Holly Adam And The Neighbour Pt 05

Worshipping my Goddess's ass had been without doubt one of the most intense and memorable experiences yet. Holly had been forceful and fiery as she held me in place and ordered me to push my tongue inside her. I had never seen her like that before, but I found it incredibly sexy.

Despite removing my collar afterwards, she begged me to keep my lingerie on, telling me how much it turned her on. She allowed me to chuck on a t-shirt while we made dinner, then when we sat down, she gave me one of her mischievous smiles and said:

'I still can't believe you dressed up for me, baby. I think you deserve a little treat.'

Then to my surprise, she got under the table, pulled my cock out of my panties and began sucking it. It was the first attention my cock had gotten all day despite being constantly aroused by the feel of my lingerie on my skin. Feeing Holly's soft lips wrapped around my cock was divine. After bringing me to orgasm, she crawled out from underneath the table, stood beside me, then lent down and began passionately kissing me, pushing my spunk into my mouth.

When we sat on the sofa afterwards and chatted, I couldn't help but remain in a submissive state while still wearing the stockings and panties despite the words sounding normal. Holly seemed obsessed with my lingerie, constantly stroking my silk panties and stockinged legs, telling me how beautiful I looked. Then after a while, she asked me if I wanted to put my collar back on.

Once I was collared and kneeling before her, she said:

'I have to tell you, sweetie. Seeing you dressed like that and how cute your bottom looks in those panties, all I can think about is putting you over my knee and spanking you. Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to, and we can try something else, but it will become a regular thing if you choose to do so. What would you like to do, sweetie?'

Somewhat surprisingly, the thought of being spanked by my wife turned me on more than I could have imagined. Trying to hide my enthusiasm, I replied:

'I would like you to spank me, Goddess.'

Once again, Holly's mischievous grin appeared as she patted her lap and said:

'OK then, up you come.'

Just the act of climbing up and bending over her knee aroused me. Once I was in position, Holly started stroking my bottom gently with her hand. Then without warning, she slapped my left bottom cheek. It wasn't painful, but it sent a thrill through me. When she brought her hand down on my other cheek, I let out a little moan of pleasure. Holly then said:

'OK, pet. So as this is your first spanking, I want to know how you are feeling. After a few spanks on each of your cheeks, I will ask you to choose if you want it softer, the same or harder. Once we reach a level you like, I will replicate that in your future spankings. Is that OK with you?'

'Yes, Goddess.'

She began spanking me again, a little harder this time but still not really painful. Finally, after five slaps on each bottom, Holly stopped and asked:

'Softer, the same or harder?'

'Harder, please, Goddess.'

I began to feel the heat during the next rounds of spanks, but still, I said:

'Harder, please, Goddess.'

We repeated this three more times, each time me asking for her to spank me harder. Just like when she sucked my nipples after having clamps on, I adored the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.

Stroking my bottom again, Holly said:

'Well, I'm actually quite impressed. I was certain your bottom would give out before my hand. I'm very sorry, sweetie, but my hand is beginning to hurt. Don't worry, though. Nancy has a whole range of spanking tools at her place. I will ask her to bring some over with her when she comes tomorrow, and we can try again.'

Truth be told, I was starting to struggle by the end. My bottom cheeks were beginning to get sore, and the pain was getting a bit much. I have to say, though, I simply adored being spanked. It was the beginning of a fetish that I still have to this day.

Once I had climbed off her and returned to my kneeling position, Holly asked me to pleasure her, and I dutifully lowered my head and started kissing her feet. Finally, after worshipping her feet for an age then bringing her to two orgasms with my tongue, she got out the padlock key and removed my collar. Then she said:

'That was incredible. I'm so proud of you for today. I think we can stop for a while and chill out. Why don't you open a bottle of wine while I go and freshen up a bit.'

While we polished off the bottle, Holly and I discussed holiday ideas and made out a little. At one point, she asked me if I was OK with everything and reiterated that I had the power to say stop at any time. I told her that I was a bit surprised at how fast things were moving but was actually having the time of my life.

