The New Neighbor - chapter 17 (Patreon)

The New Neighbor - chapter 17

After Kristina’s little get-together I was told to wait for her on the bed, she entered shortly after me, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties and looking more stunning than I ever thought possible. Or maybe I was just too crazy desperate thanks to the chastity cage.

“Well, Paul, you have the key to your cage and yet you're still locked up. I wonder why that is?” She said as she crawled onto the bed. “Could it be that you really do like staying locked for me?”

“I uhhh, I didn’t know if I should take it off.”

“Hahaha,” Her laugh was musical, genuinely amused by my response. “Oh you poor thing. Let’s get you ready for me.” Kristina already had the straps positioned on the bed, waiting for me. I didn’t stop her from attaching my wrists to opposite corners of the bed. She took the chastity key and placed it into the lock, freeing my needy cock which instantly hardened. “So desperate for me…” Kristina stroked my shaft once and it felt like heaven.

“I think you’ve earned a very special treat, slave. I would love to fuck you. Make you cum with my pussy for the first time but….I’m not sure you’ll be able to last long enough to satisfy me.” She had a point, of course. I was so desperate I was surprised I didn’t cum just from that one stroke of hers. “So I’ll make you a deal. If you can last longer than a minute with my hand, then I’ll ride your needy cock. How does that sound?”

“Deal!” I answered without thinking.

Kristina picked up her phone and started a timer before reaching down and stroking my cock slowly. The pleasure was rising too quickly and I had a feeling Kristina could have made me cum easily before the minute was up if she had wanted to. Instead she drew it out a little. At what I guessed was the thirty second mark, her pace increased.

“Ohhh, fuck….Fuck, Mistress…” I moaned as I felt my orgasm approaching.

“Poor little desperate slave. You’re not going to cum so quickly are you? With everything I’m offering?”

“Please…Please, Mistress.”

“Go ahead, Paul. Cum for me. I know you want to. I know you need to. Do it, Cum! Cum!” Her hand was a blur on my shaft and there was nothing I could do but moan out loud as I came all over myself and her hand.

When I was done enjoying the orgasm I was so desperate for, Kristina held up her phone and showed me the screen.

‘01:03.48’

“Wait…I made it!” I said, surprised to have actually beaten her little challenge.

“Well I may have been a little more generous with the timer than I needed to. But yes, you win. And now you might just be able to last long enough for me. But first we need to wait for you to recover, so I’ll have to pass the time some other way for now…” Kristina climbed up my body, pulled her panties to the side and sat down on my face, my tongue already out of my mouth and waiting to taste her.

She rode my face for a few minutes, getting herself good and worked up but not going over the edge. The taste and feeling of her on my mouth was enough to make sure I was back in the mood quickly. As Kristina’s motions began to shift, indicating that she was close to cumming herself, she slid down and reached behind herself to grasp my cock.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s back.” She said, squeezing my erection. “Ready for me, pet?”

“Fuck! I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life!” I replied, earning a warm but lust fuelled smile from my Mistress.

Kristina slid down until she was hovering just above my erection, her pussy wet and ready thanks to her face-riding. She kept herself positioned just above me, watching me until…

“Please, Mistress! Fuck me.” I begged. Thankfully, she obliged. Kristina slid down onto my cock in a smooth, graceful motion and I moaned appreciatively.

I would have loved to be able to reach up and squeeze her, grab her boobs or her ass and knead her supple flesh, but with my hands tied I had to simply lay back and enjoy the experience…..not that I would complain about that at all.

As promised, Kristina rode me until we were both spent. She had brought herself close to the edge with my tongue and used my long denied cock to finish the job. All this while I was tied to the bed, happily accepting.

I was not asked to sleep in the cage that night, instead my hands were freed and we fell asleep together in bed, both of us fully satisfied….

I was placed back in the chastity cage the next morning after getting cleaned off. I was now wearing the end of the agreed ‘trial period’ with Kristina and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. I felt like it had gone well, especially after last night.

