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Finding Out About Mr. M (Part 4)

A frustrated wife can't stop thinking about her new neighbor.

Chapter 11 – A Little Convincing.

One week later. 8:03PM.

Jen spent the previous week wearing her neighbor's dress shirt to bed. She made no attempts in hiding it either. There probably would've been one hell of an awkward conversation if Tom had decided to come upstairs instead of sleeping in the basement, but Jen didn't care anymore. She'd made countless number of attempts to try to get what she needed. And she wasn't just vaguely hinting or being coy about it. She blatantly told her husband what she wanted but he couldn't give it to her. The past few weeks had resulted in numerous near slip-ups and her already dwindling self-control was now at an all-time low. But what if she went next door and Ryan wasn't what she expected? What if he was all talk? What if he was actually timid and shy when they got down to business? Then what? She would be a cheater for nothing. Her sexual needs wouldn't be met, her vows would be broken, and she would be right back at square one. Maybe she would give Anthony a shot then? But what Ryan told her at his kitchen table last week was right. She wanted a guy she looked up to. She didn't look up to Anthony. He was just some college punk with a good body and a big dick. Sure, she did some crazy stuff in that video she sent him, but he didn't actually stimulate her. She could replace Anthony with a dozen other guys from the gym. But Ryan was different. Ryan was special. 

But something felt desperate and pathetic about constantly throwing herself at her neighbor the way she was. She originally went next door to chew him out over Ashley wearing a maid outfit, and in the end, she wore that same outfit while cleaning his house and doing chores for him multiple times. And then trying to steal one of his dress shirts? And actually accepting it after he busted her? Or what about the blowjob she wanted to give him? Who was she kidding? She still wanted to. She needed to make a decision. Either go next door and get it over with, or stop fantasizing about her neighbor. The constant inner-struggle was overbearing and the brunette was beginning to feel the effects. This past week was the first good night's sleep she'd gotten in weeks...all thanks to that shirt. But she didn't feel right anywhere else in life. She was sloppy at work, she constantly felt distant and distracted, and even her cooking wasn't as sharp as usual. She just felt drained. Well, until she put that shirt on and went to bed. Then she never felt more alive.

She was sitting alone in bed on this bitterly cold late November night. Ashley was working on a paper in her bedroom while Tom was at work. Normally, she would be reading or asking her daughter for a movie recommendation on a night like this. The house was clean, the bills were paid, and she was relatively bored. But her focus was locked on one thing. She found another small, manila envelope in the mailbox after arriving home from work earlier. Part of her was relieved that she found it this time instead of Ashley. Too many suspicious packages might start raising some questions. But a bigger part of her was debating if she should just throw it out. She knew it was obviously from Ryan. It was an identical package to the one her collar had arrived in. The same collar she'd worn to bed every night along with his dress shirt. And while her neighbor was constantly on her mind over the past seven days, she hadn't actually seen him. She skipped her weekly cleaning gig and tried her best to not find a reason to go over there, but that was becoming harder and harder to do. And opening this package was only going to make her crave him more. She knew that...

But she opened it anyway.

A smile quickly grew on her face. Thick, black, firm leather flowed along her hand as the sensation of cold metal trickled against her fingers. She continued to unwind her new present before eventually resting it on top of her satin bed sheets. It was a dog leash. A dog leash that had 'Jen' stitched into the leather with white linen thread. She pulled her collar out of her nightstand and quickly put it on. That tight, tense, controlled feeling was back and it made her feel alive. She raised the leashes steel buckle to her neck and clipped it around the metal loop which hung from the middle of her collar. It snapped shut.

Jen felt a tingle flow through her body. How did Ryan know she wanted this? Not only the collar, but the leash. Was he that perfect? Was he that far inside her head? She had all the supplies to play out her fantasy but there was still a key component missing: a man. Tom certainly didn't fit the bill. He wouldn't be on board anyway, but even if he was, the idea of him leading her around was repulsive. She needed someone she desired and lusted for. She needed someone who was strong and wouldn't hesitate. She needed Ryan.

Jen hurried downstairs and wrapped herself in her winter jacket. Her new leash found her pocket as her collar stayed on. She rushed across the snow covered grass and to her neighbor's completely dark house. That wasn't a good sign. She rang the doorbell anyway.

Nothing.

She rang it again.

Nothing.

Feverish pounds against the door replaced the sound of the bell as she desperately tried to will him to answer. There was no use. He obviously wasn't home. She sulked back across the yard, more frustrated than ever. Here she was, finally ready to confront the giant elephant in the room, and of course he wasn't there. Jen was desperate and she did the one thing she never imagined doing. She walked upstairs and opened Ashley's door.

The teen had her headphones in as she worked on her computer, oblivious that her distraught mother was standing behind her. A gentle tap on her shoulder caused her to spin around and let out a yell.

“It's just me,” Jen said.

Ashley let out a deep exhale before removing her earbuds. “Jesus, Mom! You scared me to death!”

“I'm sorry,” she apologized. “I need to talk to you.”

She'd never seen her mother look like this before. Her hands were shaking and her face was full of panic and confusion. It was an unsettling sight to see.

“Sit,” Ashley directed her as she pointed at her bed. “What's going on?”

Jen was done hiding and lying about what she'd been up to. She needed to spill her guts to someone. She needed to let go of this burden that had been on her back since that late October day when she first met Ryan. And Ashley was her most trusted confidant in life.

“I've been flirting with Ryan.”

Ashley's jaw dropped from her seat in the computer chair. Her mother was only a few feet away from her, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I know...” Jen groaned. “It's—”

“For how long?” Ashley interrupted.

“Umm... Remember when I got mad at you for cleaning his house dressed like a maid?”

The young brunette nodded.

“Well, a week later I went over to his house to bitch him out. And, well...I kind of ended up cleaning his house...”

“Mom...”

“In that maid outfit,” Jen finished while looking away. “I'm such a hypocrite.”

