Neighbors Ch. 14

"Uh...are you sure, Sarah?" I said as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans. Sarah smiled when I used her proper title and stood watching me as I slid off my pants. I quickly folded them and placed them on the counter, remembering how Ms. Sutton instructed me to do it. I was left standing in my tightey whiteys and socks and tried to keep my hands from covering my crotch.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you read my website? Its mistress Sarah."

I swallowed again.

"You are a paying client, after all, aren't you?"

I nodded, suddenly unable to speak.

"And you are locked up in a chastity cage, aren't you?"

I nodded again, blushing.

"Then take off your pants, Chris, and call me by my proper name."

"Yes...mistress Sarah."

I swallowed and slowly unbuttoned my jeans. Sarah smiled when I used her proper title and stood watching me as I slid off my pants. I quickly folded them and placed them on the counter, remembering how Ms. Sutton instructed me to do it. I was left standing in my tightey whiteys and socks and tried to keep my hands from covering my crotch.

Sarah watched approvingly. Her eyes flicked down to my feet.

"Socks."

I awkwardly bent over and lifted up each foot, removing my plain white socks. I fixed them in to a ball and put them on top of my pants. I faced Sarah acutely aware of my near-nakedness while she was fully dressed in her street clothes. She looked me up and down silently for nearly thirty seconds. I got the distinct impression she was examining me professionally. I silently pleaded with her with my eyes to not go further. Finally she broke the silence.

"Underwear."

"Please, Sarah..." I whispered, feeling my face go crimson. It was too much for me to bear. Instantly I saw my mistake as her face clouded over.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me Sarah?"

"I'm sorry..." I stammered. "...I mean mistress Sarah. Just...please don't make me."

She slowly walked up to me, shaking her head.

"You will do what I say." She said quietly in a cold voice. It reminded me of our workout Wednesday morning when I had been late and missed my run the day before. I saw then how she could switch from friendly and nice to cold and unsympathetic when she was challenged, especially as it related to her job.

Hurriedly I grabbed the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, apologizing at the same time.

"I'm sorry...of course I will. I'm sorry mistress Sarah."

She didn't acknowledge my apology, merely watching as I put my underwear with the rest of my clothes.

"On your hands and knees" she said in the same quiet voice. It put a chill down my spine. I complied hurriedly, not even entertaining the notion of disobeying.

I was surprised when I heard her turn and leave the room. She was gone for a few minutes, before returning. Glancing up I saw her holding a large plastic shopping bag. She reached in and pulled out something that made me swallow, hard. It looked like a connected series of black webbing straps, with leather cuffs at four points.

Sarah looked down at me, reaching into the bag again and pulling out some padlocks and a key.

"I bought this on my way home today from the local sex shop. I thought it would be useful in case some of my new clients like to be restrained."

She turned the object over he in her hands.

"It is quite complicated, but the woman at the store assured me it wasn't hard to use and would suit my needs perfectly. The problem is, I need someone to test it out on. You don't want me to look amateurish in front of my clients, do you?"

I nodded.

"No...no mistress Sarah."

She nodded and walked behind me. I heard her kneel down but I couldn't see what she was doing. Suddenly I felt something around my right ankle and I heard the click of a lock. Next I felt her grab my left ankle and pull it towards my right. I heard another click of a lock. There was a cinching sound and suddenly my ankles were pulled tightly together.

There was a shuffling sound as Sarah climbed up to one knee. I felt her hand on my lower back and shivered as it slid up my spine to my neck. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and suddenly pulled back, forcing my head up to look straight ahead of me. She leaned close to me. I smelled her unique scent and felt her torso press against my ribs.

"I gave you a chance to have a pleasant evening, Chris." Her voice made me shiver again. "But when you disobey me it makes me want to make things...difficult...for you."

She let go of my hair and reached back between my legs, pulling some of the webbing up underneath me. She brought it to my left wrist. There was a leather cuff. I watched as she fiddled it with a second.

"Let's see...this must go like this..." She said as she snapped it around my wrist. Quickly, she produced a small lock from her other hand and clicked it shut around the hasp of the cuff.

"Ordinarily I'm a big believer in using the carrot and stick approach when working with my clients."

