fabric felt so good against my skin. I strutted over to the full length mirror and stood there appreciating how they looked on me, checking out my ass, but also laughing a bit at how ridiculous I looked as a man with grey hair and a beard in a pair of red satin panties.

I put my shirt back on and was about to get back into my clothes when my work phone rang. I hustled downstairs to my office, answered the phone and by the time that conversation was over it was time for my meeting. There was no going back. I started the zoom meeting, in my polo shirt and unbeknownst to anyone I was also in a pair of panties. This meeting while boring was also exhilarating for me. I felt naughty, sexy and a little slutty.

I almost wanted to go rub one out after the meeting but I decided to hold off and just enjoy the moment.

As I shut down my laptop, I headed back up to
My room, and slide on a pair of joggers over the panties.

With work being over, I dropped the needle on my turntable and the voice of Jason Isbell filled the air, I poured a glass of wine and began to prep my dinner.

It was going to be a good night.

———-

After cleaning up the kitchen, it was getting late. I had already had my phone call with Alice and Tommy and said good night to them.

I retreated back to our bedroom, turned on the TV and started to cast Porn Hub from my phone. I searched out JOI videos as I love the instructions from the women telling me how to touch myself, edge myself and o honestly tried but it always felt so good that I could never make it to the end of a 6 minute video without blowing my load.

My favorite was Mistress T her sultry voice and the way she dressed in her videos drove me wild. I left a small dim lap on in our room and began to tease myself with my fingers over the satin against my raging hard on. Eventually sliding my cock out to the side of my satin panty and going with long full strokes until I reached a climax and came all over myself and my new pretty panties.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

(Gina)

My husband had a long way to go in his "training", but this night he had done an adequate job. I didn't want him in the room with me, as he had a ton of work to do and I wanted the lights off in my bedroom so I wouldn't be seen spying on my neighbor. He had sat my telescope up on a very sturdy tripod far away from the window - it didn't affect my seeing out but it would make it hard for anyone looking in to see me.

I had a comfortable enough chair, and a drink within easy reach. The ambient light from outside enabled me to see well enough, though if I tried making any written notes I would just have to trust to my penmanship skills and hope I could read what I'd written later.

Mistress T - one of my husband's favorites, back when he was allowed to watch porn without my permission. That means before I knew he was watching. I'd seen a few of her videos - to the best of my knowledge her specialty was dressing subs in panties, humiliating them for their small dicks, and making them suck her superior lovers' cocks - most of whom were black.

The thought occurred to me that with an investment in some more sophisticated equipment I could compile quite the library of blackmail video on my neighbor Marcus. It probably wouldn't be needed, though. If I needed to blackmail him, that would be easy enough without night vision cameras and expensive software. I had better things to spend my husband's money on.

Still ....

"Pet" I called out to my husband. He was supposed to be right outside my door, in the lighted hallway, polishing a pile of my shoes and boots. "Don't come in, I just had an idea. Tomorrow you need to look into getting me a camera with a powerful lens or something. It might be nice to have... oh my... there he goes."

I could tell when Marcus came. It was only a second or two after Mistress T's "friend" came all over her "husband's" face in the video.

I continued to observe. What was showing on the monitor was very plain to see. Everything else was mostly shadows and silhouettes, though the dim lamp did help a bit. Not entirely clear, but then again a thong looked very different against the backlighting of the monitor and the lamp than a pair of boxers would.

--
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(Charles)

I tried not to think too much about how my life got to this point. A servant to my wife in our own house. Her house. I was obligated for the payments, but her name would be on the deed. Same with the cars. Both of them. If she left me - well, kicked me out was the more likely scenario - I wouldn't even have a car to drive.

It was all just a fantasy. A craving I'd had for as long as I could remember - the dominant woman, the femme fatale, helpless men falling at her feet. She had actually been turned off by the idea. She didn't want that - she wanted a man. A strong man who could protect and provide, not a doormat to wipe her feet on. But I convinced her - it was only roleplay - only occasionally - only in the privacy of our own bedroom - and the rest of the time I would be that real man she wanted me to be.

