Neighbors Ch. 20

"Yes Miss, of course" I answered, feeling suddenly awkward on the floor.

She put her phone away in her purse and glanced at me.

"What are you doing over there?" She sighed. "Get over here and put my shoes on."

"Yes Miss" I said as I scurried over to her.

She lifted up one foot slightly and put her hand on my head to balance herself. I reverently slid the orange heel on her foot, followed by the other. The straps took me a minute to figure out how to fasten but eventually I got them secured on her feet. The heels were maybe three inches, but her height seemed magnified even more from my position on the floor.

She opened the door. I was briefly aware that I was now visible from the street, but I couldn't really make myself care that much. It seemed perfectly normal to me now to be on my knees in front of Amber.

"Your chore list is on the counter. I'd get started right away. And make sure to keep your phone handy in case any of the girls make more special requests."

"Yes Miss."

She paused in the doorway, looking down at me.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

I thought furiously. What did I forget? I started to panic.

"Aren't you going to kiss my feet before I go?"

"Oh yes Miss" I said with relief. I lowered my head and gave each of her feet a quick kiss.

"That's better. See you in a few hours."

She closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in her house with my list of chores.

The list kept me busy for the rest of the day. Most of the chores were ones I've done before, and I was getting more efficient at taking care of her yard and landscaping. I enjoyed being outside in the beautiful weather, and I realized I felt wonderful as I pushed my lawnmower around her front yard. It somehow felt right to be taking care of her place like this. I anticipated Amber's approval when she pulled into her driveway after her spa visit and saw how nice her house looked. I thought back to when she had moved in just a couple of months ago, and the contrast between the appearance of her yard now versus back then. I felt a sense of pride growing in me that I was able to be so helpful to her.

I paused and wiped a thin film of sweat from my forehead. I noticed my stomach was rumbling and thought about heading back to my house to make a sandwich. I noticed a pretty woman jogging up the street and gave a friendly wave. She smiled and waved back. The woman was wearing standard jogging shorts and a jog bra. I noticed she had nice legs.

The woman did a double take and stared at me for a second. Simultaneously I felt a shock as I recognized her. It was one of the women in the car that had seen me naked, desperately trying to hide behind a tree in my front yard. The woman who I had recognized at the time that lived on my street. The woman that may or may not have a picture of that incident. All I had seen was the flash of a camera as the car pulled away. I didn't know who had snapped the shot.

The woman slowed down and looked over her shoulder to check traffic. Seeing none, she walked across the street towards me, looking somewhat tentative.

We had seen each other before and waved but never met. I knew she was married and which house she lived in but that was it.

"Hi..." She said, looking a bit nervous. I was beyond nervous. My palms suddenly started sweating.

"Hello" I said, trying to act as if everything was ordinary.

She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Helen. I don't think...I don't think we've met?"

"No" I said, a little too quickly. I shook her hand. "I'm Chris."

"Nice to meet you, Chris. I live just down the street." She was maybe a few years older than me - perhaps late 30s. She had straight blonde hair pulled back in a rough pony tail. She had wide set blue eyes and very nordic features - small sharp nose and small lips and chin. She was in quite good shape - I noticed that not only were her legs muscular, but her exposed arms as well. She must do some sort of yoga or pilates, I thought.

She looked around at the yard.

"Isn't this...isn't this your neighbor's house? I thought you lived there."

She waved in the general direction of my house.

"Yeah...this is where my friend Amber lives" I said.

I thought that Helen glanced down at my crotch quickly but I couldn't be sure. My nerves might be playing tricks on me.

"Oh is she your...girlfriend?" She said, with an inquisitive raise of her eyebrows.

I almost started to shake my head but then I considered. I didn't know how I would explain all the time I spend working in her yard if I was just a friendly neighbor.

"Yeah, we've been dating a while now" I said, trying to sound casual. I made a mental note to make sure to tell Amber about this conversation so she would be prepared if she ever ran into this particular neighbor.

A quick frown appeared on Helen's face. She shifted uncomfortable, hugging her arms across her chest.

This time I was sure I saw her eyes flicker down to my crotch for just a second. I felt myself start to sweat again. I wasn't sure what she was up to. I was positive that she recognized me from the other night.

"Look, Chris. I...I'm not sure how to say this."