Ashley took a deep breath. “Holy shit. That's been it?”

Jen shook her head.

“What else?”

“Well, I've been going over there pretty much on a weekly basis to clean,” Jen told her. “I've been thinking about him constantly, I've been wearing this collar he gave me,” she stated before unzipping her coat and pulling down the neck of her shirt. Ashley peered her eyes to read the 'Daddy's Girl' writing on the black leather in stunned disbelief. “I've been doing his laundry and stuff, made him ice cream, and I kind of...kind of tried to seduce him.”

Ashley raised her eyebrows. “What!?”

“I may have tried to give him...” Jen gulped. “Oral sex...”

“Jesus Christ, Mom...”

“And I tried stealing one of his dress shirts but he caught me. He let me have it anyway and I've been wearing it to bed every night for the past week.”

The high school senior ran her hand through her long, dark hair. “Is this a joke?”

“No, and you have no idea how good it feels to finally tell someone this.” She reached into her jacket pocket and tossed the dog leash to her daughter. “And he gave me this too.”

“Wow...”

“I know,” Jen groaned. “I don't know what to do. He isn't even paying me to clean but I do it anyway. I don't know him but he feels like everything I've ever wanted. And I'm not stupid. I know we aren't going to have some courtship or that he's going to want to date me or something. He can probably have any woman he wants. I'm just...confused.”

“You should go for it.”

Jen's head perked up. “What?”

“You should go for it,” Ashley repeated.

“But, what about Dad? I'm...I'm married.”

“You have no idea how much better I feel without Mike,” she told her mother. “And it's not even like I replaced him with someone. It's just...that weight is gone, you know? It's freeing. You and Dad don't get along. Mom, it's so obvious. And it's been that way for years. And remember the talk we had a while ago? Actually, the last couple talks we had? You aren't happy with him. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm eighteen. I don't want you to sacrifice your happiness for me. I'll always love Dad, but if you decide that leaving him would be the best decision for yourself, then you should do it. And maybe not even that. Maybe you go do something that stays private and you decide it wasn't what you wanted. Maybe you come back home and realize that the life you have isn't so bad. How are you ever going to know unless you find out?”

“Ashley, it doesn't work that way,” Jen stated. “You can't just go mess around with someone and then come back if it doesn't work.”

“Why not? You aren't newlyweds. You've been married for twenty years. Dad doesn't have any of the qualities you told me you value in a man. Mom, you can't possibly be happy.”

Jen took a moment to think. “But...what if he just wants to use me? Like, I don't know if that's what I want. Sometimes it is but sometimes it isn't.”

Ashley pointed at her mother's jacket. “Where did you just come from?”

Her eyes darted down to the floor. “His house...”

“And...?”

“He wasn't home,” Jen quietly answered. “I have no idea what I would've done if he was. Part of me wants to throw this collar at him tell and him to leave me alone, but another part wants to hand him that leash and tell him to use it on me.”

“You're positive you can't get what you want from Dad?” Ashley inquired.

“Beyond positive,” she answered. “I've literally tried everything. You would laugh at half the stuff I've done...”

“I still say to go for it,” the teen told her mom. “Trust me, I'll never think differently of you. I can't imagine being with Mike for twenty years so I have no idea how you're feeling right now. Probably awful. Are you caught up in some kind of fantasy? Maybe. But maybe not. Maybe everything you want and need is right next door.”

“He told me a story about how he picked up some young blonde from the bar the other week,” Jen said, “and how he fucked her brains out a half an hour after meeting her. I can't compete with that, honey. I'm not some college girl. I'm forty-four.”

Ashley promptly shook her head. “You don't look your age. And even if you did, who cares? He's obviously flirting with you. Just go for it. Sure, maybe you two don't end up together, but it could give you the kick in the ass to go for what you really want. Like how the talk we had gave me the motivation to leave Mike!”

“I don't know. I mean, it doesn't seem right...”

Ashley's eyes tracked a sudden light in the room as she spun in her chair and looked out the window at their neighbor's house. Ryan's black BMW pulled into his garage.

“...and it could end up being awful,” Jen continued, her focus never leaving the floor. “I—”

“He's home,” Ashley interrupted.

Jen looked up. “What?”

“Ryan's home,” Ashley told her. “I just saw his car pull into his garage.” She tossed the leash back to her mother and smiled. “Go get him.”

“I don't know...”

“This is like something out of an erotic novel,” the teen laughed. “A sexually deprived wife falls for the sexy, mysterious neighbor who may or may not have a dark side. Juicy...”

“This isn't a joke,” Jen smirked. “But, yeah...I would probably read that...”

“So would I!” Ashley laughed again. “Come on... Go have some fun for the first time in how long?”

“Like, almost twenty years...” she answered.

Ashley smiled. “Go... Go!”

Jen grabbed her leash and slid it back into her jacket pocket. She quickly hurried out of her daughter's room, down the stairs, and out of the house to be greeted by the sight of a black BMV pulling out of her neighbor's garage. She watched the passenger window roll down as she approached it.

“Hey, Jen.”

She leaned down and smiled at Ryan who was wearing a black trench coat. A briefcase was on the seat but she was holding out hope that this wasn't what it looked like.

“Hey,” she smiled back. “Sorry, are you leaving?”

“Yeah, I just had to grab some papers real quick. I'm flying to California for some meetings.”

Her heart promptly sank. “Oh. Umm...for how long?”

“A week. You need something?”

Yeah, she needed something alright. She waited, and waited, and waited, and when she finally decided to go for it, he was leaving. She was right back at square one.

“No, I'm good. Do you want us to grab your mail while your gone?”

“That would be great,” he told her. “I gotta get going. Cya, Jen.”

“Bye,” she waived as she watched him back out into the street. It was never going to happen...

Chapter 12 – Baby Steps.

One week later. Early December. 2:17PM.