It's hard to put a finger on when things changed. I didn't even realize it when she started slowly manipulating me. First, she quit her job to devote time to finishing her degree. Then, before long, I was coming home from work to help do "my share" of the housework which had somehow grown to be a lot more than my share had been previously. And when I raised any sort of objection - it's like I was putty in her hands, begging her forgiveness for my insensitivity. And each time we "played" our femdom games in the bedroom, she got more real-world concessions from me.

With only my salary coming in, "we" would have to make concessions, for "our" future. Translation, I would have to give up practically everything I liked, to give her a better future.

And now, here I was, making almost twice the money I'd been making before we moved - thus ensuring my beautiful wife wouldn't have to return to the work force unless she wanted to. And all indications were she was having to much fun in life to want to be tied down to anything as mundane as a job. Kneeling on the floor in our hallway outside our bedroom door ... well, actually, her hallway, and her bedroom, I was polishing her shoes and worried sick about what might happen next day, or next week. She assured me she had always been "faithful" to me (though she didn't explain exactly what that meant) but made it clear that she reserved the option to do whatever she wanted, and with whomever she wanted. And that look on her face when she talked about Michael, our handsome young 19 year old neighbor, and his impending return home from college for the summer - it made me want to cry.

How did it ever come to this?

Oh yeah, because I pressured her into playing Femdom roleplay games with me in the bedroom, encouraging her to embrace her inner Domme.

 

[PantyMon]

As the Mistress on the TV told me to cum, that was it, I moaned louder than I even normally do as I squirted a hot load all over my hand and my brand new panties. As the orgasm subsided, and I began to shrink that is when I normally would strip out of the panties and go return them to their hiding spot. Sometimes feelings of guilt and shame would encroach into my mental state, but not tonight. I stood up, stashed my cock back into the panties and was going to relish wearing them around the house for the night.

As I stood up and flicked the TV off I had this feeling as if I was being watched. Not like I could see anything, or even anyone, maybe it was a premonition or maybe I was just paranoid.

I went over to my dresser drawer and found a pair of my joggers and slid them on. I also swapped out my t shirt as I had cum on it. The feeling of wearing a thong panty under my guy clothes was something I had never done before and I found myself enjoy this feeling of these two worlds colliding.

Retreating downstairs, I poured myself a whiskey and put on a Mile Davis album. I sat in my comfy chair, nursing my low ball and enjoying the mellifluous sounds of Miles.

———

In a blink of an eye, night had turned to day. The soft light of morning was cascading through the curtains in the living room, the spring birds were chirping and I looked over at my turntable that was still spinning with the needle against the center label. Somewhat groggy I rose and headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and while it was Percolating I flipped the Miles album back over and played the b side. It was in the half bath downstairs that I remembered that I was still in a red satin thong. I stood there in the mirror checking myself out, I felt sexy, naughty and kinda ridiculous.

While I was going to wait for the coffee I decided to go take a shower, and as I returned to
My bedroom I saw that there was a small gap between the curtains, it couldn’t have been more than an inch or two but with how the tv was positioned it was now possible that I was maybe being watched.

I had plans with Charlie to go golfing today and I wasn’t going to bring it up with him in the course, but I wasn’t sure if he or his wife or both of them had a show from me last night.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

(Gina)

The boys (Marcus and Charles) were supposed to get an "early start" at 10:00 a.m. - which meant they would leave together about 9:30 to give themselves plenty of time and do whatever men who play golf do before they play golf. At 9:15 I stepped out of my own house wearing a pair of semi-tight jeans, 5" heels (overkill, I know - what can I say?), a push-up bra, and a white blouse on which I should have used two more buttons than I did to ensure my modesty was preserved. Charles had spent the previous hour on my nails, and even though it wasn't an "evening look" I was going for, I hadn't spared the makeup. I wanted to look a bit more overwhelming than poor Marcus was accustomed to seeing at 9:15 on a Saturday morning.

