Interactions With The Neighbours

I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain; his “Cabinet of Curiosities” a true sadists delight.

It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I have converted into a hobby room, you will find at more about my hobbies later.

The garden is a dream and I spend hours in it. Mainly indulging in nude sunbathing.

By the way my name is Suzie.

I like my neighbours; Jane who is a single mother and her teen-aged children Zack and Stacy occupies the house to the right. Zack and Stacy are basically good kids, but they can give there mum a hard time.

Zack is clearly sweet on me. I am fairly certain that he watches me sun bathe from his bedroom window. He blushed when I gave him a pair of binoculars for his birthday.

He is fit and definitely presses some of the right buttons; Stacy however, is truly stunning and presses all of the right buttons many times over.

Jane brought her Zack around tonight; she had caught him spying on me though my window. She said she would leave him with me for a suitable punishment.

He was dressed only in his boxers, and while nervous, a bulge shows that he was very excited.

Once Jane had left I said to Zack

“Zack, remove the boxers,”

He blushed and said

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, it would be better for you if I can monitor the damage I am inflicting on your bum.”

He obeyed and I was really impressed by the size of his cock, which was now fully erect. I bent him over a table and secured his arms and legs to it. The punishment was going to be painful and I did not want a lot of movement on his part.

I began with a warm up spank, slapping one check then the other. By the time I had laid down a fifty, his bum a very nice shade of red. I then changed the pattern, three slaps to one cheek followed by three to the other, I repeated this a dozen times.

He made the mistake of saying it was not as bad as he had feared.

“I have only just began” was my reply.

I then began to administer blow after blow with a two pronged paddle in bursts of ten, rubbing his bottom between each burst, sixty of these left his bottom a deep shade of red and covered in angry welts.

He begged for me to finish.

“Zack, there is a caning still to come.”

Zack said he needed the bathroom; I produced a vase and said if he needed a pee he could use it, he clearly did as he halved filled it.

I decided we both need a rest, so I jerked him off. Stroking the whole length of his cock whilst kneading his very sore backside soon had the desired effect, his body tensed and a jet of cum hit me full in the face.

I finished with twenty-five strokes of a wicked cane. I made him count. Each cut brought about an immediately reaction. After ten he was screaming, that he could not take any more, I believed him, but still took my time administrating the next fifteen.

When the caning was finished, I took my time to masturbate him. I was stripped and I wanted to see how many times I could make him cum.

After the fifth time, I released him and let him finger me. He did this with a vigour born of pain and I soon squirted all over him. I then jerked him off once more.

By this time his cock was fairly red and we were both covered in sex. I did not let him clean himself up or to reclaim his boxer's.

I sent him home I the state he was in for sister to see.

An hour later my doorbell rang, as I was already in bed I answered it in the nude. When I opened the door Stacy produced a jug of her urine and pours it over my tits and pussy.

“Stacy, what the hell!”

“Suzie, I am really pissed off that you introduced Jack to your hobbies before me”

She then smiled and asked

“Have I been bad enough to deserve a harsh spanking?”

“Stacy, be careful what you wish for, because you will get it”

I stripped her out of the knickers and tee shirt, which she wore in bed.

Firstly I made her lick me and then lay her over my knee. The spanking was gentle at first and she complained that I was not being hard enough on her, so I built up the tempo and force of the smacks going from cheek to cheek.

Soon the tears began to flow but I just carried on. He cheeks were nicely red by now but I only stopped when they were a deep shade of crimson. I asked if she had had enough, no way she said.

I got her to lick me out before continuing the punishment. I treated her to a very hard session on one my wank machine and enjoyed the sound of her moaning.

“Stacy, its pussy whipping time.”

I enjoyed the flicker of anxiety passed over her face before she said

“Yes it is.”

I first shaved her; with her legs very well spread I attached clips to her pussy lips and then attaching the clips by cords to her feet.  This ensured that her pussy was very vulnerable to the whipping that was to follow.

I introduced her to my three-pronged paddle and then I began the punishment, each cut landed as desired, both pussy lips and her clit being struck.

After five cuts it was clear that a gag was necessary and after fifteen cuts I allowed her to piss into a vase before continuing. She received a total of thirty cut before I released her.

Then as an act of kindness I soothed the pain with my tongue. She seemed very appreciative of this kindness.

Zack and Stacy, who live next door, have already savoured what I have to offer. Once is never enough and they have pestering me to allow them to try out my hobby room. I must admit I am excited as they are by the prospect.

The opportunity has finally arisen. Their mother is going away on five-day conference. She considers Zack and Stacy to be old enough to be left on their own.

