Neighbors Ch. 24

I hesitated. I couldn't make myself do it.

"Well? Would you?"

I groaned and closed my eyes, and let out a single pathetic bark. I knew that was the answer Amber wanted - and she wouldn't stop humiliating me until she got it.

Sarah wasn't able to contain a fresh round of laughter, and Amber joined in. Claire tore her eyes off of Justin's shoulders and chest and looked down at my pityingly.

Amber's eyes flashed as she looked down at me triumphantly.

"Good dog. Good doggie." She reached down and scratched my head approvingly. She glanced over at Claire.

"Now be a good little doggie and tell me - does Claire have her hand on my property?"

I heard a gasp and Claire snatched her hand away from Justin's crotch.

"Uh...I..." She stammered, clearly embarrassed.

Amber laughed and held up her hands.

"Don't worry - I can't really get mad about that after last night. I was just curious. Do you mind Justin?"

He was looking guiltily across the table at Amber, also clearly worried about getting caught with another girl's hand on his cock.

"Umm...I...I don't know?" He said, clearing his throat nervously.

Amber waved her hand.

"Grope away. My house is your house. My toys are your toys. Within reason." She gave a wink to Claire and took a slow deliberate sip of her coffee.

"Uh, no...it's ok" Claire said, still clearly embarrassed. She pressed both of her hands tightly into her own lap.

Sarah broke in, changing the subject.

"So, what's the agenda for the day, girls? I don't have any clients until later in the afternoon."

Amber answered as she spread butter on her toast.

"Well, I thought us gals would take a drive in my new car."

I swallowed. Her new car. The car that, until yesterday evening, belonged to me. My beautiful BMW sports car.

Claire brightened visibly.

"Oh. My. God. That would be amazing!" She clapped her hands excitedly, clearly over her embarrassment.

Sarah brightened as well.

"That would be awesome!"

Amber nodded.

"Well, Justin has some homework to do, right?"

He nodded glumly.

"And puppy here is going to have a nice long list of chores to keep him out of trouble, aren't you?"

I lowered my head and let out a groan.

"I'm sorry...I didn't understand that" Amber's hand found it's way to my ear and gave it a painful tug. I winced, and let out a single ridiculous bark.

"That's what I thought."

I watched as she took a deliberate bite of her toast, and then held it down in front of me. I felt my stomach rumble at the smell of the bread and butter. I hadn't eaten anything since earlier yesterday.

"Come on doggie...eat up" She said, taking a sip of coffee with her left hand and focusing on Claire and Sarah.

"So where would you girls like to go?"

The conversation continued above me as I tentatively took at bite of the toast. It tasted amazing and my stomach rumbled again. I took another bite, wolfing down the buttered bread voraciously. I moaned as my cock rebelled again in its cage. Amber's humiliating treatments always seemed to have this mysterious effect on my dick. I caught her glancing down at me with a smug expression as I licked the last few crumbs off of her fingers.

"Good boy. Good doggie" she whispered as she patted my head.

A second later, her hand was in front of me again, this time held open. In her palm was a small amount of scrambled eggs. Oh god.

I buried my face in her hand, licking and gulping down the food. Underneath my panties my caged cock was aching terribly now, swelling and pulsing painfully. I moaned in a combination of pain and terrible frustration. I could practically feel cum building up in my testicles, ready to explode in an intense and mind altering long-awaited orgasm. But the steel tube literally crushed that possibility, leaving me gasping and trembling nuzzling Amber's hand as I fed. I licked the last bit off her hand, and she fed me a second handful. I knew she could see my body trembling on desperate arms and legs. I felt like my cock was literally going to explode in frustration. I didn't know what was coming over me - perhaps the insane events of the last day were finally being processed.

Amber bent down and whispered in my ear.

"I see you shaking...is my little doggie frustrated?"

I heard myself whine despite myself. I was a quivering mass of need at this point. I didn't care about my pride or who might hear me.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that."

Her breath felt hot against my ear.

I let out a single quiet bark.

She chuckled, and placed her hand on me. It ran in downward strokes down my back.

"Oh I just know you're so so frustrated now. I'm sure if feels like this just can't go on, doesn't it?"

I barked, not caring if Claire or Sarah or even Justin heard.