Jen had gone back and forth with herself all week. She'd even tried giving Tom another shot for some reason. Actually, she gave him multiple opportunities. She was rejected all but once and that one time may as well not have happened. It was twenty-three seconds of missionary sex with a horrific grunting noise during his orgasm which was still ringing in her head. There wasn't even any foreplay. The only reason she was wet was because she was thinking of Ryan.

Everything always came back to her neighbor. She felt like a teenage girl who'd been rejected by her crush after he pulled out of the driveway seven days ago. Ashley told her to just wait. To wait until he came back and then go for it again. But more and more doubt was creeping into her mind as the days passed. She was picturing herself standing in front of some judge in divorce court, being called a whore and a cheater for her despicable actions. How could a wife and mother allow herself to give into unfaithful temptations like that? What kind of example was she setting for her child? But that judge wouldn't understand. They wouldn't know what it was like to feel unwanted and undesired for so long. To never receive the proper sexual attention. Men couldn't understand her pain. Orgasms from sex were almost a guarantee for guys. And if they didn't cum, then it was a problem on their end. But so often women are just an afterthought when it comes to sex. And the answer was always the same: get yourself off. Well, Jen was tired of playing with herself like some horny teenager. She wanted to be taken care of.

But maybe Ashley was right. Maybe she had to go get what she wanted. Maybe in order to be submissive, she had to be aggressive. And that was why she was staring out the window on this snowy afternoon. She had the day off from work and was desperately praying that Ryan would return home early. There was a decent chance of that happening, right? Seven day business trips are usually rewarded by heading home a few hours before the norm, aren't they? But Ryan didn't seem like the kind of guy who took shortcuts. Maybe today wouldn't be any different from a typical weekday. Jen had no idea but she wasn't taking any chances missing him again. And the fact she'd been standing in front of her window for the past ninety minutes only showed what her decision was. She even bid Tom farewell as he left for work forty minutes ago. It had no impact on her decision. She was ready to cheat.

Three hours later...

That black BMV may as well have been Elijah in a chariot of fire. The view of her neighbor's car pulling into his driveway grabbed her attention like nothing ever had. She quickly threw on her coat and bolted out the door.

Seconds later she was standing on Ryan's front step, ringing the doorbell as her foot rapidly tapped on the frozen stone below. She wasn't waiting any longer. No more depriving herself from what she really wanted. The sexy hunk who lived next door was going to play out all of her wildest and craziest fantasies...today.

No answer.

She impatiently rang the doorbell again and followed with three firm knocks on the wooden door.

It finally opened.

“Hey, Jen.”

She reached into her coat pocket and held out her hand. The leather leash was dangling from her grasp. “I want this.”

Ryan didn't react as he stared at her.

“This. I want this,” she firmly repeated. “Now.”

He calmly stepped aside as she eagerly moved inside his warm house. “So, how do we do this?”

Ryan shut the front door and turned to his neighbor with a stoic expression. He removed the leash from her grip and slowly walked into the kitchen, still dressed in his winter trench coat before turning a teapot on at the stove.

“Do you want me to go upstairs or what?” she asked.

He found a mug and a teabag in the cupboard and set them down on the counter before taking a seat at the kitchen table.

“Hello?” she asked again.

He didn't react. The leash was now lying across the oak surface as he continued to silently wait for his water to boil.

What was going on? Was he not on board with this? Maybe her worst nightmare was coming true. Maybe he was all talk. Maybe there wasn't any cute blonde at the bar that night and all the stuff he told her was bullshit. What if he was buckling under the pressure? What if he loved to talk a big game but when a girl finally took him up on one of his offers, he folded? But maybe it wasn't any of that. What if he wanted something else? What if they were reading the same book but she was a few pages behind? In her mind, he was a dominant, alpha male who'd just arrived home after being out of town for the past week. And she wanted to be his submissive, timid plaything. Now that she thought about it, barging into his home and demanding sex probably wasn't the best approach. He had a million different options and she couldn't even get her own husband to fuck her properly. Who was she to be making demands? She had to earn what she wanted, but how?

A small layer of dust on the end table sitting next to her suddenly caught her attention. Bingo...

An hour later...

Jen finished the last of her neighbor's laundry and carried the full basket of clothes upstairs to his bedroom. She'd already cleaned the entire downstairs without Ryan acknowledging her. He just sipped his tea while working on his laptop at the kitchen table. She was beginning to consider the possibility of this not happening. It seemed more and more like he wasn't interested in her. Sure, the way she approached him today may not have been her best idea, but what guy turned down sex like that? Well, Tom for one. But Tom was different from Ryan. Her husband was lazy and unmotivated while Ryan was sexy and driven. But maybe he had some sexy twenty year old in California fucking his brains all last week. That definitely wasn't out of the realm of possibility, and if that was what indeed happened, then the sight of her throwing herself at him might not be so appealing.

But none of that stopped her from strutting through his house in her maid uniform with her 'Daddy's Girl' collar tightly wrapped around her neck. Desperate, pathetic, woeful...the adjectives which had described her behavior over the past few months no longer bothered her. She was determined to stick this out until she got what she wanted. She still had to clean the upstairs but Jen was running through possible scenarios in her mind in case her neighbor didn't make a move on her today. She was absolutely going to initiate things if it came to that. Sure, her fantasy would take a hit. He wouldn't appear as dominant and controlling if he needed to be led, but that wouldn't ruin things for her. It could still turn out how she wanted. Maybe if...

Her head snapped around courtesy of a loud whistle coming from her rear. There she was greeted by the sight of Ryan leaning against his bedroom doorframe, clothed in his black dress pants and white dress shirt which was partially unbuttoned. She could see a hint of dark chest hair on his muscular upper chest. His usual five o'clock shadow was slightly darker and more pronounced, and his dazzling blue eyes were as piercing as ever. She nervously fumbled the pair of athletic shorts she was putting away before quickly kneeling down to retrieve them.