In fact they will be staying with me for seventy-two hours. We have been planning for a week now. Zack and Stacy have prepared cards stating the Sadomasochistic acts they with to indulge in. I have produced some extra cards of my own to add to the pile; the Sadomasochistic acts vary from quiet mild, too fairly severe. Part of the thrill of the long weekend is that they will not know when they will try out any given pastime or even if they will indulge in it all.

All I wanted in return was to spend the first night with Zack, the second with Stacy and the third with both of them. Of course there was also the matter of inflicting pain.

Once their mother had left, Zack and Stacy made their way to my back door. They were both naked and rearing to go. I was not going to disappoint them.

We tossed a coin to see who went first; Zack was pleased with the outcome. He took a card from his pile; it was to be a simple no thrills birching. With a throw of some dice it was determined that it would be twenty-four cuts of the birch, twelve delivered by Stacy and twelve by me. He was unlucky; it could have been a lot more.

We secured him and then Stacy started the proceedings, her first three cuts were delivered in quick succession, Zack’s body reacted, but not a sound came from him. Three more cuts followed and then as Stacy took a rest. I took the opportunity to massage Zack’s bottom, which was by this stage reddening and nicely marked. Rest period over, Stacy picked up the birch, I suggested that the next six cuts be delivered in one rapid burst. She delivered them skilfully, Zack’s body arched and while it was clear that he wanted to scream out, his pride stopped him.

We then took time to admire Stacy’s handiwork, Zack’s bottom was scarlet and a number of angry welts were developing, I traced these with my fingers causing them to rise further. We offered Zack a gag and a pot to piss in; he refused the gag but made use of the pot.

It was then my turn, I took a different approach from Stacy; each of my cuts were delivered slowly but forcibly.  It waited and let Zack savour the pain coursing through his body before delivering the next cut. It was only on the seventh cut that a sound passed his lips. Spurred on by this I made each of the remaining five cuts count, on the tenth cut I was rewarded with a yelp. At this stage I stopped examining the damage by hand and at the same time placing a number of vicious smacks on each cheek, this brought about a number of plaintive yelps. I then delivered the next two cuts in quick succession, I smiled as he screamed, all in all I proud both of Zack and my handiwork.

It was then time for supper, we all enjoyed micro waved pizza and chips washed down with lemonade.

It was now Stacy’s turn, she drew her card from the pile, and we were all very pleased with the outcome.  Her session could be described as cruel rather than brutal, She was placed in the diaper position, Zack and I attached clips to her nipple and pussy lips, joining them together with a length of cord. The cord was then tightened in such a way that Stacy could choose whether it was her nipples or pussy lips that felt the bite of the clips. Feathers were then produced and Zack and I began to tickle her, she was known to be ticklish but with grim determination she resisted the temptation to respond.

She measured the pain well switching the tension in the cord between her nipple and pussy lips. She managed this for other half an hour whilst the feathers were mercilessly applied. Then her resolve broke and she began to laugh, but not for long as her body shook the cord tightened. Her body began to jerk violently as the clips cut into both her nipples and pussy lips. Stacy was in agony, it was to her credit that she held out for another five minutes, but then she could take no more and spat out her safe word. We immediately cut the cord and her body relaxed. After tending to her we decided it was time for bed. I kissed Stacy goodnight and led Zack into my bedroom.

I sat him on the edge of my bed, spat on his shaft and began to work him with my hand when he had become rock hard; I slipped cock into my mouth. I started by nibbling on his foreskin then I went up and down on him, slowly at first then I quickened the pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. He came violently and I gratefully swallowed his cum.

While his cock again hardened, he explored my cunt with his tongue and then with his fingers. Then combined effect of the manual stimulation and the sexual excitement produced by the evening activities had taken me to the edge. Taking his cock and gliding into me, I grabbed his head and said to him

“You better make this the hardest fuck that you have ever given”

He obliged spreading my legs wide as rammed his cock deep inside me again and again with ever quicken pace, he then flipped me over and took me from behind each thrust jolting through me as I massaged my cunt frantically. He had good self-control and I came twice before he pumped his cum deep inside me.

It was only when we finally disentangled that we became aware of the bite marks on each other’s bodies.

Interactions With The Neighbours: Part 3

Zack and Stacy get to stay with Suzie and participate in her hobby

Zack and I wake at the same time, his morning hard on pushing firmly against my stomach. My hand goes to it and I slowly jerk him off, he responds by trying to pleasure me. I stop him and make it clear that would have to wait until tomorrow, today my body belongs to Stacy. He leans back and enjoys the sensation between his legs; he orgasms hard and the cum trickles down my stomach and over my pussy.

We meet Stacy in the shower and I notice that she was appraising the bite marks on Zack’s body.  I smile at her and bare my teeth.