Oh god, I thought. Here it comes. She's going to blackmail me or tell me she's going to turn me into the police for indecent exposure, or something like that. I braced myself.

She bit her lower lip for a second before continuing.

"Look, it's not my business but...I think your girlfriend is cheating on you."

I stood there, stunned for a second. She took my silence for shock.

"Hey, look" she said, reaching out and touching my arm. "You seem like a really nice guy - I mean, no one I ever dated would spend all of their time every weekend taking care of MY house! I wouldn't have said anything otherwise...but..."

She looked down.

"If I were ever in your position I'd want to know. So I thought I should tell you."

My mind was racing. It had to be Justin, of course, but how...

"How..." I said, immediately cursing myself for acting so stupidly.

She looked up, an apologetic look on her face.

"I go for walks a lot, in the evening and sometimes late at night. It helps me relax and I sleep better. Anyways, I noticed there was often another car in her driveway, which of course I didn't think anything of. But last week..."

She paused again, and reached out again to touch my arm.

"I'm sorry...last night I saw a guy leave her place around midnight. They uh...well they kissed and..kinda made out for a while in her doorway before he got in his car. The same car I see there all the time. Mostly at night."

Uh oh. This wasn't good. The last thing I wanted was for Amber to be hated by the whole neighborhood if people started gossiping.

Helen looked at me pityingly. I think she took my silence for more shock.

"Hey, why don't you come to my place and I'll make us a cup of coffee?" She suggested. "I'm sure you're devastated and I'm here to talk about it if you want."

I was weighing all my options quickly. I needed time to think of something.

"Uh...yeah. That's nice of you...I mean, yes that would be great. Thank you."

She smiled briefly.

"Great." She patted me gently on the shoulder for a second and then we started walking slowly down the street towards her house.

"How long have you lived here?" She asked. We started chatting about the neighborhood and the city while my mind was working overtime for a story. By the time she invited me into her house I had an idea that seemed like my best option.

"Let me put on a shirt and then I'll get us something to drink."

She disappeared upstairs for just a second, returning with a shirt on over her jog bra.

Helen busied herself with preparing two cups of coffee while I looked around her kitchen. There were pictures of her and her husband and their two kids along with some random family and friends.

"Here you go." She handed me a cup of steaming coffee and we sank down into their kitchen table chairs.

"Sorry it's a bit of a mess" she laughed, waving her hand around to indicate the whole house. "It's tough to keep it organized with kids running around."

I nodded. I could imagine.

"Now" she said, leaning forward and putting her hand on mine. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I tried to force an easy laugh.

"You're so kind Helen, really, but...I think you might have the wrong idea."

She tilted her head and gave me a pitying look again.

"Chris, I know what I saw. She was definitely making out with a young handsome guy."

Ouch. She didn't have to add the word handsome, I thought.

"Yeah...I know. That's Justin."

She looked at me with an eyebrow arched.

"Justin?"

"Yeah" I said, taking a quick sip of my coffee for courage. "Uh...Amber and I...we have an open relationship."

Helen sat back, clearly surprised.

"Oh...but...oh wow. Ok." She shook her head.

"I guess I've heard of that, but...I mean, I just don't understand it."

I shrugged.

"Yeah I know it's...different. But it works for us."

This seemed to be the best way to explain our unusual situation in a way that Helen might understand, and would also explain anything odd she might see in the future.

"An open relationship, huh?"

I nodded.

She shook her head.

"Look Chris. I...uh..." She was clearly uncomfortable. "I saw you, the other night...outside your house. I was in the car."

I sat back. Here it comes. Now she was going to tell me that she sent the photo to the cops.

"And...I know what I saw. You were wearing a...you were wearing a chastity cage."

She said the last few words quickly, as if embarrassed to be saying that. She bit her lower lip nervously.

I started to protest but she held up her hand.

"I know what I saw, Chris. I saw one before in a video..." She blushed suddenly, realizing what she was admitting to. "I mean, I saw one before." She amended.

"Uh...yeah..." I said, feeling my voice quiver slightly. Where was this going?

"So...how can you be in an open relationship when you...when your thing is locked up?"

Shit. I hadn't seen this coming.

She took a slow sip of her coffee and looked at me with raised eyebrows, waiting for me to respond.

I studied my hands on the table for a second before looking up at her.