She surprised me a bit when she said that she was loving it too, but once the week's trial was over, she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue. When I asked her why she said:

'Oh, don't get me wrong, honey. There are definitely some things I would like to carry on doing. But I kind of miss us a little bit... y'know, the affectionate side of things. I guess it's about finding some kind of balance where we are still Adam and Holly most of the time, but sexually you submit to me....but even then, I liked our sex life before and don't want to lose that either. I don't know. It's very confusing.'

I told her that it sounded like we were thinking pretty much the same and that we would work it out together. When I asked if she wanted to stop now, she replied:

'Oh god, no. I still have a couple of things planned for this week which I'm really looking forward to. If it's alright with you, I'd like to see out the week's trial, so you can get a taste of everything and then we can work out what we want to do after.'

I had no problem at all with that and felt like the conversation had put my mind at ease. I had kind of been looking at things as if they were all or nothing, but knowing that we could find a happy medium sounded perfect.

That night when we went to bed, Holly once again persuaded me to keep my lingerie, and when I agreed, she grabbed one of her babydolls and begged me to wear that too.

My day of firsts didn't end there. That day, I had washed and dressed her, been shaved and dressed in stockings and panties by Miss Lawrence, worshipped Holly's ass and even been spanked. However, there was one more first to come. While in a 69 position with Holly on top, she began fingering my ass.

At first, I felt the tip of her lubed finger circling my hole and let out a whimper. Then my wife slowly pushed her finger deep into me. I was already moaning quite loudly when she added a second finger, driving me wild.

As I lapped at her wet pussy, my wife thrust her fingers back and forth in my arsehole. Finally, I realised she was no longer sucking me. When she climaxed, she pulled her fingers out of me, shifted around the bed and lowered her pussy onto my rock hard cock. She leant forward and kissed me on the lips, then whispered in my ear:

'I knew you were going to be a naughty little slut.'

It didn't take me long to come after that then when she was sitting on my face making me lick my cum from her pussy, she started saying:

'You look like such a sexy little girl in your lingerie, baby. I'm going to buy you so many pairs of pretty panties and only the finest stockings. I might even get you some sexy little outfits for you to wear. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slut? Being your Goddess's sexy little doll, letting me dress you up whenever I want.'

Her pussy was clamped to my mouth, so I couldn't have replied even if I had wanted to. I knew from our earlier conversation that what she was saying was probably for dramatic effect rather than reality, but it turned me on anyway. I wondered how much of what was happening was down to Miss Lawrence or if Holly actually had these fantasies. Either way, it felt deliciously naughty.

In the morning, I awoke to Holly sucking and pinching my nipples as I was becoming accustomed to. For a second, I had forgotten I was wearing the babydoll, panties and stockings. She kept sucking as she began lowering her hand to my groin, then she started caressing my cock through my panties. Finally, as I moaned with pleasure, Holly said:

'Cum in your panties for your Goddess, baby. Show me what a naughty little girl you are.'

I think after our conversation the previous evening, Holly felt more confident and comfortable in her role as my Goddess. I suppose it was my fault that she was being like this even though I wasn't collared. I was the one who had called her Goddess first in the bedroom despite not being collared. It was a weird mixture of arousal and humiliation, being spoken to like this before I had even properly woken up.

When I began coming, Holly carried on stroking my cock through my panties, milking every last drop of cum out of me. Then once I was finished, she said:

'Did you like that baby? Me making you cum like that?'

It was strange how feeling humiliated also turned me on. When I replied that I did, she said:

'Perfect! We can make it a part of our morning ritual. Speaking of which, will you fetch my tea now, baby?

As I climbed out of bed, I could feel the wetness in my panties. I also realised that my bottom was still a little sore from the previous evening's spanking. However, what excited me more was that Holly had said making me cum in my panties would become part of our morning ritual. Again, I knew I had a choice in everything, but the fantasy of my wife expecting me to wear lingerie to bed every night really turned me on.

I tried to put the thought to the back of my mind and focused on making her tea. I was able to forget it almost entirely while I worshipped her feet and then pleasured her to her now expected two orgasms.

I washed my wife in the shower again then I revelled in drying and moisturising her body and then dressing her.