We take a light breakfast then make our way to the garage. It houses my pride and joy, a double sybian. It also houses a Venus 2000; which is a high-tech, one-of-a-kind, hands-free male masturbation aid with controllable stroking action that gives you a very satisfying orgasms.

Zack connects himself up to the machine and sets it on slow mode; he is looking for a long slow wank and a very powerful orgasm. Stacy and I mount the sybian; bottoms touching and arms interlinked. We have each other’s controls; a rivalry has grown up between Stacy and I and we are going to test each other to the limit.

We start gently enough allowing each other the chance of finding our initial comfort levels. Then, we both step it up a notch and then another. Zack cannot take his eyes off me as every part of my body shakes. He focuses on my pussy lips, which by now seem to have a life of their own.

He is so absorbed by my body he does not notice what is happening to his? He goes ridged as he comes, the machine milking him dry. Watching him tips me over the edge and I orgasm followed soon afterwards by Stacy. Zack again watches me intently as I have my second, third and forth orgasm. I lost count of the number of orgasms Stacy endure, but I know it was considerably more than four.

After showering we plan tonight’s session.  Stacy is to go first a guillotine caning with a couple of interesting twists. Zack will be treated to some heat play using bondage candles.

We then pick at a light lunch while listening to Taylor Swift, Stacy had suggested some Justin Bieber, but even I am not that sadistic.

We spend the afternoon sunbathing in the nude, as I lay face down, I spy a movement in the curtains of the house opposite. That will be Izzy; it will be least a year before I can introduce her to the simple pleasures of life.

“Ouch!”

My bottom is on fire I roll over to find Stacy smiling with a magnifying glass in her hand; she has used it to burn me.

“Well Suzie did you enjoy that?”

“No”

She is goading me, looking for some special treatment both now and later.

I take the magnifying glass of her and placing her in the diaper position I treat her bottom to a number of small burns, then as a final touch her pussy gets the same treatment.

Now to cane her, once she is securely fixed in the Guillotine, I outline the nature of the session in store. It will be twelve hard cuts of the cane and an unspecified number of light taps.

“Only twelve cuts and what’s the point of the light lap?”

Moans Stacy

“You’ll see”

Was my reply?

I start by just brushing her bottom with the cane and she yawns, building up the tempo and using slightly more force has the desired effect, not exactly painful, but not pleasant either. As the tempo increases her body begins to respond a combination of mild pain and sexual stimulate having there desired effect. Then, four hard cuts in quick succession her body tenses and she lets out a yelp.

Back to the tap-tap of the light stokes, she is a lot more respectful of their effect by now. However, light the tap it now causes pain, but little damage. Four firmer cuts of the cane and again her body tenses.

Back to the tap-tap of the light stokes, they are no longer pleasant they are driving her wild. Then, the ‘coup de grace’ four cuts, two in each diagonal direction cut across the lines already laid. I think had I continued her safe word would have been quick in the coming.

Zack’s session was a bit of an anticlimax, not for Zack of course, he definitely climaxed.

We lay him on his back and dripped the hot wax from the bondage candles: blue, green, red and yellow on to his body.

He clearly enjoyed the session, the only difficult moment was when Stacy let one of the candles drift to low and some hotter wax caught the tip of his cock. He nearly blurted out his safe word; however, I calmed him and guided Stacy’s arm to a safer distance.

By the time we had finished Zack’s body looked like a piece of abstract art. We striped the wax of removing a considerable amount of body hair in the process. I gave him a hand job and sent him of to bed.

I then led Stacy into my bedroom. We just sat there glaring at each other. Finally, she says

“What is it with you, you can dish it out, but will not take it”

“You know the rules before we started, I do not switch.”

“I do not like those rules”

“Fine you can walk away, but before you do I will let you know I am a different animal in bed, I enjoy a hard fuck.”

No foreplay, no gentle lovemaking, we went at each other hammer and thongs, fingers and tongues attacking each other’s pussies. At one stage we were in such a tangle that I thought we might have to call on Zack to untangle us.

I then produced a strap on and gave Stacy a very hard fuck; she is most definitely capable of multiple orgasms.

Then from my bag I produce a strap on that far exceed to length and girth of the first one. Stacy looked at me eye wide.

“I don’t think I can take that”

“It’s not for you, but for me, didn’t I say in bed I was a different animal.”

She strap it on and to my surprise was actually gentle at first, taking care that my pussy could accommodate then monster between her legs. Once, I was relaxed and wet enough she built up the speed and depth of her thrusts. The orgasm I experienced was so powerful that I tore at have back with my fingers.

Neither of us would have been happy with one orgasm. She continued with her thrust here lovemaking full of anger. I came again and again until on the final orgasm I ejaculate all over her. Then, we both collapsed on the bed.

