It is almost, the evening, and I’m Petrified. As evening falls, I’m frozen with fear. What if my neighbor, that stunning Lesbian Dominatrix, were to knock on my door? The thought terrifies me as much as it excites me.
Of course, nothing like that happens—it’s obviously not up to her to come begging, but up to me to show my submission. Should I go knock on her door? I’m afraid of offending her. In the end, I opt for slipping a note under her door.
- “Madam, I am at your disposal, whatever your desires may be. Order, and I will hasten to obey. Your devoted neighbor.”
But after placing the note, nothing happens. I resist the urge to go out on my balcony to spy on her. She didn’t appreciate it the last time, and I’m not about to make the same mistake twice. I fell asleep very late that night, the slightest noise from the hallway keeping me awake.
Shadows of Desire
Early in the morning, I hear my neighbor’s door open. I make sure not to go out and join her—it could be interpreted as harassment. One thing is certain. If she didn’t see my note last night, she definitely found it this morning.
Needless to say, my concentration takes a hit at work. I work in an architecture firm, and though I try to focus on my project—the plans for a future luxurious house—my mind keeps drifting to perverse thoughts. What if I designed a dungeon for this Lesbian Dominatrix? Perhaps she has a countryside house just waiting to be renovated and turned into a manor of torments? The idea is so enticing that I remain aroused all afternoon.
When evening comes, I return home feeling a bit disappointed—no note under my door, no sign from my neighbor. My disappointment is great, but it doesn’t last long. It’s spring, the weather is nice, so I open the large sliding glass door of my living room. And who do I see on the neighboring balcony, behind the transparent glass partition?
She’s smoking nonchalantly, leaning against the railing, gazing at the city rooftops. Her hair is tied back in a strict bun. She’s wearing a tight mid-thigh skirt that accentuates her enormous backside and her sturdy thighs, clad in black stockings. She has matching ankle boots on her feet and a white blouse under which her bra—also white—is easily discernible, compressing her ample chest.
Under the Lesbian Dominatrix’s Rule
If she dresses like that at the office, she must drive her colleagues wild. Or could she have worn this outfit just for me? To tease me? To provoke me?
- “So, neighbor,” she calls out without saying hello, “slipping notes under my door, are we?”
Caught off guard, I start stammering like a teenager.
- “I… Yes, it was me… I… I’m sincere… Please take what I wrote literally.”
The words come out without me even thinking, surprised by my boldness.
- “I was pretty angry last night when I read your little note, but then I thought about it,” she says. “I don’t like men, but I figured having a slave as a neighbor could have its perks. If I ordered you to come to my place every evening at 8 PM to clean, do the dishes, start the laundry, hang the clothes—things like that—what would you say?”
- “Yes, whenever you want, even tonight if you wish.”
- “Not so fast. There will be conditions. First, you’ll need to get yourself a chastity cage. I can’t stand the idea of a man getting hard in my home—it disgusts me.”
- “As you wish.”
- “I’ll decide on the model—I have a very specific one in mind.”
- “I’ll buy it tomorrow.”
- “You’ll order it online and have it delivered to my address. I want to be sure I have all the keys. If you intend to serve me, your sex life will belong to me.”
Bound by Her Cruelty
The proposal alarms me, of course, but I’m no longer capable of thinking straight. I accept.
- “Yes, Madam.”
- “You’ll only come to my place once the cage is in place and securely locked.”
- “Yes, Madam.”
- “I’ll take you on a trial basis at first. If you prove to be a true domestic fairy, I might find other tasks for you.”
- “Of course, Madam. May I ask what those tasks will be?”
- “Just know that they’ll test your selflessness. Some might be pleasant for you, others much less so.”
- “I’ll obey no matter what.”
- “You will always address me formally, you’ll lower your head when speaking to me, and you’ll work in silence. Understood?”
- “Yes, Madam.”
She exhales a long cloud of smoke and looks at me with a wicked smile.
- “You’re not scared?”
- “A little, Madam.”
- “You should be. You got a glimpse of my depravity the other day. Let me tell you, that was nothing compared to what I’m capable of inflicting. Before you make your decision, you should know I have a twisted mind. I’m cruel and sadistic. Suffering makes me wet, that’s just how I am. I have no mercy, and I’m very demanding. What do you say to that?”
- “My decision was made the moment I slipped that note under your door, Madam.”
And I lower my head in a sign of submission.
- “Give me your email address!”
Lesbian Dominatrix’s Leash
I give it to her immediately.
- “Very well,” she says finally, still wearing that wicked smile.
And she goes back into her apartment without a goodbye.
Leaving me trembling like a newborn pup.
Did I do the right thing by agreeing to everything?
Once the chastity cage is in place, it’ll be a whole different story, a whole different life. By handing over the keys, I’ll be irrevocably jumping into the void.
Of course, there’s always the option of sawing off the cage, but I suspect that won’t be easy if it comes to that, and I’d be too ashamed to ask for help.
But the image of the incredibly tantalizing body of this Lesbian Dominatrix, her dark gaze, and her perverse smile make it impossible for me to refuse such a proposition.
That night, I masturbated like never before.
What will happen to me in the coming days? How far will this woman who doesn’t like men go?
To be continued…
