A New Neighbor Ch. 03 - A Sub Revealed

When she got home on Thursday evening, Stephanie walked from the car to her house at glacial speed, hoping to see Patty or force a chance encounter. No such luck, and despite the lights being on, she never caught a glimpse of any activity. Stephanie had been getting hornier by the hour and could barely contain herself only a day after her last orgasm. If she had not been specifically forbidden to have sex, she would have ravished her husband as soon as she got home.

Albert would have been thrilled too: following the blowjob he had received earlier in the week, he'd approached her twice and made subtle - and not so subtle - advances so he could return the favor. Each time, she had pushed him away, reluctantly. She'd felt bad and wanted it as much if not more than he did, but she'd been given orders.

At eight p.m. on Friday, Stephanie was in the bathroom, about to dress in loungewear and snuggle on the couch with hubby for the evening. There was nothing on tv for them to watch, but it was a bit of a ritual: at least once a month they'd both get on the couch and spent time together.

Stephanie stood nude in front of the mirror, holding her breast and wondering why Patty had not called to "get a piece of that". She'd kept her pussy shaved in case her neighbor requested her and had managed to hide it from her husband - she wasn't ready for his questions yet.

Her phone buzzed and she immediately picked up when she saw a message from Patty.

"Miss me? :)"

Stephanie immediately felt as she did for a teenage crush. Their "relationship" was so fresh and yet so engrossing that Stephanie felt weak at the knees.

"Yes :) I was wondering what kept you busy."

As soon as she sent it, Stephanie thought she'd overstepped her boundaries. The only relationship for the rest of the month was of pet and Mistress.

"What or who..." Patty teased.

"It was not my place to ask; I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it... I can sense you're on edge. Did you follow instructions?"

"No orgasm / sex? Yes." Stephanie felt a pinch of hurt that she even had to ask.

"Ah, that's why :) What are your plans for the evening?"

"Watching tv at home."

"Hubby around?"

"Yes"

"Good. On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you?"

"Eleven :)"

"Funny girl :) Instructions to follow shortly. Go on with your evening."

"Yes, Mistress." There was almost a sense of pride when she typed it. As if to let her know that she was being a good sub.

Stephanie was still standing nude in front of the mirror. Nothing in her immediate environment had changed and yet everything was different. There was a knot in her stomach and she was already aroused about the upcoming instructions.

She kept glancing at her phone, wondering why the directives were taking so long. If she needed to touch herself or take naughty pictures, this was the right time as she was locked in the bathroom.

Finally, the phone lit up again and Stephanie scrolled through the instructions sideways as her heart sank. This was too much, she thought.

"Read it?"

After a long moment, Stephanie answered: "Yes, Mistress."

"Embrace it."

"I can't... Mistress."

"Of course you can. Not obeying would be far worse than what I'm asking. Onward, pet. You know you'll thank me."

"But this will change everything."

"If being true to yourself is changing everything, so be it. But don't make a big deal of a naughty evening. Now go and report later."

Stephanie recognized the expert manipulation. On one hand, it should be perceived as benign and on the other, it was her duty to obey. Both points should make this a no-brainer.

She sighed and caressed her thigh as she reflected on her next move. Patty was right, this was only one evening in their married lives; there had been and will be many more. As she realized she was agreeing with Patty, she wondered if this was because her Mistress suggested it or because her body was screaming for relief? She did not want to guess.

Stephanie carefully selected the top she wanted to wear and elected a silk chemise that barely covered her butt. She rehearsed how she was going to approach the topic, reviewed each item in the list Patty sent her and once she took a deep breath, opened the door and walked to the living room. Albert perked up as soon as she walked in.

"Helloooo nurse," he joked.

Stephanie's heart was pounding hard. A mix of excitement, embarrassment, and apprehension all at once.

"Hey Hon, I wanted to talk to you about something..." Stephanie said, looking grave.

Albert was laying down and made room for her, "Yeah, anything. What is it, babe?"

She sat next to him, imagining she was the attentive Asian wife that was so readily portrayed, her hands crossed over her legs.

"I was thinking... I was thinking about how I've been lately. I know... I know I haven't been the most fun wife..."