Another whistle caused her attention to shoot back to her neighbor. His right hand slowly moved away from his body as he gave her the 'come hither' motion with his index finger. Jen promptly stood up and put his shorts into the drawer before taking a step in his direction.

This time there wasn't a whistle, or words, or even a hand signal. It was his eyes. His powerful, compelling, irresistible blue eyes told her to stop. They were telling her she was a bad girl by the stern look she was receiving.

Jen immediately froze.

This time his finger moved down and pointed at the floor. She didn't waste a second in dropping to her knees. She wasn't sure how, but she knew exactly what he wanted. Her right hand found the floor as her left hand followed. The thin layer of nylon her stockings provided for her knees didn't do much to ease the roughness of the hardwood on her skin, but she didn't care at the moment. Broken glass littered throughout the room wouldn't stop her from doing this. Ever so slowly the forty-four-year-old mother of one crawled toward her neighbor, her head never more than a few inches from the ground but her brown eyes never leaving her master's face. Master? Was that what he was? He could be whatever he wanted and Jen would go right along with it. As much as she craved her neighbor while she was standing up, her spot on the floor below only made her want him that much more.

She finally reached his feet which were covered in black socks and obediently looked down at the floor. What was coming next? More instructions? Or maybe this was it and he was going to drag her to the bed for the pounding of her life? But before more lavish fantasies could rifle through her brunette head, the sound of steel snapping around metal filled her ears. Her eyes caught up a moment later as she noticed her leash now locked around the loop on her collar. Her head swiftly shot up.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

That stern look was back on his face. It was the same expression that told her she was a bad girl moments ago. She felt a pain run through her body due to his reaction. She never wanted to see it again.

“Two rules,” Ryan began. “One, you speak when spoken to. Understood?”

She quickly nodded.

“Two, you will address me as 'Daddy' from now on. Are we clear?”

Jen's arms were shaking. It was finally happening. “Yes, Daddy...”

“Good girl,” he told her with a comforting smile. “The downstairs looks nice. You did a very good job.”

She was glowing.

“I have a little treat for you,” he said as he choked up on the leash, causing her head to lightly snap.

She willingly allowed herself to be moved out of the room as she crawled behind her neighbor who was leading her with the leather leash. They took a right in the upstairs hallway and made their way toward his office. If a stranger popped out of the bathroom and looked at what was going on right now and was asked their thoughts, a few choice words would probably come to mind. Demeaning, humiliating, embarrassing. But Jen wouldn't use any of those descriptions. Words like comforting, soothing, and reassuring would most likely come out of her mouth. She was a grown woman with a husband and a daughter. She worked full-time, ran a household, and dealt with all the stresses Tom refused to take on. She couldn't remember the last time she left the house without her cell phone. In fact, she would probably have a panic attack if she did. She missed the feeling of her childhood. When she would run outside after school and not come home until the sun went down. She didn't have a phone, or an ID, or even money when she was a kid, but she felt fearless going out into the real world empty-handed. Why was the ten-year-old version of her comfortable in that type of situation, but the forty-four-year-old version wasn't? She yearned to not have to care about her problems and responsibilities. And that was the exact thing she was experiencing at this very moment. She assumed they were heading toward his office but she wasn't sure, she was clueless as to what was going to happen, and she no longer cared. Jen once again felt innocent and helpless. She felt youthful and naive. She felt like a child. But a child never truly felt safe unless they had someone looking out for them. And Jen had a protector. She had a master. She had a daddy.

Every foot she crawled forward sent a chill down her spine. It was like someone tore off her outfit and opened a window to allow the frigid, polar air to rip through her skin. Every inch closer to his office made her feel alive. It made her feel powerless and vulnerable. It made her feel bad. Very, very, very bad. And there was only one remedy for a bad girl: punishment.

They finally approached the door as Daddy turned the handle. His office looked like it usually did. A desk in the far back in front of the window, a bookshelf with an array of novels and paperbacks to her left, and stacks of boxes containing paperwork and files lined up against the wall on the right. But one thing was different. One thing looked out of place. Well, out of place to most people. Not to Jen. For Jen, it was absolutely perfect.

A stainless steel dog bowl was lying in the middle of the floor. Daddy pulled on the leash and led her to her treat. It was her reward for doing such a great job cleaning the downstairs. In reality, it was a bowl full of water, but deep down, it was so much more than that. It was the beginning stages of showing her submission and accepting Daddy's dominance. She wanted to be treated like a pet. Master's love and care for their animals, but they don't respect them on the same level as a spouse or a partner. And that's what Jen wanted from Daddy. She wanted to impress him, but she desired to be seen as less than an equal. Master's love their pets but they don't ask for their thoughts and opinions. Jen needed that. She needed a man who let her shut off her brain and act on her most basic of primal instincts. She wanted to please without having to think. And as she crept closer to that dog bowl, her mouth began to salivate. She was frantic to show her master just how much she needed him.

“Go ahead,” Ryan calmly addressed her. “You earned it.”

Jen began lapping at the water with her tongue. The sense of humility was indescribable. No part of her was thirsty, but she continued to drink anyway. Something about this position felt so natural to her. The sound of the metal loop on her collar hitting the steel bowl suddenly rang out and sent a shock of electricity through her blood. This was so much different from her time with Bill. Her old college boyfriend dominated her with physicality, not psychology, and knowing she was matched up against a superior man made her tingle. She drank her fill before innocently looking over to her left where Master was waiting.

A firm hand dropped on her head and softly tousled her wavy, brown hair. “You can finish cleaning the upstairs now,” he told her before unhooking the leash. And just like that, he disappeared into the hallway and vanished.

Her hand immediately found her clit as she began feverishly rubbing herself through her soft cotton panties. She could easily cum within seconds if she truly wanted to, but she didn't. She wanted to wait. She wanted Daddy to give her the go ahead and tell her it was okay. But more importantly, she wanted him to see what he did to her. She didn't want to cum all alone in his study by herself. She wanted to do it with him. And it was only a matter of time...