She circled around behind me until she was on my right side. Another cuff was fastened and locked around my right wrist.

"But when you disobey me..." She reached down under my belly and adjusted something, tugging on another strap. "...it makes me want to throw away the carrot. And get out a big ass fucking stick."

The strap she was pulling made me shuffle my ankles forward slightly as she tugged. There was one more click sound as she closed a final lock and then she stood up. I looked down underneath me. My wrists were connected by a strap with about 8 inches of slack. That strap was connected in the middle to a longer one running under my belly that was now taut and fixed to another strap that held my ankles completely together. The cuffs were all locked on and I saw the center strap was adjustable but had holes like a belt that the fifth lock was run through, meaning I could move my wrists closer to my ankles but not further apart. I was in a slightly modified hands and knees position - my knees were directly under my chest because of the shortness of the center strap.

Sarah looked everything over, satisfied with her work. She pointed to the other side of the kitchen.

"Crawl."

I didn't even hesitate. I started to move. I could manage a sort of shuffling motion where I brought my knees up towards my wrists, giving me enough slack on the strap to move my hands forward about five or six inches, when I could repeat the process. It took me almost a minute to travel the ten feet to the other side of the room. Sarah watched me critically and nodded when I stopped.

"Stand up."

I tried. I sat back on my ass and brought my ankles in front of me. They were locked in such a way that I couldn't splay my legs apart- they were held tightly together. I looked for something to grab onto to try to pull myself up but there were no likely holds nearby. Even if there were, I could never get my hands further than a foot or so from my ankles, ensuring I would be in an exaggerated severely hunched over position. I wouldn't be able to move either since my ankles were so tightly connected. After a minute of fruitless effort I gave up, gasping.

"I...I can't mistress Sarah" I said, careful now to use her title.

She nodded calmly and placed the key to the locks on the center of the kitchen countertop. It might as well have been on the moon given my bound state.

She walked over to me slowly. I tracked her progress from the floor. I was lying on my side now, looking up at her. I noticed her bare feet and remembered how much she enjoyed my foot massage earlier. For some reason the thought of rubbing her feet made my cock start to swell slightly in its cage.

"Back on your knees, Chris."

I struggled for a few seconds to get back into my previous position on my hands and knees. She was standing right next to me, and my face was just inches from her knees.

"As I said, you could have had a pleasant evening, Chris. I was going to let you mop my floor and then I thought we could hang out a bit. I would have gotten that foot rub from you - you know my feet get pretty sore when I got out dancing."

She was quiet for a few seconds.

"Now I have to figure out what to do with you, don't I?"

I thought it was safest to assume the question wasn't rhetorical.

"Yes mistress Sarah. I'm sorry."

She was silent again for a bit.

"Well, I suppose there's no reason you can't still clean my floors. You'll just have to take a slightly different approach."

She abruptly turned and left, leaving me on my hands and knees on the hard wooden floor. She was gone for about a minute. When she came back, her feet again came into my field of view. Unceremoniously, she put a large shallow pan down in front of me and dumped the water from the bucket into it. I jumped slightly as she dropped a big sponge in the middle. The splash hit me in the face and I shook my head to get soapy water out of my eyes. She dropped a large towel next to me.

"Scrub. All of the floors. The whole house. Then dry. Don't miss a spot."

She turned and walked away in the direction of her bedroom. A minute later I heard the shower run and I guessed she was getting ready to go out.

Sighing, I got to work. It was exceedingly difficult. I had to scoot my knees forward to give myself enough slack on the strap to get the sponge in the pan of soapy water. I could scrub an area about one foot square before I had to put the sponge down and awkwardly shuffle another foot. I realized I had to bring the pan and towel with me each time I moved, which added more time to the process.

I mentally ran through what I knew of her house. It wasn't large, maybe thirteen hundred square feet. But every foot of it was hardwood - including the bedroom, bathrooms, and closets. After I finished the kitchen I glanced at the clock. It was already almost nine thirty. It would take me all night to finish the house this way. I moaned and tried to ignore the aching in my knees. It was punishing to have them on the bare hardwood.

I slowly and painfully backed into the living room, scrubbing inch by inch. I heard Sarah walk into the room and settle on the couch. I glanced over my shoulder and sucked in my breath.