The next couple of days passed quickly but Kristina didn't mention anything about the end of the two weeks and I remained her caged submissive.

—

“So, Paul,” Kristina asked me over breakfast on Wednesday, “you’ve been very open about indulging me in my fantasies of control over the last week or so, but I have to ask, is there anything in particular you wanted to try that I haven’t already covered off?”

“Well you do seem to have covered a pretty comprehensive list of activities so far.” I replied. Then something came to me. “There was one thing I saw online that I found kind of hot though.”

“Oh really? Do tell.” Kristina’s ears perked up as she spoke.

“Yeah, when I was doing my ‘research’ on femdom stuff, I saw a video or two about mixed wrestling.”

“I see, and you enjoyed them I take it?”

“Sure, I mean, hot women wrestling and pinning guys, looked fun. Plus it was a little different from the usual BDSM scene which is just a guy doing whatever the girl tells him to. With the wrestling videos it was like the guy was being physically overpowered. Not just willingly allowing himself to be punished because he's into it.”

“And you liked that thought, being physically overpowered?” She asked, paying close attention to what I said.

“Well, yeah I guess so. But I’m pretty sure that in a lot of videos I saw the guy wasn’t really trying his hardest to win so it was clear they wanted to lose.”

“And what about you? Do you think you could win?” A coy smile on Kristina's face as she asked.

“I guess that depends on my opponent.” I replied.

“What about me? Think you could win in a wrestling match against me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of risking it. Besides, I like you on top.”

“I should hope so. But if you want to try your hand at it in a real match I have a friend.”

“Of course you do.” I answered, dryly.

“Haha, so, should I give her a call?” She challenged me.

“You know what, sure. Why not.” I answered.

“Great, I’ll set it up….” So the challenge was laid down and it looked like I was heading into a wrestling match with a girl I had never met.

A little later that day Kristina brought me into her bondage room where she had all of her furniture moved aside and the floor had been covered by a padded, blue mat.

“Umm, Mistress?”

“Consider this your practice. I spoke to my friend, Jane, she can squeeze you in on the weekend, that gives us a day or two to practice. I wanna see what you got.” Kristina was wearing a black, all-in-one leotard. It was incredibly tight and form fitting and she looked stunning wearing it. I felt my cock instantly try to get hard in my cage. It had already been a couple of days since my last release.

“Sounds good.” I said, stepping onto the mat. I was currently wearing nothing but the tight, black shorts over the panties she had given me that morning so I was good to go.

We both got down to our knees and locked our hands together. “Sooo, what are the rules here?” I asked as we faced off.

“Just a simple pin to win situation. See who’s stronger. Ready?”

“When you are.”

Kristina started pushing against my hands and I was too distracted by her boobs in the tight outfit to respond quickly enough. I felt myself get pushed far enough back to lose my balance and before I knew it I was on my back. Kristina quickly jumped up and perched on top of me, straddling my thighs.

“That was a little too easy. Are you even trying? Or are you just too busy staring at my chest?”

“A little of both.”

We reset our positions and started again, this time with my arousal in full swing but more focused on not staring. Kristina started pushing again and this time I resisted. It was quickly clear that I was a lot stronger than her, physically, as she struggled to move me at all. I pushed back a little and she lost her balance and twisted over sideways. I pinned her hands to the mat beside her and smiled down. “Looks like I won this round.”

“Don’t get cocky.” Kristina said as we reset once again. We continued in this manner for a while longer but I had the edge in the strength department and Kristina didn’t have much actual wrestling experience.

After half an hour or so, Kristina was panting a little while I had barely broken a sweat. “I think it might be time for you to give it up.” I said cockily after pinning her to the mat once again.

“Fine. But let’s just try one more round before we call it a day. I just need to grab something.” Kristina walked over to one of her ‘toy boxes’ and pulled out a strap on dildo. She strapped the rubber cock in place and applied a generous amount of lube to the rubber shaft.

