Chapter One:

Mike approaches his neighbor, Randi

It was a very warm and beautiful morning, so I decided to take my morning coffee and go sit on my front porch, to read the paper and enjoy the start of my day. As I sat down, I saw my neighbor’s wife, Randi, was out tending her flowerbeds. She was dressed in a bikini top and short shorts, that framed her heart shaped ass beautifully.

A little bit about myself might help here. My name is Mike, I am 66 years old, and a dominant male, who enjoys younger, beautiful, women. I am recently widowed and dealing with the loss of my wife of 46 years. I don’t have a dungeon in my house, but my bedroom is set for different forms of restraints.

Randi is a beautiful 40-something woman (a little old for me, but I do enjoy beautiful women of all ages). She has shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. C-cup breasts and thick thighs, my weakness, and a body that is so perfect. I have always appreciated her beauty and dreamt of owning her.

Her husband, Bill, is very introverted and hardly ever puts himself out there with the neighbors. They also have, an 18-year-old daughter, named Jill, who has just graduated from high school, and looks just like her mother.

I set my paper down, as I was too engrossed in the scenery to be able to concentrate on it. As I watched Randi, bend, stretch, and deal with her flowers, my cock started to come to attention.

Randi was struggling with their garden hose, so I got up, and walked across the street to see if I could help her out. I spoke before I got to her, so I would not frighten her.

“Randi can I be of assistance to you?” I said, and smiled, to assure her I was not here to attack her.

You see, with my wife’s illness, before she passed away, I had not been very sociable with my neighbors, just keeping the next-door friends advised of her condition. I had met Bill and Randi at different cookouts, but you could not say we were close friends.

Randi looked up, with a very frustrated look on her face, and said, “I wish Bill would get off his ass and help me. He could at least make sure the hose does not leak.”

I could tell she was not a happy woman, and immediately reached out to take the hose from her. I untangled it, and then assessed why it was leaking so bad, since it would not spray, as it should. I saw that the nozzle washer was shot and the hose appeared to be so thin, being so old, that water seeped out of it, everywhere. I offered to go get my hose, for now, and then later stop and get her a new one, when I was out. Randi lit up, like a Christmas tree, and could not thank me enough. I told her I was glad to help. I went back to my house, got my hose, and two bottles of water, as Randi looked like she could use a drink.

“Here we go, beautiful lady, and I even brought you some refreshment to help you cool down,” I said, as I returned, laying the hose down to hand her a bottle of water.

I apologized it was not stronger and she said it was fine, and thanked me again for helping her.

“You know you don’t have to do all of this for me” she said, “but I do appreciate it, especially since I have yelled for Bill, a couple of times, to help, and he says he won’t know what to do, so no need to come outside.”

I did not have an answer to that, so just took a drink of water, looking at her, up and down, and watching her swallow her drink, wishing it was from my cock instead. She asked if she could ask me a question, which I said yes, she can.

“I haven’t felt comfortable coming over to check on you, but I did want to say how sorry we are for your loss.”

A tear came to my eye, but I pulled it together to say, “Thank you, and I am sorry I did not let you know. I just told our next-door neighbors, since they helped watch her when I had to be out.”

She smiled and said she did understand, and reached out and squeezed my shoulder. I felt a jolt go through me and knew I was going to own her someday.

I changed the hoses, and helped her with her flowers for the next hour. We talked about several things, nothing really important, and I learned a lot about her. I learned she worked part-time at a fitness club, as a receptionist, and that she really wanted something full time, since her daughter Jill was heading off to college this fall, in another part of the state.

As the conversation went on, she started talking about her husband, and how after 20 years of marriage, it seemed like Bill did not care any longer. I asked what she meant by that.

“Bill just does not care to make sure I am satisfied, like he used to. He comes home from work, usually very late, and claims he is too tired to meet my needs. If I did not know better, I would say he is cheating on me, but I doubt he is, as he would die from his conscience bothering him so much.