Before she left, Holly told me I didn't have to put the lingerie back on and could wear my regular clothes while I worked but said that Miss Lawrence would be bringing a fresh pair of panties for me and I should greet her when she got home as I did the day before. Then she kissed me on the lips and told me she loved me.

Things seemed to settle a bit over the next couple of days. I wore my stockings and panties when Holly was in the house, only removing them once she went to work. Once she was home, I eagerly worshipped her feet, pussy and ass whenever she commanded. Miss Lawrence gave Holly a leather paddle which intensified my spankings but made me love them no less. I felt like I was in a near-constant state of arousal and honestly thought this had been the most exciting and exhilarating week of my life.

Then on the last day of the trial period, just before lunchtime, I received an email from Holly it said:

'My beautiful darling husband.

I can't tell you how wonderful you have made me feel these last week. I honestly thought I could never love you more than I already did. But seeing how lovingly and willingly you have submitted to me has made me realise just how truly a special person you are. You are amazing, and I adore you. I hope you have enjoyed this week as much as I have. As I said, I just wanted you (and I) to make the most of this trial week and experience as much as we could.

With that in mind, I have a very naughty plan for the last night of our trial. Would you be open to a bit of role-playing tonight? Of course, it would mean you dressing up for me again, but I promise I will make it worth your while. What do you think?

Loving you with all my heart

Holly xx'

Reading the first part of her email got me a little emotional. I loved that I was making you so happy. The second part, though, both worried and intrigued me. So I wrote back telling her how much I loved and treasured her and that nothing was more important to me than making her happy. Then I asked her about the role-play.

Holly, who I think had already composed her reply, sent her following email back to me within minutes: It said:

'I treasure you too, Adam.

I don't really want to tell you too much as it will ruin the surprise, but I thought the theme would be headmistress and naughty schoolgirl. Of course, as with anything we do, it is entirely up to you if you want to do it or not, but I must tell you I am getting wet just thinking about it.

If you decide to do it, let me know soon, so I can inform Nancy, who has very nicely offered to come round and get you ready.

Holly x

PS. She has asked if you can address her as Mistress Nancy for the evening, which is kind of sexy. I'm so glad you and her are getting on so well.'

I was both surprised but not surprised at Miss Lawrence wanting me to call her Mistress. I had felt massively submissive the day when she had shaved me and put me in lingerie. So it didn't seem such a giant leap to start addressing her as Mistress. Although, to be honest, I thought calling her Miss Lawrence felt more intimidating in some ways.

I was actually pretty nervous at the thought of Miss Lawrence getting me ready again, especially as Holly had hinted that our neighbour would be there for the evening. Did that mean she was going to get involved?

As was becoming the norm, I decided to just go with it. Although, the whole role-play idea excited me, so that was a bit of a lie. When I wrote back that I was up for it, Holly replied:

'That's fantastic. I don't know what I do to deserve you. I'll let Nancy know, and she'll be right over. Oh, and I think it's only right that as she will be your Mistress for the evening, you greet her in the same fashion that you greet me. I've given her a spare key so she can let herself in. Be nice to her and show her the same respect you do me. I cannot wait to see you all dressed up for me. xxx'

Now I was pretty sure I would also submit to our next-door neighbour. I began wondering about the extent of her involvement. There were so many things I loved about submitting to Holly. Not least how happy it made her. But I didn't want either of us to do anything we might regret later. When I texted Holly to express my concerns, she replied:

'Don't worry, sweetie. Nancy and I have already discussed this, and I promise her involvement is limited to just a few things. But, of course, if you'd rather I tell her that you'd prefer it to be just the two of us, I'm happy to do that, and I'm sure she won't mind. But, honestly, I just want tonight to be fun for you.'

As I sat there wondering what to do, my phone pinged, and I received a text from Miss Lawrence saying she would arrive shortly. I texted Holy saying I trusted her judgment and had no problem involving Miss Lawrence.

After that, I quickly went to the bedroom and stripped down, then made my way to the hallway and got into my kneeling position. As I waited, I realised how nervous I was to greet Miss Lawrence in this way and the prospect of calling her Mistress. I wondered if she would treat me any differently.

