The Neighbor, Chapter 2
FemdomFanboy85
He fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair as the rest of the class turned to face him, awaiting his response. The greying professor smiled patiently at him as if to give him permission. Joseph shifted around in his seat and inhaled quietly. He hated being called on, but he was giving this his best. He had made a promise.
"Uhh," Joseph started quietly, "I think it's like a social commentary on how things were at the time. For women, I mean. She's... she's not willing to give in and just marry someone because of their money or reputation."
The professor's face, which almost seemed irrevocably accustomed to underwhelming contributions at this point in the semester, now brightened up at these words.
"Ah. So, you think Ms. Bennet was breaking with the common expectations of her class and gender in her society. Good. What do you think she might be hoping for instead?"
"Love," another student suddenly chimed in after a brief silence.
"Yeah," Joseph continued. "Or someone smart enough to keep up."
Low laughter erupted from the class at this suggestion. The teacher tilted his head in amused assent, before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was that time again. No matter how reliable you were about wrapping things up on time, the students would always let you know the hour was approaching with the slightly premature yet familiar noise of dozens of books closing, notebooks being shuffled away, and bags being unzipped and zipped again.
"Let's hope we're all smart enough to keep up," the professor concluded with his usual wry wit. "Don't forget, you have a paper due Friday."
It was a strange feeling being back in college, Joseph thought as he rose from his chair and proceeded to leave. After high school, he had made the transition straight away, not even bothering to take a gap year like so many of his friends. Three years and a couple changes to his major later, and Joseph ran out of steam. Less than a year ago, he had still been a college dropout, barely scraping by on inconsistent work while living at home. Now he was a student once more, even if his living situation remained unchanged.
There was definitely a feeling of accomplishment in that, though, especially since he was doing far better in his classes this time around. In a sense, it nearly felt like magic. Except he knew whose idea it had been, and it was not an idea he or his parents had come up with. It had come out like a spontaneous admission of guilt during one of those days he was over at her place, and it was to her place that he was now about to return.
When she proposed the idea to him, he hadn't been against it. But to suggest
summer
classes? That had felt a little mean.
Of course, the truth was that it wasn't doing him any good sitting around the house doing nothing. At first, he suspected that she had devised these plans to keep him out of her hair. Lonely boys become desperate boys sometimes. Slowly, he came to understand her reasoning was far more diabolical.
Tammy was a teacher herself. A Middle School teacher, to be precise. During the summer months, she had lots of free time on her hands. Joseph's parents worked during the day, all through the year. As it just so happened, Joseph's classes would usually end around two in the afternoon, leaving a good 3-4 hours before his folks would get home. With his part time job, Joseph would only work 4 or 5 days a week, too, which meant that on a day like today he had no obligations after school.
Well, almost no obligations. Did they count as obligations if you enjoyed them and looked forward to them with bated breath?
Besides, he and his parents had not been getting along well as of late. There were arguments and fights about how little he was helping around the house. He would turn to them for help when he ran out of money, which created its own set of issues. Having somewhere to go and get away for a little while was reassuring, even if it was right next door.
He pulled up in front of his house, turned off, exited, and locked the car, and then walked across the yard to ring the doorbell on his neighbor's house. A moment passed and she opened the door. She invited him in and shut it behind her.
By this point, he knew the routine well. The curtains in the front room were always drawn. A couple lamps would be on to allow just enough light in to set the mood. It had a calming effect to it that he never ceased to find comforting. Then his backpack would go on the chair beside the door. Next, his clothes had to come off.
As he went through these motions, she stood watching with a glass of water in one hand. Summer months were regularly hot. They were hot enough that he was often perspiring a little by the time he walked into her house. It wasn't all due to the heat, though.
During this time of year, Tammy liked to wear summer dresses. They were beautiful, brightly colored, and form fitting in a way that still left the right amount to the imagination. He had seen her in these many times over the years and they struck him the same way every time. They looked maternal to him, yet somehow youthful as well. It was a subtle contradiction that seemed targeted at him. Although surely that was just his imagination at play...
What wasn't imagined, however, was the necklace she wore every time she greeted him at the door like this. Dangling at the end of it, just above the curve of her breasts, was a little key.
He finished undressing and set his clothes neatly in a pile underneath the chair where his backpack was. Then he turned and faced her.