I think I achieved the look I was going for.

Carrying the large "shoe box" as I strutted to my next door neighbor's house, I was also happy to see Michael's car was not yet in their driveway. It was one of those used cars that parents help their son buy with the money he made mowing lawns every summer starting about the time he entered puberty. Michael was coming home from his first year away at college, and I was mildly curious (that's a lie, I was extremely curious) to see how much his infatuation for me might have been affected by all the hot young girls he'd surely met over the past few months. As much as I was looking forward to seeing the handsome young man again, and letting him see me, that could wait. I had business with the father first.

--

I rang the front doorbell. Marcus would know it wasn't Charles. My husband would have simply tapped on the back door, cracked it open, and announced himself. I liked the thought of Marcus not knowing who was at the door, and having to go to the trouble of opening it for me. There was a great deal of value in keeping a man slightly off-balance.

The large box I carried was positioned just beneath my too-exposed breasts. I couldn't blame him for looking.

"Hello Marcus" I cooed. "I've come to let you know Charles won't be playing golf today. I've given him a rather extensive list of chores to do for me. And since you won't be playing either, I thought you might like to do something for me as well." With that, I lifted the top of the box to reveal the contents.
My new boots. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWcfdNNjf2I/S2bz3K3XA4I/AAAAAAAAACU/LE_lTXymwhA/w1200-h630-p-k-no-nu/!BjFJB3QB2k~%24(KGrHqMOKjUEsnLf!v9gBLSF-rLMyw~~_3.jpg

Conspicuously between the boots was a little "gift" for Marcus - which I pulled out so he could plainly see what it was, and know there was no question his little fetish had been discovered.

"Oh, silly me. How did these get in there?"

Marcus' gift.

"Oh well, I have plenty more where these came from. Keep them as a souvenir if you like. Now, I want a mirror shine on my boots - I expect nothing less than perfection - do you understand your assignment, Marcus?"

 

[PantyMon]

I was just wrapping up my breakfast at the kitchen island, scrolling on my iPad while enjoying a cup of coffee. Lo fi hip hop was playing through the speakers as I was enjoying a rare morning all to myself.

When I heard the doorbell ring, I was a little caught off guard. Charles never rings my doorbell and he wasn’t expected for another 30 - 45 minutes or so.

I headed to the front door, in a navy blue polo shirt, and a pair of light brown khaki shorts and I was sporting my Calloway ball cap.

As I opened the door the very first thing I noticed was your tits. I couldn’t help but look, with the buttons being undone, your cleavage was in full plain sight and I could even make out the lace details of the bra you were wearing under your white blouse. To be honest it was mesmerizing.

When you greeted me, I snapped out of my stare and my eyes tilted up to look at you. “Oh good morning Gina.” As you shared that golfing was not going to be happening today, a lol of disappointment crossed my face. It was only then that I even noticed the box in your hand. As you extended your hands with the box, I took it from you. It was almost a natural reaction not that I wanted the box but when someone hands you something you just instinctively take it.

As I opened the box, I saw the black leather boots and it still hadn’t registered for me. When I curiously began to explore the content of the box on a bit greater detail, an ominous sense of embrasement flushed over me. I turned red, when I saw the black Lacey string bikini.

My gaze locked into your eyes. A look of fear and a twinge of excitement. Understanding that I was more than likely watched last night.

Knowing that my fate and day had changed. I took the box from you, nodded in acceptance and said “yes of course Miss Gina. I’ll have them ready for you by 7pm tonight.”

“One more thing Miss Gina, did you watch me last night or have you known something for longer?” I asked as I was curious just how much you knew.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Not quite the shocked response I was expecting, but as long as I get my boots shined - and a host of other things a good submissive can do for me ...

However, he was not as "off balance" as I'd hoped for - and women like me ... we should get everything we want, right?

