Neighbor Girl

My master wants me to jump ahead to 'more interesting' events; I can come back to describe the rest of my first week with my master later.  Just going back and thinking of it has made me realize how much I've changed, how much the world seemed to have shifted from under me.  I was such an innocent, not seeing what was all around me, what was in me.  Now, I see how men's eyes are drawn to me and my friends, how our bodies, our clothes, our posture, our every movement draws them in, promises them things, dirty, nasty, sexy things.  I feel the maddening lust, the unbridled desire, that lurks just beneath the surface at my school, at the mall, seemingly everywhere I look.  I see how I use it, how Kaley uses it, how all my friends use and are used by this hidden passion, consciously, unconsciously, spawning vortexes of frustrated need around us as we move through the world.

 

It was exactly a month after my master had first taken me, and a week until my freshman year in high school started.  For thirty nights I had been taken, used, abused at his whim.  I had done things, felt things,  I hadn't thought possible.  My body ached all the time, in a dreamy, distant kind of way, as if to remind me every moment of what I had done, and was going to do.  I was beginning to see the world around me differently, see how people reacted to me, how they looked at me, to see the lust in their eyes.  It made me act differently, more shy, more bold; I didn't even realize what I was doing, but Kaley noticed something, and kept pestering me about it.

 

That day we were laying by Mr. Cameron's pool after our morning practice (we were trying out for the Frosh cheerleading squad at our school) and Kaley started quizzing me about it again.

 

"Come on, tell me what's up."

 

"Nothing.  Nothing's up.  Why do you keep pestering me?"

 

"Come on.  You should know by now you can't lie to me.  Just tell me and I'll stop bothering you.  It's not nice to keep secrets from your best friend," she wheedled.

 

"..."

 

"Geez, it's not like I didn't see how you acted around that sales-guy yesterday.  You were practically begging him to jump your bones."

 

I quickly thought back, and realized she was talking about when we had been in Banana looking at tops, and one of the sales-guys had come over to help.  He was good looking, but was at least 20 years old.  Kaley had kept him around and flirted with him a bit; I hadn't said anything.

 

"Now way!  I didn't even speak to him.  You were the one flirting with him."

 

"Sure, but he barely looked at me.  He was too busy checking you out.  Hell, the way you were leading him on I though he was going to jump you right in the store."

 

"I wasn't playing him!  I wasn't doing anything."  I remembered, though, how he had looked at me, and how it had made me flush and look at my feet, thoughts of what he might want to do to me, brutal, violent, painful things, flashing through my mind as I stood there and Kaley chatted him up.

 

"Sure, sure.  Whatever."

 

It was quiet for a while before she started in again.

 

"It's just that I've noticed, in the past few weeks, that every guy we've come across looks at you like your a nice, juicy steak."

 

"Jealous much?"

 

"Bullshit.  You don't have some secret boyfriend you're not telling me about, do you?"

 

"No!  You're with me practically every day all day.  When would I have time?"

 

"Nobody's, you know, taking advantage of you, in that way, are they?"

 

"Come on Kaley.  Nothing is going on.  Please just drop it."

 

She dropped it, but then said, "You're lying.  It's not nice."

 

I could tell that she was mad at me, but there wasn't anything I could do.

 

She went inside to get a drink a bit later, and didn't come out for a while.  I figured that she might be sulking in the kitchen, and was shocked when she came running out of the house and grabbed my arm.

 

"Come on!  Come on!  You've got to see what I've found."

 

She dragged me inside.  I was willing to go along with her, since I didn't want to make her madder, but found her leading me upstairs to Mr. Cameron's bedroom.

 

"Kaley, we aren't supposed to be in here; Mr. Cameron will get mad.  He might even stop letting us use his pool."

 

"Don't be such a baby.  You've got to see this."

 

When she opened the door, my eyes took in the room in one glance; for all the time I had spent over at his house, I had never been upstairs, and never been in his bedroom.  It was a standard bedroom, with a dresser, two nightstands, a closet in the wall with sliding, mirrored doors, and a king-sized bed in the middle of the room.  What shocked me was what was on the bed.

 

Kaley had clearly pulled a storage bin from floor of the closet and lifted it onto the bed.  It was open, and I saw cuffs and belts and a leather hood of some sort, and those were only on the top.  Kaley practically leaped onto the bed, kneeling next to the bin, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she dug around among Mr. Cameron's sex toys.

