[MF] “The Neighbor” – Another true story about my time as a [M] Dom.

This is my fourth entry. The previous three have been about my time being C’s Dominant and Owner. If you’d like to read those entries, you can find them in my profile. If you have any questions or comments, please DM me, I enjoy reading them and speaking to like-minded people. If any of these stories piques more than your interest, and you are looking for something like this, I want to hear from you.

Again, these are NOT fictional stories. They are completely true accounts of my life as a Dom. All the events are as accurate as I can remember them, without embellishments or elaborations. I will continue sharing these moments if there is a positive response and people want to hear more. Send me your thoughts.

NOTE: I am not a writer by trade, so I apologize for any typos that might exist.

If you have been reading my posts, you’ll know that C has been the focus of my writings so far. Additionally, if you read the last post you’ll know I made mention of a neighbor passing C in the hallway as she was kneeled at my door, waiting for her to be let in. I said I would elaborate on just exactly what the neighbor questioned me about and the byproduct of that conversation. This is that story. (Insert Law and Order boom boom)

A few days after the neighbor, S, saw C in the hallway, we crossed paths in that very same hallway. Up until now, we hadn’t spoken much. I saw her from time to time, said hi in passing. I saw her at the pool, which was a delightful sight, she was about 5’4, medium sized tits, which I noticed were fake, and an absolute jacked body. She looked like she worked out every day and was a personal trainer. But never really made a move. One reason is that, she was so jacked, and when I say jacked, she wasn’t a weight lifter, but she had a solid frame, a hard fucking ass, and legs straight out of a magazine. Because of this, I figured she would only be interested in a man who had a similar lifestyle and body type. I am in good shape, but still have a bit a dad bod. I exercise 4 or 5 times a week, but not in a gym style way. And second, believe it or not, I am not all that comfortable approaching women I do not know, unless there has been a clear sign they are interested. I received no such sign from S.

Fast forward back to the hallway exchange. She stopped me, and said “So, what was with your “visitor” the other night?”

I chuckled a bit and shrugged. I said “Well, that’s a story I wouldn’t share with just anyone. It’s not…” and I was trying to figure out just exactly what to label it.

“Traditional?” she asked. That summed it up pretty well.
“Ha, yes, that’s it.”

“I have more questions if you ever have time to answer them.” She gave a little flirty look and tone with a smile.

“Sure, but I am headed out shortly. Can I get your number and I can text you?”
She obliged and I shot her a quick message with my name so she would have it. I went into my apartment to change and head out for the evening when immediately my phone buzzed. A text already from her. “I am completely intrigued.” She sent.

“Be a good girl and I will tell you all about it.” I wrote back, which elicited heart eye emojis. Three of them.

My god, I thought, she was right under my nose the entire time and didn’t know it.

So that night, I basically gave her the rundown of my dark side, what I was into, what C was doing at my door, and she was blown away that someone like me existed. She was divorced, she had spent time doing bikini body contests, her ex-husband wanted her to get fake tits, which she did, but he never spent much attention on them. Seems as if she had failed to find anyone who would even spank her ass in any kind of consistency and firmness. I told her that not everyone enjoys pain and it’s hard to hurt someone without talking about it first, without establishing boundaries. Turns out, she quickly confessed she was a masochist and has been searching for someone who wasn’t afraid to hurt her. I also shared with her the entire gambit of what I am into. Essentially, I would label myself as a playful Dom, who has both a Daddy and sadistic side.

“God, I have been looking for a Daddy for quite a while.” She said.

“I have been two doors down the whole time.” I sent back with an appropriate emoji.

“When do I get to kneel at your door?”

Instant erection.

This banter continued throughout the night and the next few days, when I finally suggested we have some fun. We spoke about limits, both hard and soft, and certain things she would be open to. A list of do’s and don’t’s, yes and HELL yesses. After everything was level, I gave her a time to be available. She had a son, so I made sure it was a time she wouldn’t have him so she could let go mentally without worrying about him in her apartment.