“Interesting wrestling attire.” I said as she rejoined me on the mat.

“Let’s make this last round more interesting. If I win, I get to use this on you.”

“And what if I win?” I asked.

“Then I guess you get to fuck me too, but I won’t be letting you out of that cage.” She grinned.

She knew she had me beat, a loss would mean that I get some form of sex, even if I was to be firmly on the receiving end. But if I beat her, then I essentially got nothing thanks to the chastity cage.

“Ready?” She asked me, taking her position on the mat.

I was staring at the dildo hanging from her waist as I answered. “Ready.”

We locked hands and I began pushing against her, taking the upper hand quickly. “Try not to think about how good it would feel to have me fuck that ass of yours when I win.”

“Who said I’m going to let you win?”

“Oh, you poor little subby boy. We both know how this round ends.” Kristina replied.

“Do we?”

“Of course, you lost this round as soon as I strapped this on. You could overpower me easily, we’ve already proved that much. But you won’t. Because you’re a desperate little slut who wants his ass filled. And that’s why you haven’t pinned me yet.”

She was right, I relaxed my muscles in my upper body and felt myself lose balance until I was flat on my back with Kristina firmly on top of me. She was perched high up on my waist with the rubber cock close to my face.

“I win. Now why don’t you give my cock a little kiss before it goes up your ass?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I lifted my head up off the mat and kissed the tip of the strap on.

I offered no resistance as Kristina flipped me onto my stomach and pulled down the tight shorts. “See, Paul, despite your strength, you still end up losing to me.” Kristina crawled up my body until I could feel the strap-on positioned at the entrance to my ass. “Now beg me to fuck you!” She growled.

I was all too happy to oblige. “Please, Mistress, fuck me! You win, now claim your prize. Fuck me, please-Aahhh!” My pleading was cut short by the tip of the rubber cock pushing into my ass.

“Do you feel like a winner now, Paul? All that strength and you still end up on the floor with my cock in your ass!” Kristina said as she began fucking into my ass. “Because you’re just a desperate little subby whore and that’s why you don’t stand a chance against a powerful woman like me. Isn’t that right?”

“Ohh, fuck. Yess! Yes. You’re right. I’m just your little subby boy, Mistress. Please fuck me. Fuck me…”

And fuck me she did. She kept pounding into me until we were both spent. Kristina was panting and out of breath as she rolled off of me while I was a desperate, tingling puddle of need on the floor.

—

Saturday arrived and I felt pretty confident about the wrestling match with Kristina’s friend. I expected it to be a little tougher than pinning Kristina because Jane had actual experience, but I still had the strength advantage no doubt. Either way I knew I would enjoy wrestling with this woman.

Kristina decided to tell me something before the match though which put a little pressure on me to win!

“So, Paul, looking forward to your match today?” She asked me as we waited in the living room for her friend.

“I actually am a little yeah. I hope that’s okay with you? I mean you know I…I feel strongly about you.” I told her.

“Oh don’t worry, I know. I’m actually looking forward to seeing you in action myself, but just so you know, I decided to make it a little more interesting for you.”

“More interesting?” I asked, a little apprehensive. I should have known she would have something up her sleeve.

“Yep. See, I don’t want you to only get half the experience here. I want you to really try and compete.”

“I will.” I said, accidentally interrupting her.

“Let me finish. I’m sure you’ll put in some effort, but just like the other night when I put on the strap on, the thought of what might happen to you if you lost would become so overwhelming for you that you might just let Jane win. So I came up with a solution.” Kristina smiled as she moved onto the next part of her explanation.

“The deal is this, if you win, I unlock your cage tonight for another night of passionate fun with me. But if you lose, I give Jane the keys to your cage and she gets to decide when you get unlocked.”

“What? But didn’t you say she lives two hours away?” I asked.

