Being Neighborly
Being host to the flu virus is not what I had in mind for my three-week break, but it is what it is. So instead of playing basketball by day and partying by night, I ended up spending a majority of my time off confined to my bed or couch snorting Zicam in an attempt to get better.
Luckily my neighbor, Sonia (left), was a true angel and helped nurse me back to health, a favor I paid back in full when I recovered.
Sonia is a fellow porn star, but her genre is Bondage & Discipline / Domination & Submission / Sadism & Masochism (BDSM), a fetish she developed after a rough child hood in northern Iowa.
She was married at seventeen to a man thirty-nine years old, who nitpicked her all the time. Here husband was the same age as her father. Both punished her for being “too sexy.”
Her father spanked her, and twice, when she was fifteen and had the body of a woman, stripped her and tied her to her bed face down to be beaten.
Her husband was a real dick; she couldn’t do anything right. She says she was scared of him, obeyed him diligently, even when he desired anal sex, which was painful for her.
She was with her husband two years, couldn’t take it, and got a divorce.
A sucker for older men, she almost immediately began living with a forty-eight year old man. He was her boss and the one who urged her to divorce and paid for it, taking it out of her wages as his secretary.
He used to demand she give him head during office hours, wouldn’t let her wear panties at work, and made her wear miniskirts.
He would always have his hand on her ass, and once took her into the men’s bathroom, locked the door, unbuttoned her blouse, made her blow him, then fucked her standing up, slamming her back against the stall door.
She grew afraid of him and after four months ran off to Los Angeles where she found her way into the BDSM movie scene, where she has been ever since.
I’m not as big into BDSM as Sonia is, but I do like to indulge ever now an again, which Sonia is more than delighted to share in, especially around the holidays.
Most people, especially lonely ones without families, crave companionship and pseudo love and affection during the holidays.
Sonia was no exception and for her domination and being treated like a slave, was the equivalent of love for her.
My fever broke the day after Christmas and by the end of the middle of the week my energy had returned and I knew Sonia would be expecting a late Christmas gift in return for her time as my nurse.
That Thursday evening I called her and told her to come over at once, she protested that she had a date. But I ordered her to come over and she agreed quite meekly.
When she arrived I ordered her to strip, then to make dinner. When I went into the kitchen, I found she had inserted a large carrot into herself.
“Are you marinating that?” I asked.
She feigned an embarrassed look.
I told her she was a bad girl for doing it and that she would be punished after dinner.
She said nothing and just continued working. I thought it would give her a chance to marinate that thought and get her wet.
After dinner I tied her hands over her head, then whipped her a few times with my belt. Then I blindfolded her, gagged her, and hit her a few more times.
It was really turning me on. Maybe it was her helplessness; her complete submission seemed to demand that I punish her.
My cock was rock hard and I quickly undressed and tired to screw her as she lay there blind and speechless, but it wasn’t right.
Angrily I took off her gag and asked her what her name was.
“Sonia…”
“No!” I said and hit her right across the bare breasts with the belt. She screamed, and then chocked it off.
“You have no name,” I said. “What is your name?”
“I…ow!” I hit her again.
“You have no name! What is your name!”
“Please-ow! It’s Sonia-oww! I…have no name…”
“What is your name?” I said, my hands kneading her breasts really roughly. I took hold of her nipples and pulled upward. She gasped.
“I have no name!”
“Who owns you?” I lifted her up and she bit her lip. The tip of my cock was touching her stomach and when I raised her it was in her pubic thatch.
I wanted to drive it right into her.
“Oh! I…”
I could tell she wanted to give the right answer, but simply didn’t know what it was. I felt powerful.
“I own you!” I said. “You do what I say! I am your master.”
“Yes…”
“Who are you?”
“I have no name,” she said quickly.
“I know that – who are you?” Her nipples were hard between my fingers and I pinched at them as I raised her again.
“I… please… oww! I’ll do whatever you want…”
“What are you?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be, I’m whoever you want me to be, oh, please!”
“Who owns you!”
“You do! You are my master!”
My hard on got even bigger. I took a handful of pubic hair and pulled upward. She bit her lip and sucked air.
“What are you!”
“I’m your slave!”
I took off the blindfold and untied her hands.
She went down on all fours before me and began kissing my feet.
She kissed her way up my legs until she reached my cock, which she began to suck with a look of blind, mindless adoration on her face.
I held her head tight and just jerked my hips into her several times and froze before blowing out the back of her head with what I had in me.
She took it, gulping it down greedily and making noises of gratification.
I loved it.
For the next week Sonia never left my apartment and never wore a piece of clothing.
If I gave her a smile or crooked my finger, she was on her hands and knees before me going to town on my cock.
Other times she would bring me my belt in her teeth, on her hands and knees.
She really brought out the sadist in me. It must be that “just asking for it” attitude.
I screwed her from the rear, screwed her while she was bound and gagged into a ball, pussy up. She knelt down in the shower and I pissed all over her as she quivered in glee.
By the end of our week together, my cock was so sore it hurt to get an erection and Sonia had gotten a urinary tract infection.
We both didn’t want it to end, but our bodies just couldn’t handle it anymore.
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