Being Neighborly

It's Red Light Wednesday Night! - Part One

Mistress Izzy (18), Nikki's daughter, training newly contracted Carla (23), Jill and Brian's daughter when Donnie and Mel's daughter Amanda (23) shows up fresh off a break up with her girlfriend.

Amanda is drawn in by Jill and turned over to Izzy after the two visit Kerry and her stable during Red Light Night. Donnie and Jill continue preparations for the weekend and participate in Red Light Night to strengthen allegiances, and their standing going into Hades Night

Camron and Anne come home, reacquaint themselves to their master bedroom, and each other, with eyes upon them. While their daughter Camilla (27) settles in with a new Master now that Donnie traded her off for Tina and her dominants.

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Wednesday, Oct. 28 - "Red Light Night"

"Fucking red eye flights..." Anne complained, stuffing her luggage into their rental van, they paid an enormous fee for all their bags.

"Camilla's text last night she wouldn't be home and apologized for the mess at the house," Camron said. "She wants to meet us for lunch."

Anne rolled her eyes, her daughter was old enough to get a 'real' spanking she thought, knowing what they were walking into it might happen. They pulled up and entered their home together for the first time in ten years. Having split up immediately following the debacle of Hades Night 2014 and at Rylan's funeral three years ago, they went from church to hotel and back, didn't even drive through the neighborhood. Anne lived there along for a year, but both hadn't stepped foot together in that time.

"This feels weird," Anne said, the 55 year-old former homemaker, now online logistics coordinator, setting one bag in the entry of their house. Anne moved out before she and Camron reunited leaving the house to Camilla. "It's really not too bad in here."

They had discovered their daughter Camilla ran a profitable 'Only Fans' site, showing off her body and kinks for money, making a lot of it while they were paying utilities and insurance - Camilla had become well off.

They were not surprised when they walked into their Master bedroom and saw the various cameras, internet lighting, a few dildos and vibrators on the nightstand. Camilla later told her dad she would often getting over $1000 on the nights she played legs open, playing with the devices.

"She warned me plenty," Camron said, pointing to the penis and smooth inserts, the jar of lube. "When she told me what she did for a living last year I did some 'research'..."

There was a strange flash of light, pausing the conversation, an LED stayed on in the corner, but Anne was intent on making the next point, getting their attention away from it's presence.

"Yeah, and I caught you 'researching'" Anne used air quotes. "Right as you 'came' if I remember right."

"Correct, you cleaned me up," Camron said, squeezing his beautiful partner in life. "We would have made a mint if this shit was going on in our day."

Anne was short for "Annette" her full hispanic birth name - Annette Arriella Lopez - they gave Camilla a first name to celebrate Anne's heritage, also giving Camilla her brownish complexion.

"We could still, according to our daughter," Anne said, having texted her multiple times every day. "We do have a few sex tapes in storage..."

Annette had wonderfully firm 34c breasts, stood 5'4", her skin older still mostly smooth, she worked out with her husband, both dedicated to keep their body healthy. Avoiding Camilla because of where she lived they often visited their sons Mark in Colorado, and Health in Florida.

Anne had let her hair grow past shoulder length and Camilla raved about at the selfies her mom would send over Snapchat.

'You are gorgeous!' Camilla's message back would read. 'Dad doesn't deserve you but he's not bad either...'

"We can take the guest room and figure things out at lunch," Camron said. "I don't want to touch anything at the moment."

"We've got a few hours," Anne said, sliding her hand in Camron's. "You've been distracted a lot lately."

She slid to her knees, unbuttoned his shorts pulling them down then leaning back on her ankles and tilting her head. He moved forward, his cock still flaccid, not expecting his wife to be so turned on, her hand moved up and fumbled with the limp flesh.

They both knew the drill.

Anne was not deterred, she wanted HER man in HER old house and SHE wanted him now! Fingers spread out under his balls and one back to his taint, she stuffed inside her mouth the rubbery, pliable flesh of his cock.

Camron had been visiting his 'friends' on the other side of the Villages where they lived. She knew of his affinity for cock and ass, it had been that way since they were married, various outlets. She knew what he was when they married within their open agreement she found her own ways to get off AND to get him excited after his playing around. She stayed in the marriage for the love of the man, AND the sex was good, it just took some work and sharing.