 

"Check this out," she crowed, holding up a leather hood.  It was black, made of soft leather, with a strap covering they eyes and another one going around the back of the head and under the chin.  Another strap went around the neck, with buckles obviously meant to allow the hood to be tightened.  A ringed hole was open where the mouth would be.

 

She tossed it on the bed and pulled out a studded paddle, with holes in it.

 

"Kinky."

 

She dug into the bin again and came up with a pair of cuffs.  Kaley was in heaven, practically bouncing on the bed as she dug through his stuff. 

 

"He's into some nasty games.  I wonder if he likes to be tied up or to do the tying?"

 

"Come on, we shouldn't even be here.  Let's go," I begged.

 

She ignored me, and pulled out a large dildo with balls and all, giggling as she started masturbating it.  "What a dirty old perv.  Now I'm mad at him too.  He won't even look at me and here he's got all this pervy stuff here."  She pouted and looked at me.  "Come here.  Come on, come over here."

 

"Please Kaley, let's leave."

 

"I want to try something first.  Come here."  Butterfly's were running through my stomach as I gave in, like I always do, whenever Kaley really wanted something.  I didn't want to be here, in Mr. Cameron's room.  I was scared that Kaley would find out about us, that Mr. Cameron would be mad and not want me, that he would tell my father, that things would go really, really bad.

 

"Sit down.  Come on, sit down.  Now try this on."  She held out the hood to me and I recoiled.

 

"No!  Let's go!"  I stood up.

 

"I'm staying until you try this on.  Come on, I just want to see what it looks like."

 

I gnawed at my lower lip, knowing that she would, that she would sit there for hours, playing with his stuff, until he came home and found her.  God, I didn't want that. 

 

"Okay, okay."  I sat down on the bed in trepidation while she grinned like a monkey and scooted over to me, the hood in her hands.  It went on easily, a little too large for me.  She quickly tightened the neck strap and I was blind, pads pressing softly against my eyes, any sound muffled by pads against my ears.  My breathing quickened as she tightened the straps around my eyes and the back of my head until I was snuggly cocooned in the hood.

 

It was a weird sensation, to be sitting on a bed in my bathing suit wearing a leather hood, blind, sound muffled.  I felt exposed, and crossed my arms over my bikini top, hiding my breasts, glad I was wearing boy-short bottoms instead of a bikini bottom.  My mind swirled.  I wanted it off; the humiliation of being so exposed, so helpless in the hood made my skin burn, and I was terrified that Kaley would see what it was doing to me.

 

"God Amy, if I didn't know it was you under there, I would have no idea."

 

"Can I take it off now, please?"  I don't know why I asked.  I could have taken it off myself without help.  It had just always been that way with Kaley.

 

"Just wait a second.  One second."  I heard her move around, digging through the bin, and then I felt her at my neck, and heard a click.  "There we go."

 

"What did you do?"

 

"Oh, I just attached a leash to the strap around your neck.  It clips right under your chin."

 

"I'm done," I said, and reached up to take off the hood.  What happened next happened so fast I was stunned.  A sharp jerk on the leash unbalanced me, dragging me onto my hands and knees onto the floor.  Then it felt like she had stepped on the leash near my head because my face was yanked hard by the neck onto the floor, the rest of my body flattening in sympathy, leaving me laying on my stomach on the ground.

 

I started to struggle when I felt her straddling my lower back and grab at my right wrist.

 

"Kaley!  What the...OWWW!" I yelled as she twisted my arm behind my back and I felt familiar sensation of my wrist being circled by a cuff.

 

"Stop it!  What are you doing!?" I shrieked as she grabbed me by my other wrist as I twisted and struggled on the ground beneath her, trying to buck her off of me.  She was small, but Kaley was strong, and easily bound my other wrist.

 

There I was, a hood covering my head, my hands bound behind my back, my best friend, in her one-piece swim suit, straddling my lower back.  I had stopped fighting when my other wrist had been captured, and just lay there for a minute, my mind in a whirl.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked, my body registering every sensation it was undergoing.  My breasts pillowed under me, pressed hard against the hardwood of the bedroom; Kaley's thighs were warm against my sides, her weight heavy on my back; my wrists encased in soft leather, pinned against my back.  My heart raced at my helplessness, my near nudity, my complete physical domination by my best friend.

 

I felt her shift on top of me, and then she was speaking.  Her voice was hard, angry, hurt.

 

"You are going to tell me exactly what you are hiding from me.  I'm not kidding, Amy, you had better tell me right now."

