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My wife asked about the flowers when she got home, and I fought off a stammer and a blush as I told her about the neighbour’s visit. I’d destroyed the note by now, so I just said that he seemed nice, that he said he was married and that he and his wife lived next door. “Oh that’s so nice,” she said. She took it as a good sign that we’d chosen well with this house and street. We had moved here following her latest job opportunity, so it was the whole city that was new to us, and we’d relied on online research and a trusted realtor to help us out in finding a place to settle. She was going to be making a lot more money than she had before, so we had found ourselves looking for a whole new class of homes. I had been working freelance for years, so not only was any location good for me, but now we’d had the budget for a place with a proper home office.“Yes, and they said they’d have us over for dinner or something, once we got settled.”“That’s great. I’m already looking forward to it!”We settled into a nice and productive evening, and I tried to push my thoughts of my new neighbour to the back of my mind. I’d gotten a lot done, after my online adventures in the morning, and the house was feeling more like home with every hour.In bed that night, I found myself wondering more about him. What was his story? Was he someone to worry about, to fear, setting out to ruin me? Without any concrete reason, I didn’t quite think so, but I could only wait and find out.I wondered about the wife he’d mentioned. Would she know about all this, and about me? Was he keeping secrets like I was? I drifted into sleep with more questions than answers. The next morning, bursa escort I got up with Cheryl, thinking about establishing a new, workday routine, and fixed her a light breakfast as she got dressed and ready for work. For a moment, I had a flash of fear, wondering if she’d notice that a pair of her panties were missing — knowing that they were still drying after I’d washed them after cumming into them. The thought was in my mind only, it seems, as she didn’t say a word when she came downstairs, looking professional and sexy. In no time at all, I was again sending her off with a kiss and a smile, while I started to plan out my own day. I planned to spend about half the day on the house, and the rest getting back to my own work. My plans went out the window quickly however, as it seemed as soon as her car pulled away and I headed back into the house to start, there was a knock at the door.I answered and found him standing there once again, smiling.“Dressed a little more conservatively today?” he teased. “Or have I just come by too early?”“No. I mean… I wasn’t planning on any of that today.”“I think you should invite me in, and then we can discuss how a lot of your plans might be changing.”I swallowed deeply and invited him into the living room. He took a seat and seemed to make himself at home. I sat across from him on the sofa. “First of all, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Liam. I really am glad to meet you, and very happy that fate has brought you to me. I couldn’t quite believe my good fortune, having the universe deliver you to me like this. As you may have guessed, I am a Dominant, and I also happen to be bisexual. bursa escort bayan There is really not much I enjoy more than taking command of nervous, submissive little sissies like yourself.”He paused, looking around, as though giving me time to take in his words. “I want to make something clear. I’m going to take good care of you. It isn’t in my best interest to ruin your life or to break up your marriage. It is much more fun and useful to me to have you right here, next door, at my beck and call. The work you need to do to keep your sexy, naughty little secret is only going to make you a better submissive for me, isn’t it?”My mouth felt parched when I went to speak, so I just nodded. “Good girl. I think it is about time that we got to know each other better, but first I think you should be properly dressed. Why don’t you rush upstairs, get out of these boring boy clothes and get into a nice pair of stockings, along with pretty panties and a nice bra. You looked so slutty yesterday, and I’d like to see that close up and in person.”I hesitated, looking at him with pleading in my eyes. “Can’t we just… I don’t know… talk this over?”He looked at me sternly.“Don’t mistake my kindness. I do not want to ruin your life or cause problems between you and your wife, but that does not mean that I will not do what I have to, to ensure your proper obedience. So don’t keep me waiting too long.”His voice and expression was clear and firm, and I rushed upstairs to comply, heart pounding.As I stripped down and selected the items to wear, I couldn’t quite believe this was really happening. On one hand, there was a man downstairs who was essentially escort bursa a stranger to me who had stumbled upon my deepest, most humiliating and closely guarded secrets, and he was using them to threaten and control me. I couldn’t avoid or hide from him, or simply disappear into the online aether, as he lived right next door to me. The situation put my whole life at risk.On the other hand, I had searched for years to find someone who would understand these submissive, sissy kinks and desires of mine. Dreaming of that someone firm and dominant, controlling and demanding, who would push me past my fears and limits, to make me his property and plaything. Could it really be that such a man just happened to be waiting for me downstairs at that moment? My body seemed to believe so, as I had to stretch the panties over a raging erection.When I was dressed as he had instructed, I made my way back downstairs. He was standing in the living room, looking around and some of the items we’d unpacked so far, including our wedding photo which we’d propped up on the mantle over the fireplace.“Good girl, very good girl,” he said, smiling. I felt my face warm and redden.“Give me a slow spin… Let me have a good look at you.”I stood there, in my own living room, and I turned about slowly, feeling the strangeness of my stocking-clad toes in the softness of the rug. His eyes felt heavy on me. “Not bad. Not bad at all. Some areas to work on, but we will get to all that in time.”He sat back down, and I moved to return to the sofa as well.“No, no, no,” he chided me. “Some ground rules. When we are alone, you will obey as a proper sissy slut should, and that means no pets on the furniture. You will kneel on the floor near my feet.”“Uhm… yes, okay.”“That leads me to another thing. When we are alone, you will refer to me as Master.”“Yes, Master,” I replied, and I slid down to my knees.
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