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Subject: {ASSM} "Neighbor3"  by  deirdre (MF, FF, bdsm) -- rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Neighbor3

by deirdre

(MF, FF, bdsm)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We are reposting all 156 stories, with her comments, in
alphabetical order.

While you're reading the a.s.s.m., 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy some more of the originals too! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Fri, 6 May 1994 03:15:52 

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 not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Neighbor3 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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