"Well, the thing is..." She paused and deliberately touched the tip of her tongue to my ear. I shivered violently. In my current state the tip of her tongue caused an electric shock to ripple through me. "...the thing is...its only been three weeks. You have SOO much longer to go before we can even think about getting this cage off of you."

I shuddered again, this time from the effect of her soft voice.

She was right. I had only been locked up for a few weeks, with a minimum of five months plus before the cage could be removed. I didn't know how I was going to possibly stand the rest of today, much less months.

"That's right" Amber continued, still whispering in my ear. "I mean, five months is the earliest I could let you out. But there's no guarantee I'll do it then. Or ever."

I squeezed my eyes shut. I was still trembling uncontrollably on my hands and knees. I couldn't imagine a future where my dick was permanently caged and controlled, but that seemed like where I was headed. My dick was throbbing painfully, as hard as I've ever felt it in the chastity cage. In whimpered again in sheer frustration as I felt a single tear squeeze out of my eye and start to roll down my cheek.

"Oh..." Amber gasped in surprise as she saw the tear, and quickly darted her tongue against my cheek, lapping up the bead of moisture.

"Hmmm..." she whispered, patting my head in approval. "Your tears taste so sweet to me. Were you thinking about being my permanently chaste little bank - locked in your little dick cage for the rest of your life?"

I whimpered again and nodded, not able to force even a bark through my tight throat.

She patted my head again and started stroking my back.

"It's ok puppy...it's ok. You need to get used to the idea at some point."

She paused for a second. I felt rather than saw three pairs of eyes watching us.

"I mean, I can't think of a single good reason why I'd ever unlock you."

"Shit..." Claire breathed. Through the haze of humiliation and frustration I was feeling, I noticed that Claire's hand had returned to Justin's package and was gripping it tightly, flexing her slender fingers around the visibly swelling log under his underwear.

I felt Amber shrug casually.

"If I think of a good reason one day, I'd consider it."

"Please...please..." I whispered coarsely, not even sure myself what I was pleading for.

"Aww...puppies are so cute when they beg" Sarah said, her smirk audible in her voice.

Amber was shaking her head. Her hair draped over my naked shoulders and I shuddered again at the intimacy of her touch.

"I'm sorry puppy...I don't understand you." She said, smugly. "Just take deep breaths...and try to calm down...calm..." Her words did have a strangely soothing effect, as her hand brushed down my back repeatedly. I took a deep breath and after a few seconds I was able to stop shaking. It took a while for my dick to get the message but eventually it too stopped trying to swell in its tight confinement.

"...such a good pup...good little doggie...that's better...that's a good dog. Nice and calm."

I dropped my head and let out a long breath.

I realized there was total silence in the room.

I looked up, apprehensively. All eyes were on Amber and I as she stroked my back and whispered soothingly into my ear, calming me down from what I guessed was some sort of physical manifestation of the intense sexual frustration that I had been feeling for weeks.

"Wow" Sarah breathed. "How did you learn how to do that?"

Amber chuckled, and with a last pat on my back, she settled back up in her chair.

"Oh, Dr. Latham told me that when you have a guy locked for a long time, it is almost inevitable that they have a sort of episode like this, where the need to have an orgasm gets so intense the frustration can sort of overwhelm them. She said the best thing to do is to talk them down and get them calm and relaxed, and they'll be good after a few minutes."

She looked down at me again.

"All better?"

I felt a little weak and realized I was sweating, but I felt like myself again.

I barked once.

"Bro, you're crazy" Justin said, shaking his head. I was vaguely impressed that he could speak normally with a tight grip on his cock. Claire was looking down at me again, with a thoughtful look. She cleared her throat.

"After the car ride, do you mind if I borrow Chris for a bit this afternoon?"

Amber laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"Borrow?"

Claire nodded.

"Yep. I was hoping to take him shopping, to complete his underwear collection."

Four pairs of eyes swiveled to my panty-clad rear.

"Oh god, it's funny but I had almost forgotten you were going to do that!" Amber said. "Sure! If he gets behind on his chores he can skip work and finish them up Monday."

I groaned.

Amber pushed back from the table and stood.

"Alright girls, let's go take my new car for a spin!"