"Uh...it's...well, it's open for her. Not for me."

Her blue eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Wait, what??"

"Yeah...so...she has some guys that she sees. But I'm faithful to her." That was true, in a fashion.

Helen blinked.

"Is that even a thing? Like in real life? Oh my god. Why would you let her treat you like that?" She was looking at me with a strange mix of doubt and curiosity. "Like...what's in it for you?"

Oh boy.

"I'm going to need a second cup of coffee for that one." I gestured to my empty cup.

"Oh sure" Helen said, quickly rising. "Me too. Just a sec."

She poured a couple of fresh cups from the pitcher. I noticed she gave me a funny glance from across the room before sliding back to her seat and handing me a steaming cup. I took another sip appreciatively.

"Thanks. Ok so this is pretty complex, I guess."

"I'm listening" She curled her hands under her chin and propped her elbows on the table, ignoring her coffee for the moment.

I didn't think she needed to know everything about the chores and money, so I quickly came up with an edited version of the truth.

"So...I sort of enjoy it when Amber's...unfair to me."

"Like mean?"

"I guess so, yeah. But it's more than that. I do a lot of things for her, like you noticed the yard work and stuff. I also do all of her laundry and clean her house, do her shopping...things like that. And in return...well she sleeps with other guys, and for some reason that is really hot to me."

"Well that definitely does sound unfair" She said with a slight smile. "And the chastity cage?"

I swallowed. This was going to be difficult.

"Uh...so she doesn't actually sleep with me."

Helen's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"I thought you said she was your girlfriend?"

"Yeah...well sort of I guess."

"So why doesn't she sleep with you?"

Oh boy, I thought again.

"I'm...oh god this is embarrassing."

Helen finally took a sip of her coffee, watching me the whole time. She didn't say anything. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I'm bad in bed."

I didn't hear anything so I opened my eyes cautiously. Helen was still just staring at me but I saw her lips twitch slightly.

"So...Amber doesn't want to sleep with me."

Helen shook her head.

"That's...that's crazy. So because, as you say, you're bad in bed, she locks up your dick and sleeps with other guys?"

I nodded glumly.

"Yeah...that's basically it."

"But that....that's crazy."

She stared at me for a second, organizing her thoughts.

"Ok...so tell my why you like that."

"That's fairly simple, I think. I want her to be happy. In all ways, I guess. So I do everything I can to make her life easier. But also I guess sexually."

This was a super strange conversation to be having with someone I just met, I thought briefly. But I also felt oddly comfortable with Helen. She was so kind and went out of her way to invite me in for coffee when she thought she broke the news to me that my girlfriend was cheating on me. I felt like she was a good person and I could tell her anything.

"Ok - talk about that" She said. "The sexual part."

"She isn't interested in...well..." I glanced down at my crotch, feeling my cheeks burn with shame. "But I want her to be satisfied, so...I'm happy that she can get what she needs from other guys."

Helen shook her head again.

"Crazy" She repeated, for what seemed like the tenth time. But she had a thoughtful look on her face.

"I mean, I guess I understand it now, from your perspective. And I guess the chastity thing makes it what...more unfair to you or something?"

I nodded. She did sort of get it.

"Yeah that's right. But there's more to it than that."

She had her hands under her chin again.

"Ok. Tell me about it."

"So Amber sleeps with other guys...a lot." I suppressed a groan at the thought. "And I can't even...you know."

She nodded.

"So that's about the most unfair thing I can think of."

Helen nodded again.

"But also, when I'm locked I get really...uh desperate I guess?"

"Horny" Helen said, with a slight smile.

I smiled back.

"Yeah. Horny. And that makes me more...eager to please her I guess? And to do things for her and be around her."

"Huh." Helen sat back and thought for a few seconds.

"Ok. I think I understand it now. At least in theory. It sounds like some sort of feedback loop. And you're happy with this arrangement? I mean, I can see what's in it for her." She laughed.

"Yes, Helen. I'm extremely happy. I've had a really crazy last few weeks but it's been fantastic and I wouldn't trade a minute of it."

She smiled.

"That's awesome. And...the chastity thing is pretty important in all of this?"

I nodded.

"Huh."

She seemed to be considering something for a few seconds.

"Can I...." She swallowed. "Can I see it?"