“Also, it would have to be someone at work, and since he is a boss, he could not afford to have sexual harassment charges filed on him, should he have to release her. And he would never try with a neighbor, as he does not really know any of them, well enough to fuck them.”

“I am sorry to hear that, but if I can be a little nosey, how does he not satisfy you? Is it just the sex or is there something he does do for you?”

She blushed, so I apologized for being too personal, but she said no it is fine.

“You see, Mike, I have a submissive side that I have always wanted to explore. However, when I bring it up to Bill, that I want him to spank me, and dominate me, he says it is the stupidest thing he has ever heard. He also said that no woman should feel like I do and so, he just will not help me explore how I feel. It really hurts that he is that selfish, as I have tried to do anything, and everything, he wants me to do, to satisfy him. I feel like this is so one sided, I am giving and he is taking.”

Boy did this turn on a light bulb in my head. Here I am a dominant male and this beautiful female is begging to be controlled, and owned. I wanted to not seem too excited, and demanding, until she got to feel comfortable with me being her Master. So, I asked her to come over to my place for a drink, so we could discuss this more privately. She agreed but wanted to clean up first, so I told her I would get the hose later and for her to come over when she was ready to talk.

She showed up a half hour later, and I asked her in, and asked if she would like some wine. She agreed, so I showed her the living room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“So where is Bill, that you can just come over here to talk, right now?”

Randi said, “Oh he left this morning for a three-day business trip, so I have until about 10 am tomorrow.”

“Oh, I thought by the way you talked earlier, he was inside your home, just not wanting to help you.”

“No, he is gone and Jill is at her grandparents, for the evening. That is why I need to be home by 10 tomorrow, so I am there before she returns."

So, I had to ask, “When did you start realizing you were submissive, and is it only to males or females as well?”

“It was about the age of seventeen, when my brother started to control what I wore to school, and on dates. He had me dress very sexy and usually without underwear. If I argued with him, he would spank my bare ass. After a couple of swats, I noticed I was getting very wet and turned on. I knew this was not right, seeing as he was my brother, but I was so horny that I just let him continue.

“He is only a year older than me and did not really know all he could do to me. We never went any further, and this went on until he graduated, and left for college. When he left, I felt empty and lonely, as I really cared for my brother, and his attention.

“I started missing the spankings, more than my brother, so I went online to research this and then realized I was a submissive woman.

“When did you know you were a dominant?”

This made my head snap up and look at her in the face. “Why do you assume this about me? I am just curious about your situation and as a good neighbor, I want to see if there is something, I can do to help you. You don’t know, maybe I know a dominant looking for a younger, beautiful sub.” She just nodded and smiled.

I did not answer her question, but did ask, “How far are you willing to go in submitting to someone? And I ask again, do you want to be dominated by a male only, or could the dominant be female?”

Randi paused for a minute to gather her thoughts and to take a drink of her wine. “I am ‘bi’, but I have never thought about a female dominant, so I don’t know that I can answer that question correctly.

“If I can ask, why are you so curious about me? Surely if you are not a dominant, why do you care?”

“I care because you are my neighbor and I hate to see you mistreated by your husband, Bill.”

I left it at that and drank my wine, then got the bottle to refill our glasses. I did notice Randi was starting to push her knees together and seemed to be getting excited. That made me grin, knowing I was getting to her and feeling any minute I could move on to step two, of my plan. Yes, I do have a plan here.

“Randi, if you could find a suitable dominant, let’s say male, for now, what would be the first thing you would want him to have you do?”

She blushed deep red and looked at the floor, before answering. “I have been a bad girl, so I need a good spanking, Sir.”

Wow, were did that ‘Sir’ come from? Does she really hope I am a dominant, who does want her to submit to him?

“Okay, so say I am a dominant, how would you want me to spank you?”

She answered, “Get me naked and spank my ass until I can’t sit. Then you can spank anywhere else you feel I need it.”

I was so hard right now, I thought I would cum, in my pants. Here is my beautiful neighbor, telling me she wants me to spank her ass, and anywhere else want, no questions asked. How can any man say no to that? I looked at her in disbelief and asked her why she felt she had been a naughty girl and deserved to be spanked.