"Lay down on the bed," she said, her directness made them a great pair of dommes, finding favor within the community over 10 years ago, building a strong stable, strong enough to challenge Mistress Night.

Shaking her head she said, "You and your boys..."

Camron stripped naked and lay face down on the bed she grabbed the jar of lube, moving swiftly to her husband, covering his hole with the jelly. Slipping in one finger, then two she finger fucked him, pulling at his hips so he was in a puppy pose on the bed, ass in the air.

"Ohhhh...." Camron moaned, her other hand running over his balls, gauging his excitement, he moved with rhythm and purpose, going knuckle deep on her hand. He knew what pleasured him and worked with whomever was pleasuring.

"How many did you fuck, Perro?" Anne asked, calling him by his spanish nickname meaning 'dog', disappointed by his limpness still. "You usually have some left for me."

"Keep going Leona," he responded by in kind using her nickname in spanish meaning Lioness. "Mmmmm feels good..."

"We'll see about that," Anne's frustration mounted, her pussy wanting his cock to inflate, be ready and pound her into orgasm. She was easy to please, so maybe the dichotomy of sexual personality in her husband worked strangely. She had to work for it then it became easy.

Anne was quick to get triggered in bed, or in a BDSM scene, making her unpredictable nature fun, exciting and sometimes frightening. Her frustration grew and she grabbed the largest dildo sitting on the nightstand and with no warning shoved it up Camron's ass all the way to the base.

"AHHHGGFFFTTT!" Camron shrieked. Anne pulling it back and ramming it deep again. "Ahhffttt! OOHHHHGGGGOOOHHHDDDD@!!!"

"You limp dicked mother fucker!" Anne, prone to be the more verbal of the two in play, said angrily into her husbands ear. She began to turn the phallic, rubber dick in his hole with her hand. "I want you to treat me like this with your cock. I want you to FUCK MY PUSSY THEN MY ASS!"

Her anger and actions worked, but of course she knew his tastes and his preferences, she would get hers first. Reaching down she felt his hardness, his cock pushing outward, its length hidden when soft, grown out to it's 7.5 inches of thick man.

"Leave it in..." Camron said when she pulled away, Anne stripping her clothes off, asking to keep the dildo deep in his hole. She moved in front of him, presenting her throbbing pussy, he placed hands on her hips climbed on top of her and thrust forward.

"OHhhh Mi perro!" she exclaimed his long thick sword splitting her wet cunt, his ass flexed against the dildo.

"Ohhh Mi Leona!" His enjoyment coming at both ends, her pussy ripe and wet. He began to pull and push her on his cock, over and over.

"Oh dios, DIOS! OHH! SI! SI! SI!" Anne continued in spanish, they used with each other and a couple Hispanic couples they served where they lived. "YES! OHHH! YES!"

Anne was quick to orgasm, Camron feeling her shuddering, hearing her words, he reached for the lube and pulled out, coating her hole, his cock and pushing into her ass.

"You'll see how much I have left PUTA!" HIS anger now driving his hips, he transformed into the beast that 'friends' and 'acquaintances' drove miles to be under, feeling the full length of his cock, weight of his body. "I'm going to rip you in half!"

"AHHGGHHHFT! Señor! AHHHGGFT! AHH! AHH! AHH!" She screamed, his cock thumping back and forth, getting the lubrication and fluids sliding faster and faster. "Maestro! Maestro! Ohhhh!! Tu PUTA! TU PUTA!"

She exclaimed she was his 'bitch/slut', his hips rocking again and again, taking what was his, feeling the sweet tightness of her ass versus her sloppy cunt.

"Puta SIN VALOR!" He yelled, calling her a worthless slut, he leant over cupping her breasts, hearing her pain and heavy breathing.

"OHhhh! Ohhh! AHH! Ohhh! Mi Maestro!" She exclaimed, feeling him push inside and release his warmth, the fluid streaming deep in her ass, more than she could have imagined after the parade of men he served. "Ohhh Mi Maestro...."

(MEANWHILE JUST THREE HOUSES DOWN)

"What the hell?" Camilla said, coming out of the shower, Ron long gone, looking at the notifications on her phone. "Jesus Christ, really???"

She had set up her camera (and old converted iPhone) to activate on motion in her bedroom so it would record on movement on OF. She earned a few hundred dollars here and their as fans got extended time watching her dress, put on make-up, sleep, or just sitting on her bed.