Al was taken aback and made a dubitative face, "Uh? What are you talking about?" This came out of nowhere and was out of character for Stephanie he thought.

She lifted her hand so he'd let her finish. "Let me say this please..."

Taking a deep breath, she continued. "You know how I get with work and I just think that it's been growing worse..." As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Stephanie realized that this was a cope out; she was not following her Mistress' instructions. Talking about work was only a way to remain within her comfort zone, which was far from the goal.

She paused and added, "I'm sorry. I'm just looking to change the dynamic between us."

Needless to say, Albert was immediately on edge. This did not sound good. And for a guy who woke up most of the time wondering how he landed such a girl, it sounded downright bad.

Stephanie felt stuck with her explanation. How could she admit or even insinuate what she was looking for without embarrassing herself?

God, that sounded so lame. Why did she have to worry about embarrassment when she craved humiliation next door?

"I'm not sure what you mean, babe..." he said, then wondering, "Did I do something?"

She could see that Albert was not expecting anything good from this conversation and she couldn't help but wanting to reassure him. She soon blurted, "I... I would like for you to stop asking for sex."

That statement did not clarify anything for him at all and his mind was racing... "Do you think I'm being too pushy with you? Is that what it's about?" He asked with a rising voice, defensively and about to get ticked off.

She immediately stopped him and added before lowering her gaze, "No, no... I don't want you to ask anymore... I just want you to take it."

His eyes became as big as saucers before he regained his composure. "Wh... what?"

Stephanie kept looking down. "I mean that whenever you want sex, I'm not expecting you to ask permission anymore. You shouldn't have to... It's my duty as your wife to provide it for you and if I'm not in the mood, you should just take me. However you want..."

She glanced up to see him with his mouth slightly ajar.

"Are you... are you serious?" he asked, looking around as if scanning for a candid camera moment.

"Just grab what I want when I want it, eh?" he asked.

This was not how they shaped their relationship and Stephanie did not know if she was going to be able to change him enough to go through one evening of domination. It just did not seem to be in his nature.

She explained as she caressed his leg, "I've just had an epiphany and realized a few things about myself that I didn't like." She paused for a moment and added, "Of all the things that I can change in my life, giving you the reins of our intimacy is the one that made the most sense. And it's also the one that turned me on the most," she added with a beautiful smile before straddling him, offering a glimpse of her bare pussy as she spread her legs.

"That's new," he said, staring at her crotch with a more playful in his tone.

She nodded, "uh, uh..." and moved her lips to his ear, gently murmuring, "It's yours. Whenever you want, however you want."

She started grinding slowly, hoping that he'd be able to see her lips getting squished against his pants. She could feel his cock responding through his gym pants.

He laid his hands on her thighs, squeezing and guiding her back and forth. As she bit her lip, he moved his fingers under her pussy. She immediately gasped and smiled, inviting him for more. For Albert, this was the dream he'd always wished for. He'd gotten used to her frantic work schedule years ago and the lack of desire that could stem from exhaustion but had had always wished that he'd be able to touch her more often. He shoved his thumb inside her as she ground against his wrist.

With her excitement rising, she added, "And... there is something else." A moan escaped her throat.

He pressed his finger inside and felt she was dripping profusely; more than usual.

"What?" He was starting to think his life had just gotten dramatically better.

"This is not easy..." She hid her face against his neck and he felt her hard breathing and moaning.

He waited, working her up as he understood it would prompt her to talk.

"Oooh... I... I think I should be punished for refusing you for the past couple of days."

Albert was dumbfounded.

But Stephanie looked completely honest. As if she was revealing something about herself that took courage, especially since they'd been together for a few years and had never mentioned it.

He giggled and said, "Right..." and only when he looked in her eyes again did he realize she was dead serious.

"What... How do you think you should be punished?" He asked, bewildered.

She looked at him and smiled, "Honey, the idea is that from now on, you're in charge. If I have to tell you..."

"But do you mean... co... corporal punishment?"

She lowered her gaze and almost imperceptibly acquiesced.

Albert looked across the room, to no real point in particular. His mind was working fast, analyzing the situation to the best of his ability.

