Dear Neighbor Ch 09

Hi Neighbor,

Just a note to say thank you for installing the camera in my bedroom. I feel so much more secure now.

I did set up that privacy screen. The gaps between the panels are a bit bigger than I expected, but I hope it's ok. You should only see little glimpses between the panels as I get changed, so I hope that's not too much. I'll really try to remember to go behind there to get changed so that you don't have to feel uncomfortable.

I do have a confession to make, though, and I'm so ashamed.

I still have that picture of your poker buddies all gloating about winning my clothing, and with the Darth Vader mask on the table and everything... and I lie in bed looking at it sometimes. Well, I was doing that and I forgot the camera was there!

I promise it was a mistake. I know I said I would help to keep your embarrassment to a minimum with the camera in my bedroom. Please don't think I'm a terrible person!

I can't believe you will be seeing footage of me masturbating. I mean, after I promised it would be ok to put the cameras in my bedroom and everything, now I've gone and betrayed your trust by sprawling myself out and... oh, I can't even think of it. I must have made quite the degenerate picture, just going at it with my favorite vibrator, thinking such shameful thoughts about you and your buddies. I can't excuse it or defend it, especially the bit where the vibrator ends up... oh dear, don't judge me, all the way down my throat. I can't even think of a good excuse for that degenerate behavior. It was just unacceptable and I'm so ashamed.

I don't mean to disrespect your friends. I'm just such an obsessive little tart, and my mind goes crazy with dirty thoughts. I'm not blaming you, and please don't think I am, but I'm just saying... the extra detail of the Darth Vader mask in the picture drives me completely crazy with the most outrageously dirty fantasies. I don't know if you'd appreciate knowing what those fantasies are. They're really quite a scandal. I'm just saying, you really got me with that one. I have to admit you won that round!

But still, I have to control myself. I'll really try much harder, I promise. Please don't give up on me. I don't want to cause you such discomfort that you tell me to find someone else to watch over me instead. I really value what you do for me. I wish I was a good girl, so I could think of nice ways to repay you. But it turns out I'm really just a dirty little misfit, so... anyway...

On that, I really want to thank you for rescuing me last night. How about my prescience, predicting he was going to tie me up! I just knew it. He's such a bully.

You'll see on the footage how much I loved it. It's so embarrassing. Even at the time I know you were watching in real time, and all I could think of was what you were seeing. It was a really thrilling experience. Please don't judge me. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I'm trying to say thank you!

So anyway, when he had me all trussed up with that wand just wedged in the ropes, it was like being in a big vibrating cocoon, and of course, those ropes go everywhere... so by the time you turned up I had been stimulated powerfully for god knows how long. It's like my whole body was still vibrating.

What really impressed me was the way you so tenderly untied me and gave me a lovely hug. You're such a gentleman.

I've gotta say, though, after being tied up like that for so long (and after the things he did to me before that, which are just shameful, and I was still sticky from it all), I was super on-edge. You literally could have taken advantage of me right there. I would have done anything to relieve the pressure. But you just helped me to get free and tucked me in bed. I'm so lucky to have you.

Don't... look too closely at the footage of what I did after you left my bedroom, though... ok? I had a lot of pent-up... energy.

Hey, here's a funny little fact. You wear the same cologne as my friend! Can you believe that? It's such a crazy coincidence. Anyway, thanks for being my hero.

xoxo

Shynalee

PS. So... the dresses you made me buy are lovely, but they're all so short! I'm not confident wearing them out and about, because I don't know what sort of indecent little faux pas might happen. So... could I ask you to come to the mall with me and watch as I move around on the escalators, stairs, on the balconies with glass walls, the seats, and all the various places I could find myself? Then you can tell me if I start to show a little too much... you know, "leg". Then maybe I can get the confidence to wear them. They're really cute, but so cheeky.

I completely understand if you can't do it. I know you've already given me so much of your time with everything else. I'd really appreciate it, though.