She was wearing a backless shirt that shimmered in the lamplight. It was cut deeply in front, and exposed most of her small breasts, somehow miraculously staying in place just enough not to reveal her nipples. It ended above her belly button, exposing her tight midriff. Below that she had a short miniskirt that barely covered her panties. Finally, heels with a good two inch platform made up the ensemble. I realized when she stood in those shoes she would probably be well over six feet tall. Her hair was falling in soft red waves around her beautiful slender-featured face. Her makeup made her green eyes pop. She settled in and pulled up her laptop, ignoring me.

I got back to work. Seconds later I heard the electronic ring of a video call from her laptop. I froze, mortified.

"Hello! Oh..." I heard Sarah's voice stammer uncertainly for a second. "...you're...Alex. You're a woman!"

I looked slowly over my shoulder. Sarah had her computer on her lap and was video chatting with a woman. Alex had a pretty face with dark brown long hair. She was chubby, and dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. She was obviously sitting at a computer desk, looking at the camera shyly.

"Hi...mistress..." she seemed to stumble on the word for a second. "Um, mistress Sarah?"

I saw Sarah nod and smile, obviously recovered from her surprise and trying to put Alex at ease.

"That's right. And you're Alex. You're interested in training with me?"

Alex looked a little more certain.

"Yes, miss...mistress. Uh, Alexa really, friends call me Alex or Lexie."

"Ok, I'll call you Lexie if that's ok with you."

Lexie nodded.

Sarah glanced over at me for a second.

"Chris, did I tell you you could stop working?"

I was terrified. I was clearly in the view of the camera - I could see myself on the thumbnail on her screen.

"No mistress Sarah" I managed to say in a bit of a squeaky voice.

I looked back down at the sponge and started to scrub. My ears were burning and I felt slightly dizzy. I knew that my naked backside and probably some of my cage were visible to this stranger.

There was a second of silence before I heard Lexie whisper.

"Is that...is that client x from your website?"

Sarah gave an easy laugh.

"That's right! Hey Chris you have a fan!"

I groaned.

"He...well he's one of the reasons I contacted you actually." Lexie said. "It's sort of hard to explain but, he looked...well sort of like a normal guy. I think it just helped me think I could actually try this, you know? Follow through with it and...and pay you for the consultation."

"Sure, I get that completely. It was one of the reasons I put Chris up on the website. Now I'll talk a little about me as a means of introduction, then I'd like to hear about you and what you think I can help you with. Sound good?"

"Yes that sounds great. Thank you."

I heard Lexie's voice gain confidence. Sarah was doing a great job of putting her at ease and giving this whole situation a veneer of normality. Of course, I was in the background naked on my knees scrubbing her floor so nothing about this was remotely usual. I wondered if Sarah had orchestrated this whole thing in order to have me on display. If so I had to admire her planning and sense of timing. I figured I'd probably never know what went on in Sarah's mind. Amber was mercurial in her moods - often kind but switching to cruel in a heartbeat when the mood came on her. Sarah was more even keeled but I was learning that her friendly personality covered a sensitive spot when it came to her work. I imagined that she had to put up with a lot of sexism and questions about her abilities being a female strength trainer, and didn't appreciate even the slightest hint of doubt towards her abilities.

"Well, I have a Masters Degree in Exercise Physiology from UNC. You can see my diploma on my wall behind me, actually."

I dared to take a second to glance over my left shoulder. Sure enough, there were two degrees framed on the wall above the couch that Sarah was relaxing on.

"I've been a professional strength trainer and conditioning coach for three years. I have access to a private gym where I mostly work. I think you said in your contact email that you were local?"

I glanced at the screen one more time and saw Lexie nod. Sarah caught me looking and gave me a dangerous glare. I quickly snapped my head around and resumed scrubbing.

"That's right - that's another reason I thought this could work out. I was pretty surprised to see the post office box address on your website was in my town!"

Sarah responded.

"That's great - a happy coincidence!"

They both laughed.

"Well, I much prefer meeting with clients in person. During the pandemic I had to do some remote training and while it works, it's so much easier to be in the same room as someone, don't you agree?"