She held up her phone and I felt the code that I now recognized as doggie mode tapped out against my testicles in electrical pulses. I tentatively rose to my feet. No shock.

Amber was already in the kitchen, where she had put the key to my...I mean her...new BMW last night. She snatched it off the counter and held it up to me with a smile as she slowly sauntered over to me. She looked sexy as hell and I couldn't take my eyes off of her body.

"Remember when this key used to be yours, bank?"

I realized I could talk again - no doggie mode.

"Yes miss" I said with a sigh, regretfully tearing my eyes off of her chest and focusing on the key she held out teasingly in front of me.

"Well banks don't deserve such nice cars. I look much better driving it than you do, don't you think?"

I felt my traitorous cock twitch and I winced, fearing another unstoppable wave of frustration like I experienced just seconds ago. How could Amber have talked me down so calmly only to work on getting me riled up again so soon?

"Yes miss" I said with a slight moan.

"Good bank" She patted me on the cheek.

"I think I'm going to make a new permanent chore for you. Your job is to keep my new car absolutely spotless and in perfect running condition. Without being told, and without me having to add it to any list. Understand?"

I groaned. My cock gave an even bigger twitch. She knew exactly what she was doing. I'd have to work to keep her car - the one she made me sell her for one dollar - pristine. And the whole time I was scrubbing and washing and taking care of the maintenance, I'd be constantly reminded that it used to belong to me. But now she was the one who got to enjoy it, and it just became another chore for me.

Amber was watching me intently. She seemed to relish in studying my expression as I understood the full meaning of her latest order. Her lips rose in a devilish smile as my face fell and I let out a small whimper.

"Got it? I see that you do." She patted my cheek again. "I don't want to see one blemish on the outside or inside of that car. I mean it."

I nodded, breathing out slowly. For some unknown reason my penis was rebelling again in its cage, and I felt a fresh wave of frustration wash over me. I tried to stay calm and relax as much as I could, but Amber simply stepped towards me, so close that I couldn't help but look down the deep V of her short robe. Her breasts were almost totally exposed, with only her nipples somehow covered by the V of the lapels.

"Eyes up here, bank" She said softly, forcing me to look into her deep brownish green eyes. She lifted her arms up and placed them casually on my shoulders. I shuddered as her right hand brushed the back of my head, roughing my hair gently. She leaned in further and I felt the firm soft pressure of her breasts against me. She whispered in my ear.

"I want that car looking like I just drove it off the lot. Always. Got it?"

I gulped and nodded, simultaneously reveling in and trying to ignore the pressure of her breasts against my naked chest. Her silken robe felt cool and soft and thin, and was the only thing between her perfect mounds and my skin.

I shuddered as she bit softly on my ear. Her breath tickled my neck.

"If there's a dead bug, or god forbid, bird shit on my car..."

My shudder turned into an involuntary gasp as her sharp teeth bit down hard on my earlobe. She whispered through clenched teeth, still grinding down on my ear.

"I'm going to hurt your balls so much you're going to wish you were born without them."

I clenched my fists and felt myself dance from foot to foot, trying to deal with the pain she was causing with her teeth.

"Yes miss" I said hurriedly, eager for her to let go.

The agonizing pressure went on for another few seconds. I heard myself whimper softly and ground my palms against my naked thighs.

"Please...please miss..." I begged. I was so much bigger than my beautiful tormentor. I knew I could simply shove her away from me. But for some reason the idea of raising a finger against Amber was more repellent than enduring whatever torture she was dishing out. Besides, I wasn't sure part of my ear wouldn't go with her, with the grip she had on me.

After what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds, her grip on my ear relented and I groaned with relief. She stepped back and I saw that she was smiling.

"You can start by giving it another wash and detail when we get back from our ride today. I left you your chore list on the counter as usual. Get these dishes cleaned up and you can get started. You'd better be on your game today. You remember how much each mistake costs you now."

After the girls left, I cleared the dishes and got started on my chore list. I couldn't find any of my clothes from last night, only the panties Claire had brought for me, so I didn't have any choice but to work in my new feminine underwear. Luckily, Justin left before the girls so I was alone.