So, I don't answer your question, but ask a couple of my own. "Michael is coming home today, isn't he? What time do you expect him?" My smile was - well - it felt like a challenge of sorts as I shoved the box into your hands. Uninvited, I simply walked past you and into your house - looking around as if appraising it for the first time. Picking up one decorative little trinket after another to examine it and put it back down. Casting a critical eye over all the family photos. Hoping you feel helpless to stop me. Violated by my invasion of "your" space.

I knew the hold I have over your son, and so why shouldn't I take advantage of it? "I wonder if he would enjoy helping you shine my boots? Is this the sort of father/son bonding that interests you? Do you think maybe he'd like a souvenir from my lingerie collection, too? Is that something you might want to discuss with him?"

To be honest, I hoped Michael wasn't the sort interested in wearing women's underwear. I was beginning to picture him fucking the shit out of me with a huge cock while his father and my husband knelt dutifully at the foot of my bed, waiting to be told what to do.

Then again, the thought of Michael tied spread eagle and helpless ... I couldn't deny the appeal of that.

 

[PantyMon]

I was a bit taken aback by your abruptness to just march into my home. As you wandered around the place picking up trinkets, looking at artwork, and your seemingly nonchalant questions about Michael had really gotten to me. Especially when you began to thumb through my record collection and then intentionally or perhaps unintentionally rearranging them. I was very organized when it came to my vinyl collection.

“Gina, look I’m not sure what in the hell you’re doing or thinking here.” I exclaimed mostly out of frustration and for the fear of what could be next. Your calculated unpredictability was a known trait of yours. I tried to avoid answering the question about Michael as what this was that was going on sure as hell didn’t need to involve him. That just triggered me.

I followed you around as you picked things up and set them down even somewhat haphazardly. I pleaded “Gina please stop.”

“For the love of god, what the fuck is going on?” I said exasperatedly.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

I stop and turn suddenly, giving you the look.

"Oh, so it's Gina now, not Miss Gina." I stare my most intimidating stare at you for a moment, then smile. "Perhaps you're not as interested in playing with me as I'd hoped. Should I take my boots - and my panties - and go home? I assure you, if Miss Gina walks out that door now, you'll never see her again."

I take a step closer, looking as confident in myself as I know how.

"Just imagine all those backyard cookouts, the Christmas parties, the neighborly waves - my breasts will be modestly covered - my panties tucked away safely in my lingerie drawer - only my husband, and perhaps one or two of your sons, enjoying the privilege of serving a woman who deserves to be served - while you dream of your wife's next out of town trip so you can spend some quality time with a video of a woman who doesn't even know you exist. Rather pathetic, wouldn't you say?"

I chuckle, than spin around and return to your precious collection of old records, thumbing through them though not really even paying attention to what I'm looking at - waiting to see how you respond.

 

[PantyMon]

My cock got hard as you said all of that to me. I stammer as I respond, “Ok, ok…” realizing that you had fully watched me last night as you referenced the video I was jerking off too.

“Look Miss Gina.” I respond as I exhale a large breath of air and accept this new reality. “I appreciate the gift.” I slightly bow my head “like I said earlier, I will have your boots ready at 7pm. Is there anything I should expect when you return to pick them up?”

Just then we are interrupted by the front door swinging wide open, Michael enter the house and with his larger than life gregarious personality, we hear “Dad! I’m home.” He carries a big oversized cotton sack which must have at least a month’s worth of dirty clothes.

As he realizes that you are here too, he pauses, and flashes a smile. “Hello, Gina. It’s good to see you.” He takes a little extra long stare at you as he says hello. Admiring just how tight those jeans are on you and how the heels your wearing raise
Your booty is such a perfect way. His gazes lingers for a little bit longer than normal.

A smile comes across my face as not only am I glad he’s home as I was looking forward to his visit, but I was also a little glad her was disrupting our conversation. I turned back to face you and reached down and made an adjustment as I needed to hide my erection.

