The New Neighbor Next Door Pt 02

This is part 2 of 'The New Neighbor' series!

Spoilers & super descriptive tags: This fiction story is written from a female point of view with a male partner both in their 30s and includes weighted nipple clamps, a possessive partner, kissing, a collar & leash, restraints, a ring gag, face fucking, silly banter, sex, creampied, anal beads, egg birthing, vaginal stretching and talk of breeding and getting pregnant. Ends with a little aftercare.

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"Good afternoon, Sarah," Ben said as he gestured me into his home.

It had been a few days since we first met and played out a home intruder role-play that had completely changed my life. The soreness between my legs was almost healed and I craved to feel it again. Craved to feel Ben again. Whenever I sat down or moved in a way that used my sore pelvis, I relived our time together and daydreamed of future encounters. He had left me with stern instructions to keep using the nipple weights daily but to let my core heal, and I wasn't going to disappoint. I texted him pictures every time I dutifully put the clamps on, and he responded with cute teasing quips.

Tonight, he invited me over for dinner and a bit of final unpacking. I wore the nipple clamps under a loose-fitting tank top, braless. It wasn't too obvious from a distance, but up close, the outline of my pinched buds could be seen in the folds of the fabric. I felt the hanging sway of the weights with every step I took, and I fucking loved it. Loved knowing I was doing what I was told for Ben, knowing it would permanently alter my body for him.

"Hi..." I entered his house.

He'd unpacked almost everything, but there were a few things left that he wanted my input on, and I wasn't about to pass up a chance to spend time with him. His house was minimal and clean, yet undoubtedly masculine with piles of clutter here and there. The air held a hint of musk and as Ben leaned in to kiss me, I realized he was wearing cologne. It mixed with his natural scent in the most delicious way and mixed with the sharp ever-present tug on my nipples, I found myself meeting his kiss with ravenous force.

After a moment, Ben chuckled and pulled away, grazing my breasts with his hand and his eyes lit up, "Oh? I thought you already wore those for today."

I blushed, "Yeah, but I wanted to show you in person."

Ben pulled me in for another kiss and moaned onto my lips, "You're adorable... I can't wait to see how you've altered yourself for me..."

He kissed me harder and ran a hand up my shirt to caress my breast, running his thumb over my pinched bud. I jumped and then moaned onto his lips, loving how sensitive my nipples were. He tugged on the clamp a little bit, eliciting a louder moan from my lips before he moved on to the other.

After a moment he pulled away and led me to the kitchen, acting like the kiss never happened while I trailed behind like a puppy hoping for more attention. He poured some wine into glasses on the counter and handed me one as he raised his glass.

"To us! May this weird relationship blossom and thrive through communication and sex as long as possible." He locked eyes with me.

I held my glass up and clinked it against his glass, "To us."

We both downed our entire glasses of wine and laughed.

***

After we cooked and ate dinner together, I helped him clean up his kitchen while sipping my fourth glass of wine. I was feeling the liquid bravery course through my veins. Every chance I got, I brushed my chest up against Ben, and more often than not, he pulled me into his arms and slipped a hand up my shirt to caress my breasts. He lightly tugged on the nipple clamps and rubbed my pinched buds over his palms while I melted in his arms. The sharp tugging pain felt so good.

"I think that's enough wine for you..." Ben chuckled.

"I guess..." I hiccupped, "What did you want to do this evening? You wanted my input on some décor or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." He smiled and grabbed my wrist, leading me upstairs.

I raised my eyebrows, "Your boxes aren't in the living room?"

He laughed, "I have the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my house. Where do you think those boxes are?"

My face flushed as I realized what he meant. Once at the top of the stairs, he led me down the hall to his bedroom. The room was plain, with blue-grey walls and beige carpet. The unmade king-sized bed was pushed against the far wall with a simple black steel frame and dark blue linens strewn about. Each side had short black side tables. There was a comfortable-looking chair to the right with clothes hanging off it. The room looked barely lived in, yet had a few piles of clutter scattered around the room. There were two medium-sized boxes on the edge of his bed. They were labeled simply as 'bedroom' with red 'fragile' stickers on all sides.

"There could be boring décor in the boxes." He smirked, "Go look."