When the front door finally opened, Miss Lawrence looked at me then said:

'Why aren't you wearing your stockings?'

I was somewhat taken aback by the tone of her voice and what she had said. I nervously replied:

'I'm sorry, Mistress Nancy. Holly said I could change into my normal clothes while I worked. I didn't realise I was supposed to put them on again.'

Her expression softened, I think because I had addressed her as Mistress for the first time, then she said, in a softer tone:

'Yes. You are absolutely correct. Please excuse my presumptuousness. Please try to remember in future, though. May I also make another suggestion? I think while making reference to your wife when speaking to me, it would be better if you referred to her as your Goddess rather than by her name. Don't you?'

I meekly replied:

Yes, Mistress Nancy.'

She then stepped towards me and said:

'You may greet me now.'

I lowered my head and began kissing her leather boots.

When I had finished, Mistress Nancy glanced over at the table and said:

'Splendid. Your Goddess has left your collar out for me. She really is the most thoughtful woman.'

My neighbour, formally known to me as Miss Lawrence but for this evening known as Mistress Nancy, put the collar around my neck and padlocked it shut. Then she attached the leash and made me crawl behind her to the kitchen. Once there, she asked me to serve her a cup of tea, which I did, acutely aware of my nakedness the whole time. Then, once I had placed it on the table in front of her, she said:

'I must say, watching you kiss my boots in the hallway brought back so many wonderful memories for me. Dennis would spend hours kissing and worshipping my boots. But, I wonder, would it be too much of an imposition to ask you to worship my boots for a moment. I'll keep an eye on the time, so we have enough time to get you ready for your Goddess. Would that be something you could do for me, Adam?'

As she spoke, she reached out and took hold of the leash dangling from my collar. I, in turn, glanced down and saw that her skirt had ridden up and her black leather boots were actually thigh-high boots. I had never mentioned it to Holly, and it wasn't exactly a fetish, but I had always found myself getting aroused when seeing women in thigh boots.

I dropped to my knees, then, with no hesitation, began kissing the tops of her boots again. Finally, after a few seconds, Mistress Nancy said:

'Use your tongue, sweetie. All worship involves your tongue.'

Then for the next fifteen minutes or so, I licked every inch of her boots, secretly savouring every moment of it. It felt like my first submissive act toward my new Mistress, although technically letting her collar me and then follow behind her on all fours was probably the first.

Once she let me finish, she said:

'Thank you so so much. I can see why your wife cherishes you so much. You really do remind me of my Dennis.'

Mistress Nancy then stood up and led me to the bedroom. She told me we should do my make-up and nails first, which of course, shocked me. Of course, I didn't protest, though. I was way too far down the rabbit hole for that.

She did my toenails first, painting using hot pink nail polish. Then as they dried, she used the same polish to paint my fingernails. When she started putting my lipstick on, Mistress Nancy began talking about the aesthetics involved in role-playing. Saying how my Goddess and I look is essential for setting the scene. She told me the schoolgirl role can be played out in many ways, ranging from sweet and innocent to full-on slut. When I asked what look she was giving me, she said:

'Sweetie. That's a surprise. What I can say is that you are going to look absolutely gorgeous with this gorgeous glossy pink lipstick on your sexy lips. So just relax and let me work my magic. I promise you are going to look just perfect.'

I did as Mistress Nancy said, although relaxed wasn't the word I have used to describe how I was feeling. She seemed to spend ages putting my make-up on, not only doing my lips but also my cheeks and eyes. Finally, after using Holly's hairdryer to finish drying my nails, she said it was time to dress me.

The stockings and suspender belt were first again. This time they were white, though, which my pink toenails were clearly visible through. The first item different from the previous day was a white bra. After that came the ridiculously short red plaid, tartan mini-skirt, which barely reached my stocking tops. She put a plain white shirt on me next, although I noticed the buttons were on the other side, then added a red and black tie.

When she showed me the heels she wanted to put on me, I gave her a shocked look that said there was no way I would be able to walk in those. They were hot pink with straps that went over the top of the foot and around the ankle. What terrified me, though, were the five-inch stiletto heels.