“I did. So I doubt she’ll be willing to drive over here again anytime soon just to let you out of your cage. So I suggest you give it your all today. That is, if you agree to the terms?” I knew this was Kristina’s way of giving me a chance to back out or use my safeword. She was waiting for my consent and despite the risk of not knowing when I would get out of the cage again if I lost, I was all too happy to agree.

“Fine by me. I’m in.” I said, as confidently as I could.

“Great! She should be here any minute. I hope you win, I could use another good fucking.” She added with a wink, causing my cock to stir in its prison.

—

Jane arrived a short while later and we took a few minutes to introduce ourselves. Jane was a little shorter than me, which I was glad to see, and thankfully she was no amazon warrior. She was, however, in good shape. The muscles in her thighs and calves were clearly defined in the tight legging she was wearing when she arrived and she had clearly visible biceps/triceps. She looked nimble and athletic and stood with an air of confidence.

“So,” Jane started, “You want a fully competitive experience, no holding back?” The question was aimed at me and I noticed a slight southern twang in her voice.

“Yeah, that’s right. I take it Mistress..erm, I mean Kristina, filled you in on the stakes?”

“Haha, she did. I look forward to taking the key to your cage home with me.”

“Have to beat me first.” I answered quickly.

“So, do you feel like adding a little stipulation to our match?” Jane asked me as we headed into the bondage room where the mat was set up.

“What kind of stipulation?” I asked.

“Well, straight up pins are boring, especially for the spectators. I was thinkin’ we make this a bondage match.”

“How does that work exactly?” I asked, stepping onto the mat, already in my little shorts and thong.

“Simple.” Jane opened a duffel bag she had been carrying with her and tipped the contents onto the mat. The bag contained an assortment of different lengths of white rope. “These ropes will be scattered on the mat during our match, the goal is to incapacitate your opponent with the ropes. The match is over when one competitor is too tied up to continue. Feeling brave?” Jane eyed me with a cocky smile and I looked over at Kristina, she had a smile on her face that told me she liked the sound of these new rules, so I readily agreed.

Jane pulled off her leggings and top, revealing her own, bright yellow wrestling leotard and sculpted form.

“Ready to get your ass handed to you, Paul?”

“Bring it on.” We both dropped to our knees and faced each other, hands up and waiting.

Kristina pulled a chair over to the side of the wrestling mat, made herself comfy and then said, “Go!”

Jane was quick! Too quick. She didn’t bother locking hands and going for a strength test, instead she lunged low and wrapped her hands around my waist. The only thing I could do was drop my weight on top of her and grab her waist, but this didn't deter her from going for my ankle.

I felt a rope wrap quickly around the skin near my feet and pull taught. “Shit!” I quickly rolled away and wrenched my feet away from her. When I did, she had a hold of one end of a rope while the other was doubled over, looped around my ankle and threaded through itself.

That had happened too fast!

Jane lunged again, this time grabbing one of my thighs with the loose end of rope still in her hand. She had a tight grip on my thigh whilst using the rope to pull my ankle upwards, making it clear she was going for some kind of quick frog tie. While she was doing this, I grabbed my own length of rope from the floor and began wrapping it around her leg, using the time she was distracted with my ankle to my advantage.

Unfortunately for me, she was much faster than I was and she pulled her leg away from my fumbling fingers and rolled clear. I stumbled straight away as I looked down and saw that one leg was firmly bound in a bent position.

“Ooh and Jane scores a frog tie on one leg early.” Kristina said, providing a little commentary on the match.

Thankfully, the match was taking place on our knees so I could get by with one leg…..or so I assumed.

We jockeyed for position for a while, me using my strength and size advantage to keep her at bay, but it was clear Jane had an endless supply of stamina.

I wrenched to the side and slammed Jane into the mat.

“Ouch, big takedown by Paul!” Kristina said, enjoying the show.

I decided to use this momentary advantage to untie the rope that was hampering my leg, giving me back my full mobility.