He knew it took nerve for Stephanie to ask for this. He knew it meant a lot fo her and he certainly understood that a woman as stressed as she was with her work needed to "unwind" and not be in charge. It all made sense. Or at least, he told himself it made sense because the idea of being in control of his wife was thrilling.

"I need to wrap my head around this... Let me seat up." He moved and sat on the couch while she immediately fell across his lap. Without waiting, she lifted her top to the small of her back, revealing her glorious buttocks. She wasn't telling him what to do per se, but damn if she couldn't make it any clearer. Her body was pressed against his legs, anxiously awaiting the next step.

Albert wanted to touch her pussy, play with it, rub his fingers all around it. He felt he could make her come easily but he just wanted to pat it, only to feel that he could without asking. He let his fingers run across the slit. Was it going to be this easy from now on? He could just finger her, fuck her whenever he wanted?

His hand fell harder than he or she thought it would, instantly showing the print of his fingers across her ass. She yelped as her muscles tightened, more in surprise than in pain. Not wanting to dissuade him by her reaction, she immediately relaxed and even adjusted her hips onto his lap, awaiting the next slap.

Albert spanked her a half dozen times, alternating between cheeks while undulating the firmness of his palm. The sound of the skin against skin was arousing him, even if his wife remained nearly stoic, save from the sound of her holding her breath so as not to shout. On the subsequent two slaps, he heard a moan and immediately knew it was one of pleasure.

Uplifted by the power of dominance and her obvious appreciation, he felt more at ease with the role. Between spanks, he said in a stern voice, "You have been very, very naughty and very dis-res-pect-ful", he added with a slap on each cheek, marking each syllable. She moaned louder this time, spreading her legs ever slightly.

Her cheeks were turning a deeper shade of pink as Al carried on.

"From now on - SLAP - I will punish you - SLAP - whenever you disobey - SLAP - or disrespect me - SLAP -"

He could hardly believe he'd verbalize his emotions and wondered if he had pushed it too far.

"Yes sir," she answered softly.

Unable to maintain character, Albert asked in earnest, "Honey, why didn't you tell me that you liked being... dominated? We could have tried it earlier..."

It almost made Stephanie smiled as she thought that it would take some time before he became as dominant as Patty. Immediately, she realized she was being unfair - their marriage had been one of trust and communication; she could understand this was taking him by surprise - and maybe even hurting his feelings.

She answered as honestly as she could, "I... I just didn't know... This feels... recent."

He slid his hand between her legs to touch her again. He was taken aback by how drenched she was; this was clearly exciting her more than their typical rituals.

Stephanie pushed herself against his finger, almost forcing him to penetrate her as she cooed. Unrecognizable.

"In the bedroom," he stated with a tone that indicated there was no choice. She excitedly jumped up and walked hurriedly towards the hallway, making sure to keep her chemise above her butt. This was more fun than she'd envisioned and she felt pretty satisfied with trusting her husband. Only she hadn't; Patty had.

Albert stared at his wife walking through the dining room and hallway, obediently, awaiting whatever he was going to decide to do to her next. This was wild. He felt high from the excitement and was purposely taking his time to get off the couch to see how she was going to behave. His cock hurt from being stiff and he couldn't help but pressing his hand against it.

Stephanie reached the bed and noticed that he was not immediately behind her. Peaking towards the hallway, she saw him seating and was going to hurry him over when she remembered that she was not in a position to demand anything anymore. He looked at her cooly, awaiting her reaction.

She got up on the bed and stayed on her hands and knees with her face rested on the pillow. Her pussy was raised as an offering. Patty would be proud, she thought; it was a sign of submission, a sign to show that she was a changed woman.

Albert stared at his wife's raised ass, feeling his turgescent cock pushing against the fabric of his pants.

"What in the fuck is happening?" he wondered almost out loud. Do people bang their heads and flip their sexual preferences as adults?

Darn it, who knows and who cares? Question is - was he about to let such an opportunity go untapped? The thought of getting Stephanie to do anything to him was growing rampant. A blowjob while driving, have her masturbate in public. Oh. My. God.

