Being Neighborly

This chapter Mel is going to take us in first person through the awakening and deepening of the lesbian side of her bisexuality

the same time sexual manifestations were taking place in her marriage with Donnie.

Her flirty neighbor, Jill, has been a sex advisor to Mel and Donnie, giving them sexual assignments while behind Mel's back seduced, fucked and engaged in BDSM play with Donnie.

Jill threatened to expose their affair to Mel, placing Donnie in an unfamiliar submissive role. Jill has now set her sights on dominating Mel and turning her over to her own Mistress, Duvessa.

Mel's attraction to Jill turned into currency with Gladys, the Grand Mistress of the development's BDSM community one Mel and Donnie unknowing moved into a year ago. Jill had taken Mel to see Gladys, giving Mel her first spanking after some light kissing and fondling just two days before this chapter plays out.

One day later Mel ended a drunken bike ride that in bed with a 22 year old girl named Izzy, igniting her desire for women.

MEL AWAKENS

The feel of the young woman's mouth on my pussy, my knees straddling her head, replayed while I slowly woke from sleep the 'morning after.' I wanted more of that feeling, I thought, even in my groggy state.

It was early September, the heat of the day was blowing in through windows of our beautiful house, opened up for the the natural coolness. I could hear my beloved neighbor Jill talking to her husband, about 'getting ready for October' in their front yard, a home similar to ours.

My husband Donnie inserting himself from across the street with an eager 'Hi ya' neighbor!" way to loud for my alcohol soaked head. I felt that general distain you have for a nerdy friend interfering with the 'cool kids' you were wanting in their circle. I kicked the covers off, the gears in my brain clunking through the rust of alcohol, motivating me to pursue my unfulfilled wants.

I got up chugged a quick glass of water and in my pajamas briskly walked through the kitchen out the mudroom and into the garage. The two stall door was open and through it I scampered my semi-dressed body, barely awake face, barefooted self, towards the gathering on the other side of the street.

Jill, Brian and Donnie's eyes were wide taking in my messed up hair, braless pink crop bed shirt, tight short bottoms walking towards them. I paused on my side while two cars drove past, the eyes of a teenager on the passenger side even wider seeing my hard nipples pressed against the soft cloth of my top.

"Look who made an appearance!" Jill said eagerly, bounding over to me.

Brian excused himself saying, 'I've got to get to things' and left for his back yard.

Jill's hand met mine and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Donnie you hogged her yesterday. Come with me Sweetheart, I have some coffee."

"Yeah, I know! Goodbye Donnie!"

My husband reluctantly took the hint and sulked back to our house.

"What's with him?"

"You have bed head and boobs bouncing everywhere, I bet he wants to ravage your body."

"It's denial month, what's the point?"

"Child, you're going to look forward to this month forever after you do it right."

Earlier that week she had made me pledge through September (this month) to deny my husband sexual attention and deny myself of anything that would lead to an orgasm.

We went into her kitchen, just a step from their front door and laundry room, open into a large living room, it was decorated with contemporary furniture and wall hangings.

"I love your place, I guess I've never been inside just visiting."

"Donnie was slamming you on our swing downstairs, so yeah I'll give you the tour in bit. Did that do it for you two?"

"Dear, you've jumpstarted our sex life over the past couple weeks, I may need that month break after all the sex you've spurred on."

"Your welcome. Now sit down and enjoy some coffee while I braid your hair like we are besties."

I sat, Jill walked behind me and began to run her fingers through my hair, getting ready to braid it, crossing two twisted strands, letting it go and lengthening. I began to sink into my chair and lean back into the pressure of her fingers. It felt so good, so natural, like many times with girlfriends growing up, I thought it about it then and now I knew we were going to embark on something sexual.

Jill finally got two lined up right and started down the left side, crossing and weaving my hair together.

"Mmmmm, that feels amazing." I said.

"You have beautiful hair and it's just long enough," She said, meticulously creating a tight weave, I sipped on the cup that was before me, wondering what plans Jill had for us. "Did you enjoy meeting Gladys?"

"She's delightful, attractive, smells wonderful and she had amazingly strong hands."

"You made out with her for an hour, I'd hope so," Jill said with a chuckle. "What did you think about your spanking?"

"I wasn't a fan..." I replied, remembering the sting and surprise that had me on the verge of tears. We were locked in a deep kiss just moments before she spun me around and struck my bare ass repeatedly. Then admitting. "At first..."