The box with your boots and panty we’re still on the kitchen island, luckily for me the lid was on.

“Michael why don’t you go get settled in your room and then perhaps we can eat lunch. Miss Gina (I slipped) was here just asking me for a neighborly favor.” I tried to recover and unsure of what was to be next. He retreats to his room to get settled in and unpacked. I turn back completed fixated on you. My look is of acceptance and a little fear as to what was going to happen next.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

I give Michael a hug - like an aunt would give a nephew - and a little kiss on the cheek. I couldn't help but admire how much he seemed to have grown in the past few months - though probably that was just my imagination - my wishful thinking, perhaps.

--

"In the future, don't send him away until I'm finished with him. I won't be returning to pick them up" I responded, regarding the boots, whispering so Michael was less likely to hear. "You'll deliver them to me, at 7-o'clock sharp, and you'll be wearing your new panties under you boy clothes. you may come in the back door without knocking, but be sure to announce yourself. Understand?"

"Also, you and Charles will have to find an excuse to be gone tomorrow afternoon. Golf, whatever, I don't care ... I just want to spend some quality time with Michael. Make sure he doesn't go off to spend time with friends. You can do that for me can't you, pet?"

With that I pat you on your butt, call out to Michael to tell him bye and I hope we can see more of each other during his time at home, and go back to my husband, whom I'd better find working his ass off for me to complete that list before my bedtime.

 

[PantyMon]

When you scold me for sending Michael away. I calmly look in your eyes, “yes Miss Gina. I understand. I will see you at 7pm tonight with your boots neatly polished as you requested.”

As you pat my butt and walk away, I can help but stare at Your ass in those jeans and with those heels.

After you left, I quickly went and grabbed the box off the kitchen island and hustled out to the garage to stash the box as I didn’t want Michael to find it.

When I came back inside Michael was sitting at the kitchen island already eating a sandwich. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down next to him. I didn’t realize it was 10 in the morning as what just happened as still running through my mind. As the sound of the fizz from opening the bottle Michale was asking “geez dad isn’t it a bit early for a beer?” I laughed off his comments and then we caught up a bit about school and his life. I told him that I needed him home tomorrow afternoon, but if he wanted to go out tonight and catch up with his friends he should do that tonight.

He thought that was a great plan.

I grabbed my phone and texted Charles, I wasn’t sure what he knew or didn’t know so I just wanted to keep it casual and nonchalant. “Hey buddy, bummed we couldn’t play a round today, but how about tomorrow we go hit a buckle of balls? Beers on me.”

As Michael finished up his sandwich he said he wanted to go take a shower and get a little cleaned up. As he headed upstairs, I figured I’d have about 45 min to at least get a start on my chore.

Once I was back inside the garage, I opened the box and I pulled out the Lacey black string panties and held them up. I was admiring them, wondering how good they looked on you, would I ever see you in something so sexy like this and then I wondered how they’d feel on me. They were very sexy panties for sure.

After a bit of digging around in the garage I found what I was looking for, my shine box. I started the process by wiping the boots clean at first with a simple microfiber towel. Then I applied polish and began in earnest to buff the boots to a spotless shine. Even used a leather brush to work the polish into the leather. Just cleaning these boots was turning me the fuck on.

After applying a couple of coats to polish the boots were looking brand new. I grabbed my other polishing towel and got to work buffing them to a high gloss.

My arms were tired as I finished. I returned the boots to the box, but I kept the panties and put them in my pocket.

I still hadn’t heard back from Charles about the driving range for tomorrow. I sent him a follow up text as it had been a little over an hour since I first pinged him.

Michael and I were just sitting on the sofa watching ESPN since he was planning on going out tonight and he had a big drive home from University so he just wanted to chill a bit so he had energy for tonight. I’m glad that was the plan as I was thinking I’m going to need some energy tonight as well since I had zero idea what you had in store for me at 7pm.