He got up and moved quietly towards the bedroom, losing his shirt somewhere in the middle of the hallway and dropping his pants as he neared the bed. He was so rushed he even kept his socks on - something she hated.

He knelt on the bed behind her, pre-cum glistening from his pole and laid the palm of his hands on her ass. God, she was gorgeous. It was the first time that he saw her pussy completely bare, her lips looking puffy and already slightly open... welcoming. She shuddered when he grazed her clit with the back of his hand. Grabbing onto his cock, he pulled on the skin and pressed the tip against her vulva.

Moaning, she immediately bucked back, managing to bump his penis just inside her vagina, the most sensitive area for her. Remembering Patty's instructions, she was to give her husband a show and grabbed her butt cheeks with her hands to present herself to him.

He slid mid-way with surprising ease. As he pulled back his penis was coated with a white, thick substance: Stephanie was creaming all over him. Her breathing was ragged as she let go of her cheeks, stretching her arms forward, undulating her hips to assist in the penetration.

He proceeded to shove himself forward and go full tilt as she yelped "Oh god." He could send her legs trembling from the repeated seesaw as his balls started to slap her skin. Wanting to test the boundaries of what had just been discussed, he spanked Stephanie's buttocks a couple of times as he lingered deep inside her.

She responded by moaning and arching her back before throwing her shoulders on the bed again, hiding her head in her left arm while she moved her right hand between her legs.

Stephanie's clit felt huge as soon as she touched it. She alternated between caressing herself and putting her fingers in V shape in front of her vagina so that Albert would have to squeeze his cock between them and feel additional pleasure each time he penetrated her.

He had grabbed her by the fleshy part of the butt, right around her hips and held on as he shoved himself deeper inside. To see his wife in such a state of submission was arousing him faster than he wanted. Each time he shoved the head of his penis inside her, he started to moan as well, repeatedly pulling in and out so he'd rub against her fingers on the way in.

Knowing he was about to come, he asked, "Are you close?"

Panting, she replied, "I am... I am... but it's ok... you go."

He didn't think he could last much longer and told her, "You have ten seconds." This was the first time he had given her a deadline to orgasm, but then again, this was the first day of domination.

He was not properly counting but at some point, he said "Five" out loud and Stephanie moaned hard. By the time he got to two, she whaled and he could no longer hold it.

She asked frantically, "Can I come, can I come? Pleeeease!"

In between grunts, he managed to answer a "Yes!" that forced her to bite the bed sheet as the wave of pleasure overtook her. She grunted again, letting his hips slam into her like a rag doll until he stayed deep inside, his body tense. Finally, after a long moment, he rolled on top of her and let himself slide next to her body, out of breath.

"We're going to have to talk about this," Al panted, still beaming from the orgasm. "Jesus, where has this foxy babe been all along?"

She pouted, "I wasn't foxy before?"

"Did you mean everything you said?" he asked.

"And more... Yes, I really meant it."

He kissed her deeply, passionately and murmured with a smile, "Then I'd like to have my fantasy filled as well. Can you..." he paused, wondering if he was going to be too bold... She leaned on him and said, "Yes... Regardless of the request, the answer is "yes", so you shouldn't hesitate."

"Clean me with your mouth," he stated, biting gently on her lower lip.

She had mentally prepared herself to not show any negative emotions to whatever was going to be requested and as soon as he asked, she moved between his legs, lifted her hair in that sexy way that he liked so that he would be able to see the show. She started by licking his shaft until it moved once and showed some life. Then, she licked the cum that had oozed on his stomach and finally took him in her mouth multiple times until she could no longer taste his cum or hers for that matter.

Once done, she smacked her lips playfully and moved back up and snuggled against his shoulder, gently caressing his chest as she felt his respiration settle down. Soon, Albert was asleep and Stephanie went to the bathroom to pee and clean herself up as the cum inside her had started to leak out. Seating on the toilet, she summarized the evening to Patty via text messages. Her neighbor's praises filled her with pride.

She went back to bed, again oddly at peace despite the fact that she was clearly living a double life. Maybe this was the genius of Patty - by ensuring that Stephanie's husband was getting a great deal of satisfaction out of her new "status", she would possibly feel a lot less guilty.