Chapter 13 – How Rough is Too Rough?

She saved Ryan's bedroom for last as the cloth in her hand removed any remnants of dust from his nightstand. Her mind felt woozy as she attempted to control her anticipation. Honestly, she would come over every day just to be led around by that dog leash. There was no doubt what her biggest fetish was now. She always wanted to try doing that, but actually crawling around was an entirely different story. It fed her insatiable desire to be dominated. But what now? She was doing her best to clean as fast as she possibly could. The sooner she was done, the sooner they were going to pick up where they left off, right? 

Her hand suddenly stopped moving as she froze and listened.

The unmistakable sound of heavy tread ascending the stairs captured her attention. Slowly and powerfully those loud footsteps clomped closer to the bedroom. She promptly turned her focus back to her dusting as she eagerly waited.

Softer, more attentive steps sounded in the hallway and gradually entered the room. Jen took a peek at the door out of the corner of her eye only to come up empty. There wasn't anyone there. There was...

“Oh!”

She yelped out in surprise as a rough, calloused hand firmly grasped the back of her neck. Warm breath tickled her eardrum as a smile formed on her face.

“I'm not going to go easy on you,” that deep, dominant voice whispered. “If at any moment this is too much, you say the word 'apple,' and we'll stop. But if I don't hear that word, Daddy's little girl is gonna get it...”

Jen felt her body shake as her legs tingled. 'Apple' may as well have been erased from her vocabulary. A lot of words were going to be said over the next however many minutes, but she could guarantee 'apple' wouldn't be one of them.

“Tell me you understand,” he firmly whispered again as the strong grip around her neck tightened.

“I understand, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he told her. “Now go find your toys.”

His hold on the back of her neck loosened as a forceful push on her upper back sent her moving toward his closet in her black high heels and maid outfit. Her pace didn't slow as she excitedly opened the door and dug into the back for the box of sex toys. Or better yet, 'her toys.' Were they hers now? Were the days of them being used on tight, toned, little college girls over? She wanted them just for herself. Just like her collar and leash had her name on them, she wanted each and every object in this box to be labeled the same way. Her hands clasped around the wooden box as she carried it over to Daddy and gently placed it at his feet.

His finger pointed at the bed.

She tried to hide her excitement as she took a seat on the edge of his mattress and processed the smooth, soft feeling of the red silk sheets against her skin. Standing five feet in front of her was the man of her dreams. Tall, dark, handsome. Dominant, authoritative, athletic. He was everything her husband wasn't. He was everything the rest of the men in the world weren't. And at this moment, she felt like she was all his.

He slowly bent at the knee and opened the box. The sounds of metal, steel, and plastic rattling and clanging against one another was paralyzing to her. Every noise represented a different fantasy. Every clank and clash was a chapter in this new story of her life.

She watched his hand emerge with a black blindfold. Every step he moved in her direction felt like it was in slow motion. Every inch closer was a painful reminder of the dozens more which needed to be traveled. Finally he came to a stop as the cotton from his dress pants grazed against the razor-thin nylon on her legs. Her eyes traveled the length of his clothed body until they arrived at his chiseled face. She patiently waited...

Suddenly, her world turned black. She was surrounded by darkness as the feeling of the blindfold being tightly tied at the back of her head caused her body to shiver. A finger slowly traveled down her smooth cheek before tenderly pressing against her soft, pouty lips.

She opened her mouth.

The firmness of his nail was replaced by the sleekness of his finger. Deeper and deeper it traveled until it hit her gag reflex and caused her to flinch. But then the gentleness came back. The tip of his finger was exploring the lining of her tongue. She felt so innocent. Eager and excited to accept every part of her master inside all her holes. Completely willing to allow Daddy to push her boundaries because after all...he knows best. His finger slid along her tongue before tracing her lips. And then that comforting feeling vanished. It...

Slap!

There wasn't any time to prepare herself as Jen felt his open hand firmly make contact with the side of her cheek as a stinging sensation overtook her senses. She'd never been hit before. It wasn't hard, but it was rough. Just rough enough to send a message. Just sturdy enough to make sure she was really up for this.

“You can speak,” Ryan said.

It was like he could read her mind. One word was desperately wanting to escape from her lips, but she remembered rule number one. 'Speak when spoken to.' But Daddy knew what she wanted.

“Harder,” Jen smiled.

A harsh crack propelled her body to the left as her hands pressed against the mattress below to keep herself from falling back onto the sheets. It was a painful stinging that reminded her she was alive. That she had feelings. That she liked a little pain to go along with her pleasure.

But before she could process more of her emotions, her body was roughly flipped and bent over the edge of the bed. Her heels were locked on the hardwood floor below as her legs towered over the side of the mattress. Hands began exploring her thighs and slipped under the skirt of her costume, finding a mix of skin and cotton panties underneath. She was being silently worshiped. Her body was being mutely admired. Rough, masculine skin was pressing against the surface of her soft, feminine body and the results were evident in her soaking wet panties.

The feeling of safeness and protection were replaced by coldness and worry as those warm hands left her body and the sound of footsteps took their place. She listened to Daddy slowly leave the room as she patiently waited for him to return.

Thud...thud...thud...

He was coming back...

Jen listened to a rumbling coming from the box of toys behind her before a large bulge pressed against her backside. Those warm, soothing hands were back on her body as she felt the top of her maid outfit pulled down. Her breasts were now exposed to the warm bedroom air as her costume continued to descend. The black polyester material trailed down her legs before a guiding hand on her calves told her to step up. He pulled her outfit off and tossed it to the side. Her body was thoroughly exposed. A pair of black high heels, thin, white nylon stockings, and her black cotton panties were all that covered her from the world. But as vulnerable as she felt, the comforting sensation of those powerful hands on her body made her feel like she was wrapped in a blanket. His hands were always on her. Her legs, her thighs, and her perky butt were receiving the majority of the attention, but her back and shoulders were being well taken care of as well. She felt like a goddess. Like a virgin moments before she lost her purity. This soft, gentle side of Daddy wasn't going to last. She was sure of that.