The vision of her mother sticking a dildo up her dad's ass caused Camilla to turn away from her phone, setting it down. With a disgusted looked she picked it back up, skipped ahead to where the session now over, and saw them kissing on her bed.

"Oh God, they really did that," she said, looking at the interactions and the money it was still bringing in, talking out loud to herself. "This is going to bring in some serious cash."

The door burst open and Ron ran inside holding his phone.

"SHIT! Did you see your parents!" he said, a sly grin. "Your Mom and Dad are FREAKS!"

Camilla committed to her role dropped to the floor, still naked, into child's pose bowing forward

"Permission to be yourself," Ron said, then moved to her, sitting on the bed. "They're the one's that challenged Gladys, right?"

"You are correct," Camilla said, grabbing her spandex shorts and sports bra, wriggling them on her body and sitting down next to Ron. "I think they commanded most of Cardinal Bay and some of Cardinal Creek, but pissed the bed on Hades Night."

"I'd 'fall in line' with them, dang and your dad's..." Ron started to say.

"Okay, that's enough of that!" she said, rubbing his crotch. "Tell me what does 'fall in line' mean?"

"It has to do with Hades Night and protocol within the scenes. Did you pick your Circle yet?" Ron asked Camilla, having given her the descriptions of each Circle of Hell and the website where she was to enter her information earlier that day. She needed to choose the Circle of Hell she would reside in Saturday and through to next year.

"Yes, Circle four, Greed," she said, acknowledging her time on OF had been frequent motivated by the dollars that poured in when she was naked, and requesting money for her playing with her various toys. She made a living off her kinks and her affinity for showing off in a way that was disengaged. She had been brought out of her shell by Mistress Jill culminating with her taking on Master Donnie, loving it and requesting to become somone's submissive.

"Very good," Ron said, then began to explain. "Everyone has a Circle, even the Mistresses and Masters, and it's basically a collection of BDSM scenes. As a centurion I could only 'fall in line' with a dominant running the scene."

"Okay, but aren't you now a Master?" Camilla said, putting her head in his lap, pressing her cheek to his rising cock, her hot breath going through the thin layer of fabric, the pressure of her beautiful face, vision of her hair laid out in his lap, enticing.

"Correct, so I can choose to 'command a line' and that could be with other dominants, or I can submit and STILL fall in line," Ron said pointing out he could do either. "Walking into my Circle, seven Violence, and I saw your folks commanding...I'd fall in line."

"I see. What are the scenes like in the Circles?" Camilla asked, now bringing her hand up to his shorts, rubbing, trying to please her new Master.

"No one knows." Ron said. "They're developed by consultants from Europe and different in ways each year. I've only been through it three times now."

"There are rumors Donnie and Mel are teaming with Jill and Brian to try to take command of the society," Ron continued, he was pretty new to Donnie's stable. "I know there are judges from all over the world that rate and rank how someone does in their role in each scene."

"I've heard that too, and the scoring allows you to go head to head competing for the title of Supreme Mistress or Master," Camilla said, knowing more than that, but keeping it to herself.

All the of the talk, and Camilla's skills, grew Ron's desire to command and rose his cock, he reached down and he pulled his shorts off.

"Satisfy me Slut..." He said, Camilla not hesitating to wrap her lips around that huge mushroom head, sucking expertly. "Don't let me cum it is a Red Light Wednesday night and I need to save mine for any visitors."

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Tina had settled in roughly with Wendy and Kenneth (Mistress Consommé and Master Kenneth) to initiate her she spent the night in a cage under a coffee table they had in their basement, alone, their pet cat 'Phoebe' circling almost mocking her. Tina had a dish of water and a bowl of granola set in her cage for breakfast.

Mistress Consommé came down around 3 a.m. to let Tina go to the bathroom, snapping her with a towel after she finished. It was the morning of 'Red Light Wednesday Night' during 'Unholy Week' and Mistress Consommé was serious about her role and putting her slave in the right frame of mind.

That morning, around 6 a.m., she went downstairs and woke Tina, forcing her to do a hard yoga flow, then leading her into the bathroom, the shower equipped with a wand, sprayed her like an animal, using the wand like a hose, lathering her with shampoo. Wrapping her in a towel, forcing her to stay on her hands and knees and placing her naked in the cage again.