I gingerly walked over to the bed and tore the tape off the first box. Everything inside it was wrapped in bubble wrap. I pulled out the first bubble-wrapped object. It appeared to be a shoebox-sized wooden box filled with loose objects that clinked when I unwrapped it. There was a locked golden latch on the front.

I shook the box a little as I turned to Ben, "Is this your memory box or something?"

Ben approached with the key in hand and shook his head. "Not exactly... It's certainly a box for making memories, though."

He unlocked the box and stepped aside. I looked from Ben to the box to Ben again before finding the courage to unlatch it. I opened the lid slowly, worried something might pop out at me. Upon seeing the box's contents my face flushed, and I immediately started laughing.

It was a box of collars and wrist cuffs. I looked at Ben and he smiled back at me, gesturing at the box. I looked back into it and spotted a collar that looked almost made for me. It was made of thick leather with a soft interior and was blue like the bra he destroyed the other day. There were 3 metal rings attached to the perimeter: one in front and one on each side. I looked at Ben again, a question in my eyes.

He winked, "Want to try it on?"

I nodded sheepishly and handed him the collar. I turned around and held up my hair as he buckled the collar around my neck. The interior fabric was cool and soft against my skin. It was wide enough that it restricted my movements a little, but not enough to be a hindrance. I let my hair down and turned around, feeling the leather with my fingers.

"How do I look?" I asked.

He tugged on the front ring sightly to bring me closer. "Mm... That's such a great color on you, Sarah... but let's keep unpacking."

I blushed and looked away, shuffling back to the box. There was only one more bubble-wrapped item in this box. It was heavier and twice the size of the first, and I struggled to lift it out of the box. Ben helped me lift it and I unwrapped it. It was a similar wooden box with a locked gold latch. Ben handed me the key with a wink. I unlocked the box and opened it.

I gasped. This box was filled with gags, leather restraints, and leashes. One of the leashes caught my eye as it was the same color as the collar. I pulled it out. It was a blue leather rope with a restraint clip on the end. From behind me, Ben pulled it out of my hands and attached it to the front ring of my collar. He wrapped it around his hand, forced me to turn out, and pulled me close.

"Mmm, a blue collar and leash. It's perfect for you, Sarah, my little submissive. How are you feeling?" He trailed a finger down the side of my face.

I couldn't answer, my body was trembling.

Ben tugged me closer, so his lips were at my ear and my chest was pressed against him, "Tell me."

I swallowed, "Nervous... and... excited."

He pulled back a little and kissed me softly. A reward for doing what I was told. After a moment he released his grip on the leash and looped the end around his wrist. A loose but present reminder that I was his toy. I shivered.

He gestured at the box, "See anything else you like?"

I looked down and sifted through the contents. There were a few simple ball gags, one with a dildo pointing in, one with a little table, and two different ring gags. I pulled out one of the ring gags and wondered if it would fit in my mouth. I held it up and put the ring in my mouth, feeling the cold metal against my tongue and gums as I bit down. It was a little uncomfortable. I turned to Ben and attempted to smile, a drop of drool escaping my bottom lip.

He laughed and then bit his lip, "Can you put your hair up? I want to see it on you."

I nodded, handed him the gag, and quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail. He stepped behind me, reached over to place the gag in my mouth, and buckled it. I felt ridiculous as I turned around with my mouth trapped open, drool dripping. Ben's smile turned into a look of hunger as he pulled the leash to bring me closer. He kissed my bottom lip and started exploring my open mouth with his tongue. He traced his tongue around the metal circle of the gag before thrusting it in. I moaned too loud with my gagged mouth. Drool dripped between us onto my chest.

He pulled away after a few minutes, breathing hard, and let go of the leash to lift my tank top off. My reddened buds were stiff and aching. Ben took a moment to knead my breasts and bent down to use his tongue to flick my sensitive buds. I moaned and threw back my head, holding his waist to stay upright.

I tugged at his shirt, and he released me momentarily to remove it before diving back onto my breasts. I closed my eyes to the onslaught of sensation and moaned as Ben worked a steady rhythm between kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples. I didn't think my nipples could get more sensitive after wearing the clamps daily, and yet I found myself moaning too loud, loving the new heights he was taking me to. My nipples were going to be sore for days after this and I shivered at the thought of being constantly reminded of Ben and his tongue.