Jane recovered and grabbed a length of rope as we circled each other. I was starting to breathe a little heavier while she seemed perfectly fine.

“You got some fight in you. I like that.” Jane lunged for my waist again and we struggled on the floor. She wrapped the doubled over length of rope around my waist and threaded it through itself while keeping hold of the loose ends.

As we struggled on the floor I wondered what her plan was and why she hadn't gone for a wrist or an ankle. Then she passed the arm holding the rope between my legs and yanked it upwards.

“Ah, shit. What the…” Jane pulled the rope upwards between my legs into a harsh wedgie and tied the ends off.

“And Jane scores a pretty tight crotch rope on Poor Paul. I like the way that rope is splitting your ass, slave.” The rope was indeed cinched tightly between my cheeks, leaving me in a permanent wedgie thanks to the crotch rope.

The knot was tied at the small of my back as Jane rolled away and grabbed another rope. I didn't bother trying to remove the tie as it wasn't hampering my movement at all, even if it was riding uncomfortably high between my ass cheeks.

With another rope in her hand, Jane approached again with a smile on her face, her confidence rising. I grabbed a rope of my own and prepared to defend myself. We locked up and began struggling against each other. I was tiring a little but still had the advantage strength-wise so I was able to keep her at bay.

I managed to get my rope looped around one of Jane’s thighs as we struggled on the mat. I cinched the rope tight, it wasn’t much but it was a start, I didn’t notice the quick loop of rope she wrapped around my wrist. She kept hold of the loose end of the and managed to wriggle her way behind me.

She was quick and elusive with too much energy. I felt her doing something at the small of my back where the crotch rope was tied, so I used all my strength to throw her off and move away. I raised my hands in preparation to defend, but something was wrong, one of my hands didn’t move all the way forward.

Jane had managed to attach the other end of the rope around my wrist to the back of the crotch rope, as I pulled my hand forward, all I did was pull the rope tighter at the back and deepen the rope wedgie I had. “Shit!”

“Shit indeed, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ this one's almost over.” Jane said, picking up another rope and advancing.

I really only had one hand to defend myself, which meant I had to use it to hold Jane bay, but this allowed her to loop a rope around this wrist as well before quickly rolling behind me. She went right to the small of my back as I flailed around uselessly trying to throw her off.

“No, no, no!” I squirmed but I didn’t have the leverage to stop her. I felt the rope tighten and then she moved to the other wrist and tightened that one even more. When she was finished, both my hands had been attached to the crotch rope at my back, locking them in place behind me. “Dammit. You are good.” I had to admit.

“Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet, sugar.” Jane had already prepped her next rope as I tried to pull my wrists free, pulling the crotch rope tighter and pinching my caged package in the process.

Jane lunged low and wrapped a rope around my ankle again, and locked my leg in that bent position for a frog tie. Despite my still trying to stay in this match, both my legs were quickly bound, ankle to thigh.

“Wooh, you’re pretty strong, Paul, but in the end you’re gonna be all trussed up like a piggy.”

I squirmed and wriggled as Jane attached another rope, using this one to tie my ankles together, making my legs officially useless as I couldn’t even shuffle along anymore. She rolled me onto my stomach and tied one more rope from my ankles to the back of the crotch rope.

I couldn’t help but realize I had made a mistake when I decided to ignore the crotch rope as she had used it for the basis of the rest of my bondage. I was now frog-tied and hog-tied on the floor, unable to do anything but squirm.

“There we go, a hog-tie for a hog boy. Go ahead and ‘oink’ for me piggy.” Jane said, poking me with her bare feet.

“No chance!” I said, struggling around.

“Paul, dear. I think you’ve officially been beaten.” Kristina said from her chair. “You should probably do what she says, seeing as she will be taking your key home with her.”

Shit, I had almost forgotten about that part. The truth was the bondage was indeed turning me on, and in different circumstances I would have been happy to lose this little match.

“Yeah, piggy, do as your Mistress says and give me a little oink.”