“Stacy, you beat the sybian hands down,” I said with a smile.

I expected to be rewarded with a smile none was forthcoming

I lie there wondering what was really eating her? I was apprehensive about tomorrow, for the first time in a long time I did not feel completely in control.

 

I awake from a fitful sleep to find that Stacy is not in my bed. I make my way to Zack’s room and find her sitting there.

She is staring a Zack, who is lying naked on the top of the bed How did I miss that? It explains an awful lot. I step quietly out of the room before she sees me and make the plans for the day.

A few minutes later she climbs back into bed, I pretend that I am asleep. When I ‘wake’ up I make a feeble pass, which is requested. We make our way to the bathroom and meet up with Zack. He is very interested in the bite marks on our bodies, we did not even realise they were there until this morning.

I wonder if he feels the same way about her as she does about him. The way he is looking at her body suggests that he might.

The day is overcast and we are all listless. We work out on the masturbation machines, but they do not turn us on in the same way as they did yesterday.

We pick at lunch and as there is no sun there is little point in sunbathing.

Today is my day to choose what is to befall Zack and Stacy? I have given much thought to their respective sessions. Zack is to go first; however, I prepare Stacy for her session before attending to Zack. I place Stacy on a bench with her arms bound to her legs. The bonding is such that her tits and pussy are completely vulnerable to whatever punishment I intend to inflict.

I then turn my attention to Zack, I have decided on the staple, a good old fashioned spanking. He gets the pain a get the pleasure of stroking his bare bottom. I place him so that he is facing Stacy and go to work. Smack follows smack soon his bottom is scarlet and tears are following freely.

Anyone who thinks a proper spanking is not that painful would be very sorely mistaken, done right it is one of the most effective forms of CP. I was doing it right; Zack will remember this spanking for many days. However, at the moment he is blissfully unaware of the pain, he is completely focused on Stacy’s pussy.

I stop the spanking as abruptly as I started it, and turn my attention to Stacy.

The selection of the cat of nine tails drew gasps from both, Stacy and Zack. This was no toy it was very match to business end of Sadism. I took a few practice swings and as it sliced through the air both, Stacy and Zack winced.

“What is your safe word Stacy?”

“What does it matter Suzie, I do not pan to use it”

“What is your fucking safe word Suzie?”

Zack pleaded with her

“Stacy, for good sake what is the safe word?”

“Lime, but I will not use it, it simply is not going to happen.”

I line the cat up with her tits and swing it over my shoulders; Stacy looks both apprehensive and determined.

The first blow landed across her tits followed by a second across her cunt.

Zack gasped, he could hardly bear to watch, but at the same time he could not take his eyes off her.

A second blow stuck her tits, angry welts forming across them. The second blow followed this across her cunt I had drawn blood.

Zack screamed

“Stacy, use you safe word”

Stacy just looked at me defiantly and said nothing.

The third set of blows landed, a nipple had been cut and there was a steady trickle of blood flowed down here inner thigh.

“Stacy, for Christ sake use your safe word”

Zack was crying by now.

The fourth set of blows landed followed by the fifth and Sixth.

I raised the cat to administer the seventh set of blows.

I then let it drop from my hand and proceed to untie Stacy.

“Suzie what the fuck, why?

“In the end you would have used your safe word, but long after you should have done.”

“Any way we have better things to do with the time, and here is as good as place as any”

“So Suzie, who are you going to fuck first, Zack or me?”

“Neither Stacy, you are going to fuck Zack”

She looks at me and for the first time in over a day she smiles and mouths the word

“Thank you”

Zack echoes the sentiment.

Stacy then take Zack’s cock deep in her mouth and all but swallows it, so then goes up and down on it with a ferocity that I have rarely seen, I swear I could hear his cock hitting the back of his throat, he comes quickly and she greedily drinks his cum, then she brought his cock back to life with a vigorous hand job, so vigorous in fact that I am sure that there will be friction burns. When his cock is rock solid, she straddles him and goes up and down on him with abandon, drive it deeper and deeper inside her.

The look on Zack’s face takes my breath away he is drawing on all of his reserves not to orgasm before Stacy does, then finally she lets out an orgasmic scream as her whole body spasmed, Zack orgasms a few seconds later.

When she turns to me I barely recognise her, she is almost feral.

“Suzie, please lick me out then share the cum with Zack.”

I go down her and effectively suck the cum from her, once done Zack and I pass the cum between our mouths before I finally swallow it.

“Stacy and Zack, I think you had better leave”

Pointless really they were already making their way out.

When they had gone I sat there and cried there was no stopping the tears. Tears of sadness tears of joy, what the fuck do I care.

I am not the same person I was a day ago; I now understand the responsibility of being a sadist.