Suddenly, I felt a subtle tug on my right nipple distracting me from my daydream, and I gasped as I looked down. Ben had attached another small weight to the end of the clamp and was working on the left. My nipples stretched painfully towards the floor, and I moaned too loud as he let go of the new weight.

Ben gripped the leash again and pulled me in for more kisses as his free hand wandered my chest, jostling the clamps and making my nipples sway. The sharp pain made me instinctually fight for relief, but the extra jostling only made it worse. I breathed heavily and stilled my body as Ben ravaged my open mouth and chest.

Slowly his grip loosened, and I took the opportunity to break free. I sank to my knees in front of him, my open mouth aching for his cock. I looked up into his face as I unbuttoned his jeans, and another droplet of drool escaped my bottom lip. The sharp pain in my nipples lessened finally, but I was still breathing heavily.

"God, Sarah... The way you're looking at me..." He stuck his thumb in my mouth, and I leaned into it, moaning.

I moved away after a moment and pulled down his jeans to reveal his barely contained cock in his silky black boxers, the tip wet with precum. I licked the head of his cock over the fabric while my hands grabbed his ass, and he moaned, gripping my hair. I licked his cock a few more times over the fabric before slowly pulling down his boxers as I stared up into his face again, wanting him to see my mouth. Wanting him to see my need for him.

He looked down at me with hungry eyes as his cock sprung free, precum and spit glistening the head. It was much bigger in person than I remembered, and I wondered if it would fit in the ring gag. There was only one way to find out.

I grasped the base of his shaft with one hand and leaned in. Ben's hand in my hair gently pushed me onto him. I felt his cock move past my lips and then bump the edges of the gag before touching my tongue. I swirled my tongue around his head before taking him deeper, moaning as my mouth filled with his cock. Moving my hand away from his shaft, I took the rest of him to the hilt for a moment before pulling back out, getting a feel for my gag reflex. Ben moaned when I bottomed out and his grip on my hair tightened but his wrist stayed loose.

I kept one hand near his cock while the other grasped the back of his thigh as I started slowly pumping and figured out a good rhythm. With no way to close my lips, I drooled obscenely over myself, and with every pump, I felt my nipples burn with renewed pain as the clamps swayed back and forth. Every two or three pumps I took Ben as deep as I could, and his moans became progressively louder as he started to lose control.

After a few minutes, Ben started to force me to deep-throat him and I moaned onto his cock. I gripped his ass as I drooled all over myself from the forced face fucking. I felt my eyes start to water and cry involuntarily. I looked up at Ben with my face a mess of tears and drool, as he pumped in and out of the gag in my mouth. He met my gaze and groaned, grabbing my hair tighter.

Suddenly he let go and took a step back, panting, while he struggled to get his ankles out of his pants and boxers. I reached for his cock and stroked it while I looked up at him with questioning eyes. I wanted his cock back in my mouth. My face was a disaster of tears and drool. Without answering me, he tugged on my leash until I stood and he devoured my open mouth with his. I felt his tongue circle the metal ring a few times before he settled for nibbling on my bottom lip.

"I almost came in your mouth..." He trailed his finger up my arm.

I pulled away slightly and nodded enthusiastically. He laughed and leaned towards my ear, "I can't waste my seed down your throat. I have to fill your womb with it and breed you, Sarah..."

I shivered and let out a little moan. He stepped towards the bed, pulling the leash to make me follow, and directed me to lay parallel to the headboard. I moaned as the nipple weights tugged my sensitive buds in different directions as I lay down. He tied the leash to the bed frame and leaned over me to trail kisses down my body. Once he got to my waist, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down with my panties.

I writhed underneath his gaze as he took in my naked body tied to his bed by a collar and leash with a ring gag in my mouth. Drool escaped out of the corner of my mouth. After a moment, he pushed my legs open to reveal my glistening core and moaned as he inserted two fingers.

"You're so wet for me, Sarah. All this from face fucking you with a ring gag? God..."