 

"You freak!" I screamed, my voice shaking both with anger, fear, and a deep, dark lust I was trying to hide.  "Get off of me!"  I started struggling, writhing and bucking on the ground, trying to stand.

 

I felt her shift on top of me again, and then she was straddling my back backwards, with her head toward my feet.  Pain exploded through my ass and a sharp retort echoed through the room.  I screamed, and she beat my ass with something hard again and again, my body bucking and writhing beneath her, bruising myself on the hard hardwood floor as I struggled, shock and pain and humiliation and helplessness coursing through my body, dragging unwanted lust from deep within the pit of my stomach, a dark craving that I had to suppress before I began grinding myself against the floor like a bitch in heat.

 

"STOP!  STOP!, I'll tell you!  I'll tell you!"

 

She stopped, and I could hear her panting, and then she was off of me, helping me stand, my legs weak, my breathing heavy, my heart slowly calming.  I could feel her sit me down on the bed and sit down next to me.

 

"Tell me."

 

"Take off the hood first."

 

"Tell me, and then I'll take off the hood."

 

I paused, thinking hard, knowing that I was going to have to tell her something, and deciding to use the cover story that my master had given me.

 

"Ever since you showed me those pictures, you know, the ones with Brooke in them, I've been sneaking over here at night, you know, to use the computer, because mine is watched."

 

"And," she prodded me.

 

I swallowed audibly, "and, well, I've looked around the web for, you know, dirty stuff."

 

"You mean porn?"

 

"..."

 

"Porn?"

 

"Yes, porn.  And stories.  Nasty porn and stories.  And I touch myself, you know, to make myself feel good."  I was burning in humiliation and embarrassment underneath the hood, the pain in my ass still sending tendrils of lust through my body.

 

Kaley started laughing, and I was mortified.  I felt her move around and she was removing the hood and uncuffing me, saying, "You silly little twit!  That's your big, embarrassing secret!  That you wouldn't tell your best friend!  That you look at porn and frig yourself!  Jeez, you are so cute I could just eat you up!"

 

She was laughing and smiling and her eyes were ablaze with humor as she buzzed around the room putting all of Mr. Cameron's toys back while I sat there and watched her as if seeing her for the first time.

 

"I can't believe you were willing to risk our friendship over something so stupid."

 

"It wasn't stupid," I insisted, "and it wasn't any of your business."

 

She whirled on my, eyes hard, "Bullshit.  Here you are, acting all different, keeping secrets from me.  It hurt.  My best friend cutting me out of her life.  It really hurt, Amy."

 

"Well, you hurt my ass."

 

"You deserved it.  Now we're even.  Now let's get out of here before Mr. Kinky gets home."

 

I obediently followed her outside, back to the lounges beside the pool, Kaley insisting on my attention, acting as if that bizarre incident had never happened.  I realized then that that was how our relationship had always been:  whenever I had stepped out of line, done something in some way that Kaley didn't approve, Kaley had always jerked me back into line, taunting me and teasing me and badgering me until I did what she wanted. 

 

She was sitting across from me, holding my hands, looking at me earnestly.

 

"Come on Amy, it's no big deal.  I mean, I've been doing it since I was ten."  I was shocked, and it showed.  "That's right.  It feels good, so why not?  It's not like I'm hurting anybody, or being a slut or anything.  Just me and my porn and my fingers."  She grinned at me.

 

"You never told me."

 

"I never thought you would care.  I mean, you were always little miss innocent, even when all the boys would drool over you."

 

"They did not."

 

"Oh come on Amy.  Remember Tommy in seventh grade?  What do you think he was up to?  All he wanted was to get into your pants.  And Mike, and Jim?  And you were so clueless, and trusting.  If it weren't for me watching out for you you would have ended up like Becky, being passed all over the school."

 

"..."

 

"So, I figured that you didn't have any interest in any of that stuff, so I didn't tell you.  I figured that if you did have an interest, you would talk to me, your best friend, about it."

 

God, she was right about school.  I had never really thought about it before, had never thought of myself as especially desirable, but there had been a lot of boys circling around me, but there had always been Kaley, acid-tongued, quick-witted, tomboyish Kaley there to make them all look like fools, embarrassing them, keeping them away from me.  But Kaley, my Kaley, looking at porn and masturbating?  I was shocked, even though, in my situation, I knew I shouldn't be.

 

"Amy, I tell you what.  Why don't we have a sleepover tomorrow night at my place and I'll show you my stash?  It'll be fun.  We'll play truth or dare, and then we'll learn all of each others secrets."