His hands ran the length of her toned back before they eventually settled on her panties. Jen expected them to be pulled down. Gently, roughly, quickly, or slowly...she wasn't sure how it was going to happen. But it was going to happen. But then it didn't...

Daddy's fingers sank into the cotton as his hands roughly separated to the sides, taking the material with him. Her underwear was ripped in half and disappeared from her skin. The time for tenderness was over. She was about to find out if she was really up for this.

The rattle of his belt buckle filled her ears. She was submissively bent over his king sized bed with her butt arched high in the air, eagerly awaiting to be taught a lesson. A lesson about sex. A lesson about lust, and passion, and devotion. A lesson about pleasure. And a lesson about pain.

She heard a light thud hit the silk sheets beside her. It was his belt. She anxiously waited for the sound she was craving more than life itself. More than her own safety or well-being. More than her own joy or happiness. She needed to hear it...

Zip...

It was the sound of his zipper descending. The tension was excruciating as she waited for that feeling. Suddenly, she felt it. The head of his penis slowly rubbing against the moist lips of her vagina. It was enough to make her forget all her worries in the world. What was for dinner, the cable bill that she might've forgotten to pay, or what was going to happen with Tom. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was what Daddy had planned for her.

The electricity of their most intimate of areas finally touching faded as she heard more footsteps in the darkness. While she'd prefer to be able to see her surroundings, the thrill of being this helpless was even more rewarding. It...

Her right arm was abruptly snapped behind her back as she felt cold steel clamp around her tender skin. Her left arm followed and her wrists were tightly locked together. A pair of black handcuffs raised the stakes to a completely different level. She was no longer just blindfolded over her neighbor's bed. She was now blindfolded and helplessly handcuffed. Even a simple task like feeling the firm leather of her collar was now rendered impossible thanks to Daddy. The right side of her face continued to press into his silk sheets as she patiently waited.

“I know what you want, Princess.”

Princess? Princess!? She had a pet name!? She'd begged Tom for a pet name for years. Hell, she'd begged Bill and the boyfriends before him. But none of them liked the idea of calling her anything other than Jen. But now she was 'Princess.' And what could be more fitting? What else would daddy's little girl prefer? That's what she really wanted to be at heart. A helpless little girl who let Daddy take care of her. And she finally had her wish. She was finally a princess...

This time there wasn't any exploration of her body with his hands, there wasn't any teasing of her wet vaginal lips, and there wasn't any more dirty talk. There was just an overwhelming fullness.

His long, thick girth sank into her insides and the sensation of fullness caused her mind to go blank. Her eyes, hidden deep behind the silk of her blindfold, instantly rolled back into her head. It was like that ten inch dildo her friend bought her as a gag gift for her birthday was pushing inside her. The dildo she messed around with, curious to see how it'd feel on a boring Thursday night in May, was now alive and moving behind her. Every time she thought she'd taken all of him, another forceful inch pushed deeper. She felt her previously tight pussy being stretched and worked in ways it'd never had. She felt parts of her being touched for the first time in her life. All this and he'd yet to take a stroke. He was just slowly working his way in...

His slow, gentle movements soon turned into long, deep pumps as his pace began to increase. Jen noticed a wetness against the side of her cheek and quickly realized she was drooling. She felt dumb. She felt stupid. She was uncontrollably salivating and despite her best efforts, she wasn't able to close her mouth. Louder cries and moans were beginning to escape from her lips as her insides tried to adjust to his size. Her cries fell silent to a loud yelp as Daddy roughly slapped her backside. The stinging sensation shot down her body and ran through her tender, undoubtedly red butt cheek. The ferocity of his slap caused her right foot to leave the ground as she felt real pain for the first time in her life. This wasn't little stings or minor bumps and bruises. This was real, legitimate pain. And she did the only thing her mind could process. She begged for more.

“Again!”

The pounding, the fullness, the domination all stopped. Everything came to a halt as his penis slid out of her wet hole and caused her to once again feel vacant. She quickly panicked. She had spoken out of turn...

As rough as the slap against her right butt cheek was, the brutality of what happened next was tenfold. Her master's open palm slammed against her left cheek and propelled her entire body into the air. Her heels lifted several inches off the ground before finally touching back down on the hardwood surface. The entire bottom left side of her body was numb. But Jen wasn't in pain. She felt thankful. Thankful to learn what would really happen if she stepped out of line. Thankful to learn her lesson sooner rather than later. Thankful to finally have someone call her out on something she did wrong. There wasn't a husband kowtowing to her this time. No, there was a master who refused to take a single second of her bullshit. She messed up, and as a result, she got hit. And it was exactly the way she wanted it.

The leather of her collar was soon joined by more leather as she felt something tighten around her neck. It was his belt. That sexy, masculine, seductive black belt of his stiffened around her throat and soon a voice sounded in her ear.

“If you want to act like a whore, Daddy's going to treat you like a whore. Tell me what you are...”

Jen was helplessly drooling. A large puddle had collected on the sheets and was making her feel like she was lying in a pool of water. She gathered every ounce of her remaining energy and took a deep breath.

“A little whore.”

The belt clamped even tighten around her neck, letting her know her answer was incorrect.

“Daddy's little whore,” she quickly corrected herself.

She was allowed to breathe as the grip of the belt temporarily relaxed. “Never forget it either.”

Temporarily was the keyword because that's exactly what it was. Temporary. Suddenly, something was pushing against her head, roughly driving the side of her face deep into the bed sheets. It wasn't his hand. As strong and powerful as his arms were, this was different. It was like the entire weight of his muscular, fit body was smothering her. She quickly connected the dots. It was his foot...

