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I had this vision of discovering an amazing thing about my neighbors. --
deirdre
Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author does
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the express permission and guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre
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Neighbor 3
by deirdre
I suppose everyone has probably stumbled across some kind of strange
sex-play by friends or even strangers, but what I ran into is probably
stranger than what most people have seen. Our neighbors did something
truly strange: in the afternoon when he came home, they went into their
back yard. They have a high fence, but I can see over it from one of our
upstairs windows. *She* would be *completely naked*! *He* would follow
her out and they would go to a tree and he would tie her arms above her
head to a branch! Then he would put a gag on her and then he would step
back and whip her! She would show that she was obviously feeling it, but
she always walked out there, ready to go! She even looked *eager*! When
he was done, he would untie her and they would go back inside. Sometimes
she would grab him and press her body up against him, still naked. Other
times, she would pull on his arm to hurry him into the house. She looked
like she wanted to *rape* him!
I only talked to either of them once in a great while. Her name was
Martha. She is actually quite attractive and if you ever saw her on the
street, you'd never suspect what she does in the privacy of her own yard.
So one morning I was talking to her in the front yard and she invited me in
for coffee. I hadn't been in their house before and somehow that
reinforced my mind's tendency to go back to the vision of Martha in the
back yard. I looked at Martha. She dressed so well- -she wore clothes
well. She talked away just as if she were any ordinary person. And *I*
knew her secret: what she *really* liked!
I wondered if I could get her to admit her secret. I don't know what
had come over me--I'm usually not like that! When I glanced around the
house, a *whip* caught my eye! It was hanging on the wall in the family
room, in sort of a decorative way. Was that the whip she got whipped with?
I watched her while she talked, barely listening, just nodding. What would
she say if confronted with it?
I *noticed* the whip: "Hey, what's that?" I stood up and walked into
the family room. I couldn't believe I was doing this. She turned in her
seat to see what I was doing and then stood up and followed me. I walked
right up to the whip. "*That's* really something!"
"You like it?" A silly thing for her to say. But then again, what do
you say when someone compliments your whip. I studied it. There was no
dust settled on it whatsoever.
"Gives the room a sort of rustic flavor," I offered. I took the
plunge: "I guess it can also be fun." I smiled what I hoped was a knowing
smile. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
She didn't look put out. "I suppose there are those who enjoy such
things," she said in a slightly snotty manner. The little hypocrite. I
just *had* to score a hit--to see her squirm.
"I wonder what it would be like to be whipped?" I askd, as innocently
as I could manage.
"Shouldn't be any problem finding out," she said and she grabbed the
whip and grabbed my wrist.
"Hey!" I said. She was pulling me outside! Toward the tree with the
branch!
"You seem to want to know," she shot back. I couldn't believe I had
gotten into this mess. Should I scream? And bring everyone?
"No!" I said, but not really loud. She really was strong--I couldn't
break free of her grip on my wrist. We had reached the tree and she threw
the whip on the ground! She grabbed my wrist with her other hand--actually
she put on a handcuff because I found it on my wrist! She had my arm in the
air, holding the other cuff over the branch and in seconds had my hands
attached over the branch!
"You *can't* do this!"
"Have problems with the idea of being whipped?" She asked. She was
pulling off my jeans! And then panties!
"Martha, please!" She pushed something in my mouth. A gag! Attached
around my head!
"I suspect you've *earned* this and you know exactly what I mean," she
answered. I stood there stunned--feeling guilty.
The pain shot through me and it registered that I heard the roar of
the whip and snap. My body jerked and jerked again with the next blows.
Then she reached her hand around to my crotch. Wet.
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Neighbor 3
by deirdre
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