“Because Sir, I have been teasing you and trying to get you to notice me.” Wait, what did she just say?

This was getting better every minute, but something in my head said to approach with caution.

“When you said I could spank your ass and anywhere else I wanted, what did you mean by that? How far are you willing to go with this and how large is your pain threshold?”

“I really don’t know the answer to the second question, as I have never thought about that. In regards to the first question, any part of my body you want to spank, and I do mean any part of my body, you can feel free to do so.

“Physical punishment seems to be a necessary part of life to me and I am not experiencing that right now. When my brother was spanking me, I felt loved and appreciated, not only as his sister, but also as a woman who could satisfy a need he had, to be in control.”

I stood up and reached for her hand, helping her stand with me. I was going to lead her into the kitchen, but decided to delay that idea.

Instead I said, “Randi, you have given me a lot to think about and in looking at you, I see you do as well. So, I am suggesting that we table this discussion for a few hours, and you go home and decide if this is really a life style you want to explore and if you want to explore it with me.”

The smile on her face told me she knew I was right. Once we started down this path, there was no going back, and her marriage to Bill would change forever. She nodded her head in agreement, but did look sad, she would not get spanked right now.

I noticed her nipples were hard and pushing against her blouse. had to shake my head to not take her right then. This was too important to not take our time to make sure we were both on the same page. Also, wanted our first time together to be special for her.

“Sir, when do you want my answer?”

Why don’t you come back at seven pm and we will go to dinner and then discuss this further. If you do decide to go this route, you need to decide on your limits and a safe word to protect both of us.

“Do I need to worry about any disease, that we would need to test for first, or has Bill been the only man you have been with?”

“Oh, no Sir, no diseases and yes Sir, Bill has been my only lover.”

“Very good then, go home and really decide if you want me as your Master and if you are willing to submit to me, mind, body, and soul.”

I escorted her to the front door, kissed her on the forehead and told her I hope to see her soon. I stood in the doorway, watching her sweet ass, as she walked back to her house.

I decided I needed a shower, so went to the bathroom to get ready, and to think if I really wanted to be her Master. I know that is strange, but she does only live across the street, so I had to decide, if that would be too worrisome, for both of us, to get involved in.

After my shower, I decided I needed a clear head to think, so I put the wine away and made another pot of coffee. When it was ready, I took my cup and went out the back door, to sit on the patio and think. It did not take long for me to decide what I wanted, and it was to have Randi in my life. My wife had chosen to submit to me, when we first started dating, so this was a part of my life, for a very long time. I could not deny I missed it, but I also could not deny that this could also destroy their marriage. I did not want to cause her problems at home, but I did lust for Randi very much. She was very beautiful and checked all of the boxes of what I looked for in a woman.

God this was going to be hard if she decided she could not do this. I would have to accept her decision and support her in it, no matter how hard it would be for me.

At seven pm there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it, there stood a vision from heaven. Randi was dressed in a body-hugging dress, that came down to mid-thigh. It was blue in color and matched her eyes. She had done her hair down and it framed her face so beautifully. Her make-up was very minimal, but drew you to her blue eyes, that seemed to hypnotize you. Her smile was contagious and I could not help but to take her in my arms and hug her. I escorted her into the living room, where we sat on the couch to talk, before heading to dinner.

“Randi, I hope this has not been too stressful for you.”

She blushed and said, “No Sir, and thank you for caring.”

I did notice she was blushing and wondered how this conversation would go.

“Before we discuss our thoughts on the subject, let me just say, yes, Randi, I am a dominant.”

She looked at me as if to say ‘I thought so.’ I asked again if she had to be home for anything tonight, since Bill was out of town on business.

“No Sir, as I said before, my daughter is staying with her grandparents tonight. So, we can talk as long as we need to.”

I nodded my head, stood, and took her hand to help her stand as well. kissed her forehead and led her to the door, and my car, to go eat dinner.