7 o’clock. Thursday. My door. – The text read.
Yes Daddy.

I provided a list of things she should do – i.e. be hariless below the neck etc, what she will wear, and how she would look. Confirmed she replied.

Thursday I get home a little earlier than usual so I could pick up my place, get the setting right, music queued up. Our walls were a bit thin, so I needed something to mask the noise. Sometimes I pop in a movie, other times I just set out a handful of albums to spin on my turntable.

7 o’clock comes and there is a short quick succession of three knocks. I could tell the nervousness in her knocks, in her knuckles. I took my time, I flipped the record to the B side and approached the door. I peeped through my peephole to confirm she was dressed appropriately. Indeed, she was.

Large pea coat – not a trench coat, there is a difference – wrapped tightly around her small frame, heels, earrings and make up. She looked like a fucking porn star. I opened the door to find her grasping at both edges of the coat, with a death grip, worried it would fly open. Standing in the doorway, holding the door open with my right hand, I look her up and down. I take her in with my eyes first, looking at every inch of her. I then look back up to her eyes and say, “Now open it. I want to make sure you’re exactly how I want you.”

“Right here?”
“YES” I say firmly.
“Yes, Daddy.”

She opens the coat and I see her in nothing but a matching black bra and panty set. A little lacey but definitely sexy and slutty.

“Get your ass in her little girl.” And she quickly shuffles in.

I can tell she is still nervous, she is shaking a bit but completely confident and locks eyes with me. “Do you want this little one?” I ask.
“Yes Daddy. Please.” Music to my ears. I take off her coat, and hang it up in my hallway closet, walk to my living room and give her a little firm spank on the ass on the way by. She moans and bites her lip.

I walk over to my couch and sit down, while the folksy music is spinning.

“Crawl to Daddy baby girl.”

And she quickly falls to her knees and scuttles over. “Pull Daddy’s cock out and show me how you suck dick.”

She fumbles with my belt and button, she is noticeably nervous and shaking. I sit up, put my hand on her chin, look her in the eyes and said “Calm your nerves little one. You’re doing great.”
“Thank you Daddy!” and I can tell she just needed some reassurance as her nervousness started to fade.

She pulls me out and starts going to work. She is quite talented. Sucking me top to bottom, deep throating and getting my dick all kinds of a slobbery mess. She pulls back, strings of her spit drooping from her lips to my cock.

“Don’t forget Daddy’s balls young lady.” And she quickly pays them the kind of attention I like. Taking both in at a time, then just one, licking them from underneath to the front.

“Lower little one, shove that tongue in Daddy’s ass.” She giggles and obeys. It feels fucking amazing. She has taken this opportunity to really divulge herself in her role and her energy is high. She has my soaked cock in both of her hands as she is tonguing the fuck out of my ass. Her face is an absolute mess. Mascara has been running down her cheeks for some time, her lipstick is gone and she is thoroughly enjoying this. As am I.

I grab her by the back of her head and jerk her back. I stand up and start face fucking the hell out of her, making her gag on me, making one eye close slightly from the force of my dick down her throat. I pull my dick out of her mouth and slap her across her mess of a face.

“Someone needs a spanking, doesn’t she?” I ask.

“Oh, please Daddy! Please!” she actually screams.

I snatch her up, bend her over the arm of my couch and kick her ankles out to either side. I grab her by the hair again, and pull her head back towards her ass.

“Arch your fucking back.” Immediately she obeys.

There is just something about a woman arching her back that gets me so fucking hard. Strange I know. But she listens. Bent over my couch, back arched, legs spread out, her head pulled back by her hair far enough that she can only look at the ceiling.

Open palm, no belt. I wanted us both to feel the sting. I raise my hand up and bring it down forcefully on the right cheek of her ass. She lets out a moan, yet her body does not move. Not even an inch. She WANTS this. She NEEDS this and the pain does not faze her. She takes it over and over again without so much as a flinch or a wince.

I take my palm to her other cheek and repeat the same force and rhythm again. She is absolute sponge for this, for me. I spanked her 12 times on each side until her ass is the brightest red I had ever seen.