I glared up at the lithe form of Jane as she stood over my bound body. “Oink, oink.” I said, blushing in defeat.

“There’s a good little piggy.” Jane then surprised me by turning around, giving me a great view of her toned ass before she lowered it squarely onto my face. “Now sniff my ass while I talk to your Mistress, piggy.”

“Mmmf!” I was left trapped under Jane's ass as she enjoyed her victory. I heard her exchange some idle chit-chat with Kristina for a few minutes before standing up and allowing me to breathe some slightly fresher air.

“Well, Kris’, this was fun but I gotta hit the road. I’ll post these keys back when I get home…maybe.” She turned her attention to me, looking back over her shoulder. “What do you say, piggy?”

“I, uhh…Oink,oink.”

“Hahaha, good piggy. Lemme know if ya ever want a rematch, sugar.” Jane grabbed her overclothes and headed for the door.

“I’ll walk you out.” Kristina said, following her and leaving me trussed up on the floor.

I squirmed and struggled on the floor but I was firmly stuck in place until someone came and untied me.

Kristina returned shortly after and took her seat again, smiling down at me. “Well, looks like you lost.

“I guess you could say that.” I said, squirming a little in my bonds to emphasise the point.

“Jane assured me that she would post your key as soon as she got home, unfortunately for you it's the weekend, so I doubt you'll see the key before Tuesday now. Shame, really.”

“How so?”

“Well that will be the end of our little trial period, I thought it would be nice to celebrate with a ‘bang’, so to speak. But you'll likely still be locked.”

“Yeah….shame for me, you mean.” I said.

“And me. I would have liked to use my cock again, but you went and lost the key.” She spoke as though she was disappointed, but her face was still smiling, knowing that she would be able to take as much pleasure as she wanted from me, while I would be left frustrated.

“Sorry, Mistress.” I replied, trying to sound at least a little recalcitrant.

“Mmhm, I'll bet you are.” Kristina reached into one of the nearby drawers and pulled out a magic wand style vibrator. “I suppose I'd better get used to pleasuring myself again.” She said, slipping out of her pants and underwear.

“I could still use my mouth, Mistress.” I said, wriggling on the floor.

“You could, but you'd have to come over here, I don't feel like getting down on the floor.” Kristina replied, knowing I would be unable to reach her in my current predicament. I squirmed and twisted against the ropes all the same, but got nowhere. “Well, are you coming?”

“I'm trying.” I said as I flailed uselessly and worsened the wedgie feeling of the crotch rope.

“Ah well, suppose you'll just have to lay there and watch as I take care of myself.” Kristina clicked the vibe to life and brought it to her waiting pussy. Clearly, watching me get dominated by her friend had turned her on.

“Feel free to keep struggling, pet. I do live it when you squirm.” I obliged her request and started squirming on the floor, desperately horny thanks to the cage, the ropes and the scene in front of me. “Ahh, yes. Don't forget to oink, piggy. Mmm fuck!”

Kristina moaned in her chair as I was left squirming on the floor. “Oink oink!” I said, pathetically, desperately.

“Haha-oooh such a good fucking pet!” Kristina moaned louder, taunting me as she rode her vibrator to a powerful climax as I watched on, wishing I could have been a part of it.

“Mmm, that was needed. Now, I'd better go and freshen myself before dinner.” Kristina said as she stood and headed out of the room.

“So I guess I'll stay here then?” I said, wriggling on the spot.

“Oh, right. Almost forgot.” Kristina walked back towards and picked up her discarded underwear. She rolled them into a tight ball and leaned down… “Open up.” I opened my mouth and she stuffed her underwear inside so that I could taste her arousal from earlier. “Keep them in there. I'll be back soon.”

And that was my first foray into a bondage wrestling match. I couldn't decide if I would consider it a success or not. On the one hand, I was thrilled by the bondage aspect, but on the other, I now had no hope of getting out of the cage this weekend…

Such is life, I guess.

End part 17