I heard Lexie mumble an agreement.

"To continue with a bit more about me, I became very interested in chastity as a potential motivator for my clients. I have to admit I'm a bit of a perfectionist with my work, and while I have a lot of wonderful clients, I sometimes found myself frustrated when they didn't work hard to meet their own goals. Recently I had the opportunity to work with someone who is locked and I found him wonderfully receptive and very hardworking. Isn't that right, Chris?"

I turned to see both of them staring at me - Sarah in person and Lexie through the computer screen.

I blushed furiously. I could see Lexie's eyes roving over my body. Again, I noticed how pretty her face was. She was studying the system of straps and locks that kept me on my hands and knees.

"Yes mistress Sarah. That's correct."

Sarah nodded in satisfaction.

"Back to work."

I saw her turn back to the screen as I resumed my scrubbing, ignoring the growing ache in my knees and the protests of my tiring shoulder muscles.

"So enough about me. Why don't you tell me a little bit about why you're chatting with me, and how I might be able to help you?"

There was a few seconds of silence, then Lexie began nervously.

"Well...to be honest I came across your website almost by accident...um..."

Sarah interrupted gently.

"Is Chris making you nervous at all? I can put him somewhere else if his presence is bothering you."

Again, I had to admire how professional Sarah was in this bizarre situation.

"Oh, no...not at all. I mean, I think the fact that he's nude...well, almost." Lexie giggled and I blushed more, scrubbing furiously to try to focus my attention on anything but my nakedness.

"I think...it helps actually. I mean, I'm ashamed of some things I'm going to say, you know? But at least I'm not naked and tied up or something." She laughed again, a little less nervously than before.

"That's great" Sarah commented. "Just let me know at any time and he's gone."

"Ok, sure." Lexie continued. "So...I've been interested in...I guess you call it bondage? You know, being tied up and made to do things...for a while now. So sometimes when I..." She said the next word in a whisper "masturbate...I look up some things on the internet. And that's when I came across your site."

"Ok, go on. How can I help you?"

Lexie sighed.

"First of all, I'm straight...I mean, I don't want to assume anything but I wanted to let you know I wasn't a lesbian. I thought...well it could be dangerous to have a guy with that much power over me - like have a key to my belt, potentially know where I live and work...do you know what I mean? So the fact that you're a woman...felt safe somehow."

Sarah nodded.

"Of course. I understand."

Lexie continued.

"Well, you might have noticed...I'm a bit overweight. Well ok - a lot overweight. I have been since I was a teenager. Part of it's my job - I spend all day in front of a computer - I work with network security. It's sometimes stressful with long hours. I want to be healthier and feel better, and of course I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to look better too."

Sarah agreed.

"Of course. No judgement here. I prefer to focus on how you feel and whether you're happy but of course when you think you look good you tend to feel good."

"Exactly!" Lexie agreed, excitedly. "That's right. That's how I feel about it too. So, I've tried so many things - diets, gym memberships, classes, et cetera. And they help for a bit but I struggle with staying motivated. I think I have low willpower or something because I always start to cheat and eventually I'm back where I started."

"Sure, that's extremely common. I don't think you lack willpower. If it makes you feel better, more than ninety percent of diets fail. I know I have a small sample size" Sarah chuckled "but with chastity I have zero problems with motivation."

Lexie laughed along with her.

"Yeah...I guess that's what caught my attention. I guess especially because, well...this is embarrassing to say I guess...but I masturbate quite a bit."

I noticed she didn't whisper the word this time. She must be getting more comfortable.

"Ok. I'm going to ask some direct and personal questions now, Lexie. Are you sure you're ok with Chris being here?"

I had moved to a new spot and changed my angle slightly so I could see Sarah and the screen. Lexie glanced down at me again.

"No no, it's fine. Go ahead."

Sarah nodded.

"Ok. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Lexie blushed slightly.

"No, not at the moment."

"Ok. How often do you typically masturbate, Lexie?"

I was impressed with how calmly Sarah asked the question, as if she were asking about the weather.

I was relieved to see Lexie blush this time instead of me. Somehow it made me feel better to not be the only horribly embarrassed person in the room. Well, virtually in the room at least.