Breakfast was a bowl of berries, and milk, no utensils, Tina eating it like a cat or dog might, lapping at the milk. Mistress Consommé did not speak this entire time, just motioned with her hands, or drug her by the one adornment she had, a sturdy, black leather collar.

Mistress Consommé sat and watched her pet, not happy Tina was now shared with Donnie, a relatively new Master who promoted Tina's husband Ron, though not adjacent to Mistress Consommé, still bothersome.

Tina stopped moving in the cage and curled into a ball and slept.

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"Camron and Anne are back, call me," Jill's voicemail read, I listened to it around 7 a.m.. My wife Mel and daughter Amanda stayed up watching 'Bridgerton', a sexy series on old England, and both were still asleep. Mel had to get up and be to work by 9 a.m., but I let her sleep, dialing the phone to talk to Jill before my wife woke up.

"Is this a problem?" I asked Jill, knowing Carmon and Anne owned the property next door that Camilla lived in and they could participate Saturday during Hades Night.

"Depends..." Jill said and I could hear Brian in the background. "Come over after lunch, we're still trying to figure this out."

I hung up and heard my daughter get up and go to the bathroom. She usually occupied the upstairs guest room, the bathroom just across to the right of the front entry.

"Hi Daddy..." she said in a sleepy tone.

"Hi Baby..." I said, our usual exchange.

I checked in on Mel, who was awake she walked over and kissed me gently, her hand on my cheek. She felt the safe space of having Amanda close, and I couldn't argue at the moment.

"Make sure Amanda contacts Carla today," I said, knowing Mel had Carla's number.

"I shared her contact info and I'll remind her," Mel said, turning for the shower, dropping her bottoms, and striping her top off and dropping it like a stripper.

"You missed your calling," I said.

"Did I, really? My pussy aches from the pounding you've instructed it to have," Mel giggled a little saying 'pussy'. I was amazed at her compliance and sometime giddiness surrounding her total submissive role in the community.

We waved bye, she headed to the shower I headed down the street, Jill had reminded me I needed to spend more time with Mary. I left my house and walked down the block to Mary's house.

"She needs to be open for business during 'Red Light Wednesday Night'" Jill reminded me last night. "She's gifted and at her peak she could swing dommes and subs in one night."

I had texted Mary when I woke up that I wanted coffee and her attention at 8:30, and I had timed it perfectly, knocking on the door at 8:29.

"Good morning, Sir" Mary greeted me, my coffee handed to me in a thermal cup. "Come on in."

I had only rushed down into her dungeon in my prior visits, Mary took me through her living room, to three seasons' porch with two heaters to offset the 45 degrees it was outside.

"I love the fresh air and as long as it's above zero it's pretty comfortable," she said motioning to a comfortable chair opposite hers. "Please sit, Sir."

The decor was surprisingly modern, with an outdoor flair highlighting family. I saw several pictures of her late husband Willy, a couple of them fishing, and her family up at a northern cabin in various stages and ages.

I smiled at her, sipping on my coffee and noticing she was dressed in shorts and a racerback shirt, her lovely breasts propped up nicely with a sports bra. She was ready for a run or workout and I would find that out soon.

"Permission to speak freely, Mary," I needed to get to know her better if I was going to continue our rather violent domme-sub relationship. I liked being challenged, even being restrained, kicked and punched in our first meeting.

"Thank you Donnie," She said reaching for her dog, pulling her into her lap and began petting now relaxed. We first met in the neighborhood through our dogs, Kaiser and Rosco touching noses.

"I have to say I didn't think I'd ever meet someone who could pull me back into a Hades Night power grab. Ten years ago was rough."

"What do you want to come out of this?" I asked her, empowering not asking, probing not pressuring.

"Stability," Mary said, looking out into her backyard the view of Gladys's complex, designed to rotate between the best dominants in the neighborhood. "There's been no movement at the top, there has been no leadership."

"What is our Supreme Mistress Night falling short?" I asked, sipping my coffee looking at all of the bird feeders, hearing the sounds of them feeding.

"She stiffles growth and is stale. We wrote the bylaws years ago to encourage movement, a meritocracy and a democracy fairly based on performance," Mary sat up and looked at her husband's photo framed and hanging to her left. "There were years we deserved to be there, Cameron and Anne deserved to be there...."

Mary shook her head, looked down, holding back a tear. I moved to her side and rubbed her back. I had learned more in that moment, than in the rough and tumble encounters in her basement.