First on the list was cleaning her room. I groaned. If history was any guide, her room would be a disaster after a night with Justin. Sure enough, the bed was a mess. The sheets had completely pulled off of the mattress and lay in various heaps around the floor. There were stains on the sheets that I tried to avoid looking at or touching, and there were torn condom wrappers everywhere. I counted five. Several of the used condoms had ended up in the trash can next to the bed, but I pulled one out of the bed sheets, and another one was in the corner. I gingerly picked these up and dropped them in the trash with the others.

I gathered up the sheets and immediately started a wash cycle. I added in a few loose clothes that I saw lying around the floor. There was a pair of panties lying next to the bed that I recognized from the small glimpses I caught last night as she was dancing. My hands shook slightly as I picked them up. I resisted for a brief second, but raised them and buried my face in them.

I could smell her body for sure, plus a fair amount of sweat. She had been dancing in these for at least an hour last night as I watched from the corner of the living room. There was another smell too - muskier and darker. Her pussy. I felt a fresh round of blood rush to my penis and groaned as my aching member pulsed painfully. After one more deep breath, I busied myself with gathering some other items that needed to be hand washed and placing them near the sink in the laundry room.

I remembered something Claire said last night, and somewhat guiltily snuck back into her room and opened Amber's panty drawer. I had been doing her laundry for weeks, so I had of course been in here before, but this felt different somehow. I suppose because I wasn't doing a specific chore related to her lingerie. I hadn't noticed just how deep and large her panty drawer was until I started to reach in and pull out pairs. She expected me to fold all of her panties and organize them by type and color, so I took great care to move them carefully to her bed.

I recognized many pairs that I had bought her a couple weeks ago when she took me to the lingerie shop, where we first met Claire. There were also some pairs that were obviously a bit older, but not many. However, I was taken aback by the sheer number of incredibly expensive and luxurious panties that seemed brand new, or never worn. I lifted out handful after handful of the finest lace and silk panties I have ever seen. I hadn't washed these before - they were brand new. Blanching, I laid them all out on the bed and counted.

Amber had forty five pairs of panties. I couldn't believe it. Claire had told me this morning that I would be buying as many pairs as Amber had, but I had absolutely no idea it was this many! They must have come courtesy of the painful deal Amber had struck on my behalf with Ms. Sutton, to provide her with expensive custom-fit clothes at my expense in exchange for Ms. Sutton...letting out some stress...on me on a weekly basis. I slapped my palm against my forehead. Of course Claire would know if Amber got a massive amount of lingerie in - Amber would have told her and probably showed off her collection to her. I realized Claire had cleverly tricked me into buying a massive amount of lingerie, thus padding her commission. Groaning at what this afternoon's shopping trip might cost me, I got to work on the rest of the list.

An hour or so later I heard music blasting as Amber's BMW pulled into the driveway. The quiet house was invaded by noise as the three girls entered, chatting excitedly. I looked up from where I was carefully folding Amber's laundry in the open space of the living room.

Amber was wearing one of her trademark sundresses - the innocent looked somewhat spoiled by the extremely low cut front and high hem that exposed her thighs. Sarah had a crop top over her yoga pants, and Claire was wearing a black miniskirt with white blouse and heels, definitely the most over dressed of the three. She looked like she was dressed for work, actually. I was acutely aware that I was naked except for my black panties.

The girls barely acknowledged me as they poured themselves glasses of water and continued chatting about the car while milling about the kitchen. After a minute or so Claire wandered out to the living room and eyed me appraisingly.

"Are you at a stopping point with your chores?"

She didn't bother to try to keep the amusement from her voice.

I looked down at floor. There were only a few items left to be folded. I'd have to do all of the ironing later.

"Yes" I said, glancing back up at Claire. I tried to avoid looking at her legs or the small swell of her breasts under her relatively innocent looking white blouse.

"Except..." I glanced over at the kitchen where Amber and Sarah were deep in conversation. Feeling my eyes on her, Amber turned slightly and flashed me a small grin. She nodded her head to where the car keys rested on the counter and then turned back to Sarah, laughing at something her friend said.

"Uh...I need to wash Amber's car first" I said, looking down at my hands in embarrassment.

Claire let out a laugh.

"I almost forgot. Ok. Hm."