Jill chuckled, she was over half done with the left side, my senses were dulled a little from the hang over then the coffee started kicking in. Her fingers in my hair were delightful spurring on images of Izzy, Gladys mixing with Jill's touch. My lips ached for hers.

"Kiss me when you're done with this row please Jill."

"You got it," her words soft, her hands staying on task.

We didn't talk, my request hanging in the air between us, delicious anticipation made my pussy wet, I fidgeted in my seat, feeling Jill getting closer tugging at my hair.

She anchored the last weave and slowly walked around to my front, gaining my eyes, stepping over my legs in the chair, taking a seat in my lap, her hands moved to my face and in an instant our lips soon pushed together. She had surprised me with a kiss on the porch, in front of Donnie a week ago, but I would forever consider THIS our first kiss.

I closed my eyes, my hands found her waist, the right one running up her stomach, sliding under her t-shirt and found her bra, pushing into it to find her nipple, stroking it over the fabric.

"Mmmmmm, is this what you wanted Child?" Jill asked, accenting that she was seven years older that me calling me 'Child'. Her hands slid to my shoulders and she leaned in, sliding one hand under MY shirt and pressed it into naked flesh, finding my nipple and rolling it between her thumb and finger, before abruptly disengaging, stepping back. "I need to finish your other side."

"Awwwww....And then?"

Jill just chuckled and waggled a finger at me like I was a naughty child.

Her hands were in my hair on the other side, taking be back again to the first time I loved a woman with my mouth, after getting my hair done, 69ing on a college dorm floor pulling the comforter off my bed, her beautiful skin and the foreign flavor that I began to thirst for after years of denying my sexuality. I replayed the days and nights we shared in a hot caldron of experimental love ending because of my insistence to find dick.

"Done. Now let's take that tour."

"But...." I started to protest, wanting play time with her, longing for a deepening of touch, sharing her scent our fluids.

"Be patient, Child." She said, walking to the living area I noticed her yoga pants framing her athletic legs, her camel toe prominent. "Let me take you through the upstairs."

She stood frozen for a moment.

I moved towards her, my arms above my head feeling the braids in my hair by running my hand over them, it made me feel my loose breasts under my PJ top, my wetness growing.

I pushed my body into hers, my arms falling around her shoulders, her hands found my hips. We kissed in the middle of their house, passionately, tongues and lips, my eyes closed feeling every wet moment, her face pulled back, Jill looked at me, my eyes soft, a smile curled on my lips.

"You are magnificent, Child," Jill said, sliding her hand in mine. "Let me guide you and we'll have time for more."

I nodded and let her pull me by the hand in and out of bedrooms, their master was a little messy, the covers on the bed bunched up and inviting. They had three bedrooms upstairs, whereas we had two, a sun room and a deck. We went outside on the deck, still hand in hand watching Brian work hard in the backyard clearing some brush and trimming bushes.

"We love it here."

I listed to Jill brief recount of their moving to the house before we went downstairs, I had been there leading yoga the past two weeks. There was a nice bar to one side, a place that had some comfy furniture that Jill called the "kids' corner" citing they needed to redo that spot.

Two other bedrooms and then she grasped both hands pulled me to a door that was a darker color than the rest.

She leant in and kissed me deeply, her eyes open looking into mine, she could ask me anything at that point and I would do anything, let anything happen.

And that's what happened.

"I want to take you to an ethereal plane of ecstasy Child, one you can't imagine exists until you experience it through all of your senses. Our souls will forever be bound together."

"I want that..." I breathed lips so close I could feel her smile as Jill turned the knob and opened the door. She put her hand in the small of my back and moved me through.

There was the flicker of many lights, electric candles, rope lights outlining the ceiling and the base of the floor. Around the room there was shadowy furniture and apparatus, like a workout room, but no weights. Jill leant into me from behind, her hand found my stomach and moved under my shirt and began to play with my right breast, her lips were inches from my ear and my body melted backwards into her.

"Will you submit your body and soul to me in my lair, Child?"

"I will," I said, her lips on my neck, then up to my ears. I didn't exactly know what I just agreed to, and I didn't care. "I am yours, Jill."

"Call me Mistress..."

"Mistress...I am yours," I said, feeling the moment, in a spell, wanting to know more. "Teach me..."

