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\nBeing Neighbourly

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\nMy name is Maxine, and I am a\nbit of a golf widow, with my husband often going away all weekend to\nhit little white balls, for reasons which I have never been able to\nunderstand. It has tended to leave me more than a little frustrated\nat times.

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

\n I waited in the pub for\nXandra, but time passed, and Xandra didn’t show. That was unlike\nher. She was the opposite of tardy. She was the sort of person who,\nif they said that they were going to be there for 7, was there at\n6.55. Every time. And she was not the sort of person who would stand\nme up, as we got on really well, despite the fact that I was almost\ntwenty years older than her. Something had to be wrong.

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

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

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

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

\n I went to the door to the\nstone steps going down into the cellar. The light above the steps was\non. \n

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

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

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

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

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

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

\n “Mmmmf!” she said.

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

\n I noticed that there was a\nprogram running on the laptop. It listed various things, such as\nmetal phallus (port one); and metal anal phallus (port two). Those\nwere lit up. The other “ports” were dark, but things had been\nentered: urethral sound. clitoral clamp, nipple clamp 1, nipple clamp\n2. \n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\n I went into the BOOT menu\nof the program, and changed the parameters. I tested different\nstrengths. The one I couldn’t stand was 20. That hadn’t knocked\nme out, but I never wanted to feel that again. I set 20 as the\ndefault maximum level for the shocks. \n

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

\n “Just five more minutes.”\nI said, turning back to the laptop, when I began to get bored of\nshocking her. I changed the settings: thirty seconds of shocks,\nfollowed by thirty seconds to recover. And the last five shocks were\nall on level twenty.

\n It was a good thing that\nXandra was gagged as, as her body became a single coil of muscle, she\nscreamed her head off into the gag. She fainted after the fifth\nshock. I had to slap her across the face to bring her back to\nreality.

\n “There we are, the shocks\nare all gone.” I said. I had set the dildos on vibrate again (level\n10 of course). “Now it is time to punish your tits. I’m tired of\nyou going around showing off your massive knockers. You must be\npunished for them.”

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

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

\n “Mmmmf.” She was\ngroaning again. \n

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

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

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

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

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

\n “Get on all fours.” I\nsaid. Xandra did as I had commanded. I then proceeded to ream out her\ncunt with the studded dildo. I got all of it inside her, to much\ngasping from her. I kept fucking her until the kinky little bitch\nsquealed out another orgasm. \n

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

\n Xandra shook her head. She\nlooked exhausted. \n

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

\n I played around with the\nsettings on the laptop. I told Xandra what I had done. \n

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

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

\n We didn’t get to level\n20. At around level 12 Xandra got overcome by the shocks, falling\nover and jerking around. It was the sight of her suffering for me\nwhich finally got her over the edge.

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

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

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\nThe End

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