"Did it cause any problems today?" Tammy spoke up.
She reached between his legs and touched the chastity device clasped firmly around him.
"No, Mistress. It was a little uncomfortable sometimes, but it didn't pinch or anything."
To this, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I was asking about your penis, boy."
His cheeks flushed a light shade of red. He was beside himself at first when she had brought up having him wear the device to classes under his clothes. It had taken some persuasion before he agreed to it, but there was no question in his mind now that she knew what she was doing. It was so controlling and embarrassing in ways he'd never experienced.
"No, Mistress," Joseph corrected himself shyly. "It didn't cause any problems."
"Are you sure?" she teased. "You're a young man. The wind could hit you the right way and that little thing would get excited. That's why we keep you under control, don't we?"
"Y-yes, Mistress. I was good."
She stepped into his personal space and put her hand on his left cheek. It was blushing brighter now. Taking off her necklace, she used the key to unlock him from chastity. As soon as he was freed, he began stiffening.
"Shower," she instructed him, motioning down the hallway.
This was another part of the routine. She liked him clean. She liked to watch him, too. He headed down the hall into her bedroom, as she followed close behind. He turned into the bathroom, and then stepped into the shower. It was a large standalone shower, and there had been no shower curtain once she established this part of the routine.
Tammy leaned her back against the counter and folded her arms, watching him turn the water on and jump a little at the temperature. Ever since that night she caught him out in the rain in her backyard, she liked the image of him wet and cold. More importantly, she liked reminding him. So his showers were to be cold showers when he came over. In the heat of summer, he wasn't complaining.
It quickly put an end to his stiffening, too.
"How was school?" she asked.
"Good, Mistress."
"Are you keeping your grades up?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You're still liking your classes?"
"Yes, Mistress."
There was a brief pause. He had finished shampooing his hair and was now rubbing the soap over his body. He washed his penis and balls thoroughly in front of her. Then he turned his back on her and soaped up his buns, making sure to get between both cheeks. She attentively looked to make sure he was following his instructions. He was.
"You have a draft for me today?" Tammy said.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Am I going to be pleased with what I read?"
"Umm... yes, Mistress."
Hesitation. She didn't like that, even as cute as he could be when he hesitated. He should think about his work, but he shouldn't have to think about obeying her. She expected to be pleased without hesitation.
"Let's hope so," she added.
Stepping out of the shower, he stood on the mat on the floor, still dripping and starting to shiver a bit. His arms went to his sides and he waited for her direction.
"Turn around," she ordered him. "Slowly."
Quietly and gradually he turned on the mat, showing his freshly scrubbed body to her. Her green eyes seemed to glow as they scanned every nook and cranny. When she was satisfied, she pulled a towel from the rack nearby and handed it to him.
This routine always finished the same way. While he was drying off, she would interrupt him. She'd take the towel from him and drop it on the floor. Her hands would find their way to him, sometimes starting at his ass, other times his chest, or frequently just going right for his penis and balls. They always wound up at that last one either way. She would touch him, play with him, and tease him.
It reminded him of that time when he was caught outside, when she brought him in and undid his swim trunks. He was shaking in her hands a bit now. She kept distant enough to let him stay cold and shaking. With the tips of her fingers, she lifted the head of his penis up and let it fall unceremoniously back down.
"I guess I probably shouldn't worry about you around those college girls," she remarked, "even if I let you out of chastity."
He blinked nervously at her and color appeared in his cheeks again. She ran her fingernails across his balls and down between his cheeks, making him gasp and jerk in a startle. Then she closed her hand around his penis and testicles, moved closer, and kissed him on the lips.
"Mistress' small boy," she said. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She let go of him and stepped back, sporting a grin that made his heart beat quicker. These afternoons with her were easily the best part of his week.
"Let's go have a look at your homework," she told him.
They walked back into the living room. He went over to his backpack on the chair, unzipped it, and pulled out a binder. He handed it to her as she sat on the couch, crossing her legs and putting them out in front of her. Joseph took an anxious breath and knelt down before her. He put his hands on her right foot and carefully removed her shoe. Then he did the same with her left foot.
She opened the binder and began going through it as he started massaging her feet. Pages ruffled and she kept her composure while he tended to her.