"Yes, Child," Mistress said and again she put pressure on the small of my back, getting my body to move to a long couch like piece of furniture in the room, no back, contoured to lay upon in various positions. "Sit..."

I straddled the bench, black, covered in vinyl sat down.

My breath was quickening, my mind was asking questions I didn't hear, convention trying to alarm my brain, move me from this place.

My desire shutting it down.

She picked up a rope that was laying near the bench.

"Take off your shirt and bottoms, Child." Mistress commanded, my hands finding the edge of my top and pulling it up and off cross armed looking for her face. I lifted up off the bench, pulling one side of my PJ bottoms down then the next and returning to my seat, the cool air hitting my wet cunt.

She moved and stood before me, watching eagerly she reached inside her t-shirt and undid her bra, letting it release, her hands inside the shirt and drop to the floor. Then lifted her shirt away and shimmied out of her yoga pants, her bush delightful, her pussy lips full and plump. We were naked together.

I wanted her pussy on my lips and tongue.

She picked up the rope, moved her body behind me took both of my wrists, then quickly, expertly, wrapping and lacing the rope, crossing my forearms, weaving so quickly that I couldn't focus, the rope was softer than I had imagined, it tightened, pulling my hands, wrists and elbows together.

She gently laid me forward on the wide bench, my breasts now pressed against the vinyl and reached for my ankles, binding them to the back side of the furniture.

My face hung over the end of the front, while my cheek could rest on the edge. I was completely vulnerable, my pussy and ass opened since my legs were forward bound on padded lower extensions. I knew what was coming, an extension of the delivered pain just days ago. My arms useless, my mind racing looking for Mistress, now behind me, I could see when laying my head down and tilting back.

"You felt the strike of Duvessa, our Mother, starting your indoctrination," Mistress Jill said our minds insync, I was contrasting the pain and fear I felt then with being bound and exposed now, I was longing for the sting. In a taboo way I felt Jill as my sister in sexual deviance. "She taught me Child, your pain with be an offering to her."

'Indoctrination...Mother...offering?' I closed my eyes, my arms were useless tied behind myself, legs strapped and locked in this position. I knew the pain was coming, did I really want this?

There was no way out.

I felt Her hand circle my right cheek, then my left, pressing the pads of her fingers into my flesh, my body shivered, she lifted up and swatted down, then repeated the same on the left, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the hard surfaced room with my little 'yelp' each strip.

She repeated on each, a third, fourth and then a harder one each on the fifth. "SLAP!!"

"OHHH! MISTRESS!!!"

She centered her hand between the cheeks for ten more swats, starting somewhat softer and building so the last three were hard swats.

"AHH! OH! OH! AHHHH!"

The the throbbing numbness in between each brought my focus forward, I saw the furniture on the east side of the room, a rack, a St. Andrew's "X" and a stock. I felt giddy, scared and in over my head the next round of ten swats starting hard and ending harder, again alternating. Pain, more pain opportunities in my future. I thrashed my head back and forth.

"JESUS! FUCK! AGGGHH! OHHHHH!"

Again, ten swats, this time as hard as the last three.

"OHHH! AHH! AHHH! MMMPFFT! OHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! MISRESSS! AHHHH!"

I looked back when she stopped, my tears were welling in my eyes.

Mistress was upright on her knees delivering the blows, saw me looking back and rose to her feet. Mistress Jill's magnificent body, tan and taught, her breasts dangling moving to my front, nipples pronounced nicely leaning forward, she leant in a whispered.

The scramble of emotions, fear, pain, shock, mixed with desire, lust, and carnal animal existence amplified when Mistress softly said, "You deserve a treat, Child."

My ass ached, the heat from the swats cooling, my pussy wet and dripping, Mistress put her hands on her knees in front my eyes taking her her pussy lips, the low lighting casing shadows. The lights flickered off her cheeks while she leant back presenting her swollen, wet flesh to my face, I twisted my face to greet it with my mouth, her cheeks resting against my cheeks.

Instinctively I sucked on her taint, she wiggled and repositioned, her heat now pressed against my lips, sucking juices. I pushed out my tongue, parting her and inserting in while she pivoted up and down letting me stimulate her, while taking in the fragrance and flavor.

"Ohhhhh, Child...."