Daddy's foot was now placed on the side of her face and he was back inside her as well. His thick, rock hard meat was back where it belonged. In her tight, wet hole. And that's what she wanted to be for Daddy: a little hole for him to get off in. Because when she boiled herself down to her truest state, she wasn't a mom, or a nurse, or a person. She was just a collection of holes. Three holes for someone better than her to take pleasure in. And in turn, that brought her satisfaction. Knowing that she was making Daddy feel good brought her pleasure.

He pulled back on the belt as his foot firmly pressed against her face. She couldn't breathe.

Was this how it was going to end? Getting fucked to death on her neighbor's bed? Maybe it wasn't all fun and games. Maybe there were consequences to her actions. Maybe she found someone who didn't have a line. Every second that passed resulted in more and more life being drained from her. The harsh pounding she was receiving wasn't even registering anymore. It's funny how quickly priorities change when the simplest of human needs are taken away. The already dark world she'd been living in for the past ten minutes was starting to fade. It was...

Jen gasped.

Master eased his grip and she urgently scrambled to collect every bit of precious air her mouth could inhale. She'd never felt this desperate. Her tight chest was finally able to expand as her oxygen-deprived lungs began to fill. Daddy took away a vital need and showed her how she'd taken something as simple as breathing, for granted.

Her relief disappeared in favor of panic. It was back. He choked up on the leash even more and now she wasn't receiving the slightest bit of air.

“You want to know something, Princess?” Daddy addressed his little girl as he continued to stretch her pussy. “I love seeing that.”

Her mind attempted to focus on his words as that deep darkness began to sink in again.

“The way the human body twitches and shudders when it's deprived of a basic necessity. It's beautiful in a cruel way.”

Her lungs were trying their hardest to open but there was nothing to open for. And now that suffocating feeling was engulfing her once again as she felt the majority of his weight shift to the foot on her face.

“But it's the simple things that make us feel alive. It makes us appreciate how exquisite life really is. Don't you think?”

Just as she felt her brain starting to shut off, Daddy relaxed his grip and her black world suddenly filled with color. Reds, yellows, and purples danced and darted under her blindfold. She saw scenic landscapes and snow covered mountain tops. Majestic lions and glowing jellyfish sparkled in her eyes as Daddy allowed her to breathe. All the things she'd seen and shrugged off in her forty-four years on this planet suddenly flooded her now thriving mind.

“Cum for Daddy.”

Jen had never felt more alive and alert. Her mind was clear and operating on all cylinders. She needed this. She needed it all the time. It was incomparable the way Master made her feel. But she couldn't cum from intercourse. She never had before. But Daddy was different. He was special. She needed to rub her clit to have any chance at getting off, but that was quite the difficult task with her hands locked behind her back.

“Cum for me, Princess.”

The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy while his pelvis hammered into her plump backside was being pushed away. She needed to focus. She needed to lock-in on this feeling inside her. And it wasn't about how large and girthy he was, or how rough and physical he was being with her. It was something else. She felt loved. She felt desired, and craved, and coveted. She felt appreciated. Why? She couldn't explain it. Why did almost being choked to death make her feel special? Maybe it was because she felt like he was doing this for her. Sure, it felt good for him, but he was giving her what she wanted. And she owed it to him to give him what he wanted.

She cleared her mind and allowed her world go dark again. And just like that, Daddy knew exactly what she needed.

He pulled back on the leash again as her air supply vanished. The harsh, violent pounding was creating a warm, buzzing sensation deep inside her body. It was beginning to expand. Her thighs and stomach tingled as her lifeless frame continued to take everything Master had to give. And for the first time in her life, Jen orgasmed during sex.

New windows were being opened. New possibilities were being explored. The combination of fullness and warmness resulted in ripples along her skin and inside her blood. A pair of jumper cables may as well had been hooked up to her skin as that powerful sensation left her a tired, exhausted mess.

But Daddy wasn't done.

Jen felt herself unexpectedly flipped over and thrown onto the bed. She struggled for air from her new position on the bed, her back lying along the silk mattress sheets with her arms trapped behind her back. The sound of her master joining her and the feeling of his presence next to her made her fight for oxygen that much easier. His aura created a natural sense of security. And now there was a different feeling inside her. It wasn't his large manhood that was giving her tingles this time. It was his fingers.

She felt the belt around her neck loosen as two fingers slipped inside her and curled, causing her hips to buck and fluctuate. What was this? She no longer felt comfortable. Something was off. Something he was doing was making her feel uneasy.

“Relax...”

That smooth, powerful whisper in her ear instantly made everything better. The fear and worry she was seeing in the darkness was replaced by a light. The light of her daddy. The reassuring feeling that he wasn't going to allow anything bad to happen to her. That he was going to protect and guide her. That he was going to make everything okay.

“Let yourself go,” he softly told her. “Don't hold anything back.”

Whatever he was touching inside her was causing the bottom half of her body to shake and twitch as she suddenly felt his free hand find her throbbing clit. He began feverishly rubbing it as a new sensation was boiling to the surface. It was like she had to pee. But Daddy told her to let herself go. To not hold anything back. She was just a little girl. Little girl's don't know what's best for them. But you know who does? Daddy.

Jen let herself go and immediately was overcome by wetness. Everything felt wet. Her vagina, her skin, her mind...it was a world of water. Her pussy began to contract as a pressure built up deep inside her.  Her normal, dry orgasms felt satisfying and revealing. It would feel like someone was snuggling with her beside a roaring fireplace. But this was different. That pressure which was building, and building, and building deep inside of her, was finally let out. Only, it didn't seep or drip. It exploded out of her. It was like a regular orgasm on speed. Every bit of tension and anxiety escaped and came pouring out of her. Her mind was convulsing at the same rate as her body before finally coming down from whatever had happened forty seconds later. 

“What did you just do to me?”