“What do you say young lady?”

“Thank you Daddy!” and she falls onto my couch and is able to release. She is shaking, convulsing, she has found her sub space and she is thankful. Unbeknown to me she had been coming over and over again. The arm to my couch was a soaking mess. She wasn’t told to ask to cum, but I was glad to see she did so just from my spankings. To see her move this way, to shutter, to shake, was such a turn on for me. I could tell she had been needing this for some time. That she needed the pain. She needed to have the word “Daddy” escape her lips out loud.

I sat next to her, stroking her hair, running my fingers down her incredibly smooth legs, allowing her to go through, and process, this journey to and through sub space she was in. It wasn’t quite after care so much as it was more reassurance and patience. Once she came out of it, she was all smiles. She was glowing. Her eyes were a little heavy, almost drowsy, but completely content. She couldn’t stop smiling and thanked me over and over again. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’re welcome baby girl.”

I let her fully return to a level mental state before finishing her off. I hadn’t came yet, and I was going to fix that.

“My turn young lady.”
“Yes Daddy.”

I kept her on the couch, on her back. I knew she also took yoga and she was flexible. I grabbed her feet by the stems of her heels and pinned them back. She had her legs back over her had, and reached through with her arms, holding the backs of her thighs open to give me complete access.

While she was completely exposed, I shoved my dick in her smooth pussy over and over again. I rubbed her clit slowly at first, and when I picked up the pace with each stroke, so did the aggressiveness I applied to her swollen clit. I hammered her pussy over and over again and all the while she was screaming “Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy! Please please please Daddy!” Over and over again, and I couldn’t hold it. One last pound of her pussy, I pulled out and came all over her incredibly toned body and those aforementioned fake tits.

I fell on top of her in exhaustion on the couch. I laid there for quite a bit letting it all sink in and to let my breathing calm. She continued to run her fingers and hands all over my back, the back of my neck, through my hair, and kept whispering “Thank you Daddy.” I finally was able to sit up and kissed her on her forehead, which brought a big bright smile to her face.

“Let’s go to bed and watch TV little one.” I realized this is not something we talked about, her staying over, but it just came out and it felt like it was the best way to wind down the scene.

“Yes Daddy!” she giggled, I could tell she didn’t expect to stay the night with me, but she was very excited.

We gathered our garments and headed to my bedroom.

“One rule I have for the bed baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Anytime you are in my bed, you will be naked.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She squealed.

We both crawled in bed and she bounced over to be and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a kiss on my chest.

“I know I have said it a lot, but really, thank you Daddy. I needed this.”
“You’re welcome baby girl.” As I again kissed her on the forehead.

“What shall we watch?” she asked.
“How about Friends? It’s always on.” I reply.
“SQUEEEEAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL.”

I took that as a yes.

We dozed off at some point and woke up the next morning. We showered together quickly as I knew she had to retrieve her son. The steam covered the bathroom and she wrote “Thank you Daddy” on the fogged up mirror.

She dressed and quickly said goodbye and headed back to her apartment in just the pea coat she wore over.

S and I continued seeing each other over the next few months. She fell for me. Hard. I didn’t expect that, as I was also seeing C and pursuing other Subs and sexual encounters. All parties knew this ahead of time, though, but it was still difficult for S, and myself, as I had feelings for her too. Eventually, I couldn’t keep seeing her, knowing she loved me and that I was not ready to stop seeing other people. I am not poly, but I also was single and enjoying all the things that came along with the single life.

I miss S sometimes, but I am in a different place. I will always remember and value our time together.

Would you like to read more of these true stories I have had over the years? Let me know if you enjoyed this and I will share one of the many more encounters I have had. Maybe I will share another of C and the best threesome I have ever had in my next installment, or maybe I will write about the largest age gap I have ever experienced.

If there are any Subs/Littles out there enjoying this, I want to hear from you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9oqu0g/mf_the_neighbor_another_true_story_about_my_time