I moaned too loud as he inserted another finger into me and started slowly caressing my G-spot. He brought his lips down to my clit and sucked gently. My body bucked. I was so close. I grabbed his hair and yelled as I felt the waves of an orgasm crash down around me as he worked in a fourth finger creating that delicious sharp stretch. My entire body shook, making my nipples burn with renewed pain as the weights jostled around my chest. Ben worked the orgasm higher and higher with his maddeningly consistent hand motions stretching my core and stroking my G-spot.

Before the high could dissipate, I felt Ben remove his fingers and crawl on top of me, quickly pushing his cock into my folds. I whimpered as he bottomed out and my body stilled as it adjusted to his girth. More drool escaped out the side of my open lips. I wrapped my legs around his body.

With his cock deep inside me, Ben unclamped my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth. I felt his tongue rub the sensitive bud as I screamed underneath him. I writhed under the onslaught of sensations. It was almost too much to bear. He started to pump into me slowly, his orgasm already dangerously close. He let go of my nipple with a strong suction pop before unclamping and taking the other in his mouth. Circling my bud slowly with his tongue, he kept pumping into me, and I held him as tight as I could, wishing he could go even deeper. He let go of my nipple with another strong suction pop.

"Are you ready for my seed, Sarah? Though it's not really my seed... It's yours. It belongs to you and your womb." He whispered.

I shivered.

"Tell me." He asked.

"I want... your seed... my seed... Make me yours, Ben..." I whispered between trusts.

At the mention of his name, Ben pushed his cock deep into me and held still. I felt his warm cum flood into my core and I moaned, gripping him tight. He kissed my open mouth gently as he pumped a few more times, before pulling out. I whined at the empty feeling.

"Hang on, I have a surprise for you..." He said.

He quickly leaned over and grabbed something I couldn't see off the side table. I gasped as I felt his fingers at my core again, and then something large and smooth was being pushed into me. It felt

much

wider than Ben's cock for a moment before the pressure alleviated and the object slid the rest of the way inside me. I felt it bump against my cervix and my muscles burned with the girth of it. I closed my legs and rocked my hips to get a feel for it.

Ben stilled my hips and brought his thumb to my clit, "It's a silicone egg about the size of a soda can but wider, so all my seed stays inside you... I'm going to plug you up every time you come over, and even when you're round with my child, I'll still plug you up to keep you stretched for me... And yes, Sarah, every single time you come into my house, I'm going to fuck my seed into you. Even if you just stop by to say hello, I'm going to bend you over, fill you up, and plug my seed into your womb."

I let out a loud moan and rocked my hips more, revealing the feel of the egg inside me with Ben's words floating in my head. I would definitely stop by for no reason in the future if this is what I would get out of it. Maybe I could wear something sexy under a dress, or maybe nothing at all. I imagined what my belly and nipples would look like in a few months, how my body would be altered by Ben, for Ben.

He watched me daydream momentarily before he untied my leash and pulled me up. Without warning, he quickly turned me around and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I let out a whine as the cuffs were clicked into place. He bent me over the bed, so my ass was on display. My face was smushed into the blankets without my arms to hold myself up with. I tried to speak but with the ring gag, all that came out were unintelligible sounds. I felt incredibly vulnerable, and I fucking loved it, though I wondered what he had in mind.

"Don't you want your ass filled too?" He asked.

I stilled as he set his hands gently on my hips, and then I tried to nod in the mess of bedsheets. Ben chuckled and then I felt the egg inside me jostle as he inspected my core, feeling around the egg with his fingers. I moaned as the familiar stretching sensation burned around my entrance. I tried not to think about how the egg would have to come out later.

"I have a smaller anal plug to give you today since you're already so full." He leaned closer, "I don't want to alarm you, Sarah, but the egg inside you is quite large. The other day you were stretched a little over two and a half inches wide, and this egg is three inches wide. I wasn't even sure it would go in, but you took it so beautifully Sarah. I'm impressed... I can't wait to see you birth it later. To see your pussy stretch for me..."

My body shivered at the thought of something so big inside me. That I could even take it. How destroyed my pussy would look after pushing it out. I moaned and writhed as his finger kept working inside my entrance, periodically rubbing against my clit.