Her mind slipped and she forgot the rules. She spoke out of turn. She quickly braced herself for her punishment. She was a bad girl and Daddy was going to show her what happened when bad girl's broke the rules. 

She felt a hand slide along the skin of her cheek as it traced to the side of her head. Suddenly, her world was bright again. The blindfold came off and the belt was removed to reveal Daddy's face hovering over hers, with a comforting smile that told her she wasn't going to be punished this time. She was going to be answered.

“You squirted, Princess.”

She squirted. As if the orgasm from intercourse wasn't enough, now he had made her squirt as well. He really was perfect. Every word that came out of his mouth had purpose. There was no wasted energy or nonsense. Everything had meaning. And she knew what her greatest purpose was. And that was to give Daddy the ultimate pleasure.

Jen watched her master move off the bed and wrap his dominant hands around her legs, pulling her off the bed before flipping her over. Once again, she was bent over the side of the mattress as she felt the fat head of his thick cock push inside her. His hands were locked around her hips as rough thrust after thrust resulted in loud yelps and moans from her lips. She desperately wanted him to feel what she'd felt. For him to experience the utopia her mind and body had been sent to during their time together. She was ready to be marked. To be claimed. To officially be his.

His loud, powerful roar sent a chill down her spine. He pushed her head into the sheets as he came deep inside her womb. That warmness was back but this time it was different. It wasn't her own orgasm now. It was his. And that was more important to her. The needs and desires of Daddy far outweighed her own, and all she wanted was for him to feel like he was in heaven. Actually, she didn't want it. She needed it.

“Stay there,” he firmly told her before sliding out.

Silence filled the room for the next half minute as the married mother felt her neighbor's semen leak out of her with her face buried in his bed sheets. She wasn't going to move a muscle until she was instructed. She knew better by now. Master let her off the hook once, but she wasn't going to step out of line again.

Footsteps sounded as his presence left the room. He reemerged moments later and snapped the leash around her collar.

“Come on.”

Jen obediently allowed herself to be pulled off the bed, quickly sinking to her knees as she crawled behind him once again. Nothing on the planet compared to being led around like this. Even the sex and the orgasms she'd just experienced. There was nothing like being dominated to the extent that she felt like his pet. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

They took a right out of the bedroom and headed toward his study for the second time today. What now? More treats for being such a good girl? Or maybe he had new toys for her that he wanted her to see for next time. Wait...was there going to be a next time? There had to be a next time. She wasn't going to be able to go back to regular sex or even masturbating. Even the idea of fantasizing seemed like an improbability at this point. She had the real thing and they'd just scratched the surface of what could be. 

Stop! Just stop thinking! You're doing it again! Turn your brain off and allow yourself to be led. It's better that way.

Master opened the door and her eyes instantly lit up. Her dog bowl was still in the middle of the room and Daddy was obviously leading her to get a much needed drink. Both her mouth and throat were parched and she was in great need of water. But as she crawled closer, she quickly realized that there wasn't going to be any water. The bowl was full of something else.

It was full of Daddy.

It suddenly clicked for her. 'Stay there.' Of course... He told her to stay there because he was collecting his DNA that was dripping out of her. He'd already marked her in one way. He came inside her. But now he wanted her to submit to him again. And how was she going to show her unmatched loyalty and love to him? She was going to be his little pet.

Jen lapped at his semen with her tongue as she quickly swallowed the first layer which grazed her tongue. It was sweet with a slight hint of saltiness. It was the polar opposite of the way her husband tasted. That was undoubtedly due to Daddy's clean diet and healthy living. She couldn't wait any longer. Her small laps were replaced by pressing her lips against the bottom of the bowl and strongly sucking. Her mouth moved along every inch of the steel surface, eager not to miss a drop of her master. She took a deep swallow before glancing down at the dish. It was sparkling clean.

Daddy unbuckled her leash and left the room, leaving Jen to collapse on the floor out of exhaustion. She stared up at the white ceiling with a stunned expression on her face. She actually did it. She actually did it and it was everything she imagined...and then some. 

Chapter 14 – Daddy's Girl.

Jen managed to scrape herself off the office floor ten minutes later. She made her way into his empty bedroom, slipped into her clothes, minus her panties, and pulled his wet sheets off his bed before carrying them downstairs into the basement. She walked back through the living room, her eyes and ears peeled for Ryan. His mysterious tendency to disappear made her giddy and sad at the same time. She needed to see him again. She couldn't just go home after something like this. There was some kind of connection between the two of them. Or maybe that was her hopefulness. This was the exact thing she told Ashley about last week. That she was going to want something more out of their relationship than Ryan did, and she would end up getting hurt in the end.

She rapidly journeyed the length of the hallway until she found the kitchen. There, she was greeted by the sight of her neighbor, dressed in only his pants. He was standing next to the stove, waiting for the teapot to whistle.

She opened her mouth but immediately caught herself.

Ryan laughed. “Jen, it doesn't work that way outside the bedroom. You're free to say what's on your mind.”

Relief instantly shot through her. He really was perfect, wasn't he?

“Okay,” she giggled. “Umm...I just...wanted to say—”

“I'm picking you up at eight,” he interrupted.

“Umm... What?”

The sudden screeching teapot caught both of their attention before Ryan turned off the stove. He filled his mug and dropped a teabag into the piping hot water before slowly approaching his neighbor who was gingerly standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“I'm picking you up at eight,” he repeated.

“For...for what?”

“We're going to dinner” he told her. “Black dress, black heels.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You want me to wear a black dress and black heels?”

“That's what I said,” he nodded. “Be ready at eight.”

She wasn't completely sure what was going on. “Are we...like...umm. Ryan, are we like...”

He lightly blew into the mug, causing steam which was rising off the liquid to instantly dissipate. A slight grin grew on his face. “Jen, you're mine now.”

She gulped. She finally had what she wanted. She finally had a master. She finally had a daddy. Jen was finally owned.

 

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