Mistress turned and lifted, her clit running against my tongue, then pushing back, it slid inside. In that moment I determined it was missing a cock in my hot box, pumping me against her flesh. She rotated her hips down and pulled back on her cheeks, and my tongue ran back over her taint and was now pressed against her tiny hole.

"Mmmmmm, Child....suck me..."

I pulled back my tongue and pressed my lips to a place I'd never had access to, it was tight Mistress trying to relax, my lips gaining some traction then it would slip away. I sucked at it, trying to get an edge, then bringing my tongue out to pry and suck.

"Yes....Ohhhhh" she moaned.

I felt her hand come down and stroke her clit, inserting fingers while I sucked below their movement. I again desired cock, pushing into me, helping my grind on her spaces. In a sudden movement she pulled away and then immediately replaced her ass with her mouth and we were sharing her juices and locking tongues, her hands on my face.

"Mmmmmm, I could do that all day!" she exclaimed, then moved to my feet.

Mistress undid the ankle restraints holding me to the bench, then helped me to my feet. My arms were restricted behind me, I was able to walk, still totally at her mercy. She walked around me, looking at her prize, her hand on my ass, then running over my stomach, my eyes closed when she pressed against my breast. She pressed her body into mine, our heights similar, placing my nipples against the underside of her breasts, she ground into me, her face meeting mine and our lips joining.

Her knee parted my legs and pushed into my wetness, lifting some, I moaned into her mouth, our tongues dancing again, her hands now in my hair, pushing and pulling my head, my arms bound and pushing backwards. Her mouth moved downwards, across my chin to my neck, her legs lowering her torso, her mouth trailed down my chest, into my cleavage before moving to the right breast. She spent time suckling the nipple, alternating widening her mouth and just sucking as much into her mouth.

In that moment it was so lovely, and without warning it turned ugly.

I felt her teeth skim the surface before I could think of what that could mean I felt the pressure then the pain.

"AGHHHHGGHHH! WHATTTT THE FUCKKKK!!!!!"

She bit down and bit down hard on my breast, it conforming inside her mouth, the sharpness of the pressure held tight, Mistress's hands steading my hips not letting me pull away, possibly tearing flesh.

"OHHhGODDDDD! AHHHHHHHH!"

The pressure released, and she back away from me, my arms flailing behind me, I collapsed to my knees careful not to fall forward with no arms to brace me, I fell into her arms and began sobbing. My right breast throbbing around the nipple where she dug in, I felt the swelling and surely bruising begin, the darkness flickered from the lights, but also the unreal reaction to real pain.

In her arms I looked up at my conquerer wondering what possess a mind to do THAT, my sloppy, wet, cunt wondered lustfully what had for me next, I wanting out, but it wanting the pain.

Mistress Jill squatting down held me, my head down, she just looked at me, my body quivering from the shock of the 30 seconds of intense pain. Her hand found my chin and pulled my gaze to her, I couldn't help but feel her pussy on my lips and the bite on my breast.

My ass throbbed from my spanking, I was alive in the pain, pleasure, aromas and taste of the moment and I wanted more.

"Do we continue Child? You may speak when told to or asked a question."

"Yes....Mistress."

Her grin grew wide, and in a quick instant she set me down, hopped to her feet and spun towards the wall. I questioned my judgement, the places she had struck still throbbing and I'm inviting more? She moved to me swiftly and in a flash her hands sat me back on my heels, her hands holding something in their palm.

"Close your eyes."

I did, getting nervous for an instant, her hand went to back to the right breast, and there was suddenly instant pain on my nipple, the hard, metal pinch of a clamp pressuring my delicate flesh.

"Ohhhh! AHHH! AHHH! Ahhh...Ahhhh..."

"Relax, Child...breath. Focus on that pain."

"Take it off! Please Mistress! Take it off!"

It wasn't settling, then I felt her mouth on my left breast opening wide and matching the right the sharpness of her teeth dug into it's soft flesh on the left.

"AHHHH! OHHHH!!!! PLEASSSSE! MISTRESSSSS!!!!"

"I didn't say you could talk!!!"

The throb of the first bite, mixed with the clamp on that nipple mixed the total pain of the 30 second of teeth into flesh.

The bite stopped and she placed a nipple clamp immediately pinched my left nipple, the flesh around it throbbing and filling with healing blood, I slipped back on my ass to the floor. My breathing was elevated and four distinct areas of pain battled for my attention and fear.