My mouth dropped open.

"I mean...I know it's weird. But I guess I've already seen it...I just want a better look." She looked at me nervously with her pretty blue eyes.

"Look...my husband...I know he likes this stuff. I've seen porn with naked guys with chastity cages on his laptop. He's asked me to tie him up and stuff before. He even hints sometimes about...wishing I had other options. I just...never really understood what it was about I guess."

She absently took a strand of her blond hair and twisted it in her fingers.

"You've been really open with me, Chris and I appreciate it. And I feel I can talk to you about this stuff. In fact, you may be the only person I can really talk to about it."

She paused for just a few seconds.

"Sex with my husband isn't that great these days. I guess he's what you'd call a minuteman. And...." She held up her thumb and index finger about two inches apart.

I smiled shyly.

"Uh...I guess...I can relate."

She gave me a slight smile back.

"I figured. I mean, I saw your cage the other night."

I grimaced and Helen gave a small laugh and patted my hands.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No...it's ok" I said.

Her expression changed and she looked down with a frown on her face.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this but I've thought so much about cheating on him for the last year or so. I mean..." She sighed heavily. "It's been a really long time since I was fucked properly."

I sat silently, unsure what to say.

She looked up.

"He does other stuff...I mean, he's pretty good with his hands and..." Her cheeks reddened slightly "His mouth. But sometimes..." She looked down at her hands. "Sometimes it's just not enough."

She looked up and met my gaze.

"But maybe...I don't know, maybe the answer is right in front of me. Maybe I can give him what he wants. I've watched the videos he no doubt jerks off to." She curled her lips in disgust. "And maybe I can get what I want at the same time."

My eyes widened.

"You're thinking of locking your husband up."

Helen nodded tentatively.

"Which is way I need to see yours."

"Uh...are you sure?"

She nodded again, more certain this time.

I slowly stood up from the kitchen table. Helen's eyes were fixed on my crotch.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

"Are you sure?" I asked for one last time.

"Yes please, Chris."

I exhaled and slid my pants and underwear down.

"Jesus there it is" Helen breathed. "Hold up your shirt."

It felt beyond weird to be standing with my pants pulled down in front of a stranger, in her kitchen in the middle of the day. I glanced at the wall nearby where there was a large photo of her hugging her husband in front of a waterfall in some tropical place.

She pulled her chair closer.

"It's so small."

I groaned.

"Do they come in different sizes?"

"Yes. You have to measure and order a custom size."

Helen stifled a laugh behind her hand.

"That's so...demeaning. But it makes sense. Dicks come in all different sizes."

She reached out and tapped a fingernail on the steel tube. I started to feel blood swelling my trapped dick.

"Feels solid. Is it heavy?"

"Not really."

She nodded.

"How does it stay on?"

"Uh...this ring here behind my balls...I can't really slide it off. And this model is...extra secure."

Helen looked up at me inquisitively.

"This part here..." I touched the tip of the cage, where a small steel rod protruded from the end of my penis.

She gasped.

"Wait...is that...is that going through your urethra?"

I nodded.

"Fuck!"

"It makes it impossible to...pull out. It's completely secure."

"Oh I like the sound of that."

She reached out again and held the tube between her fingers. She lifted it up.

"Ok I see how the ring part works now. I kind of like this honestly, Chris. It's like jewelry for your penis."

She laughed and let go of the cage, letting it flop down. I shuddered and felt the familiar ache start as my dick continued in vain to struggle in its cage.

She sat back.

"Ok thank you, Chris."

I reached down and pulled up my underwear and pants.

"So how do I go about getting one?" She said, somewhat eagerly.

I sat back down and took a sip of my rapidly cooling coffee. My mouth was dry for some reason.

"Uh...well they're custom made, like I said. Dr. Latham is the maker - I think she designs them and handles the customers and her husband actually manufactures them."

Helen nodded. She grabbed her phone off the table and typed something. She absently twisted her hair around her finger again as she waited for a second, her face lit up from the light of her phone screen.

"This?" She said, turning the phone around.

She had come to a website, with a banner at the top reading "Dr. Eleanor Latham Chastity Devices." A subheading proclaimed "When absolute security is a must." Strangely, I had never thought to look for the website. Actually, I probably wasn't allowed to, if it had any pictures of nude people on it, I thought.