The New Neighbor - Finale (Patreon)

The New Neighbor - Finale/Epilogue

The ‘trial period’ was over and Kristina had insisted I spend some time to myself, in my own house, to reflect on all the events of the last two weeks. I had to admit, there was certainly a lot to reflect on.

So for the first time in two weeks I was free to do whatever I want, while wearing whatever I want, which seemed strange to me at first. The first time I felt myself getting a little aroused I was half expecting to feel the tight constriction of the chastity cage. But it never came. I was actually allowed to jerk off whenever I wanted. Naturally I took advantage of this fact for the first few days, but every time I touched my cock it was thoughts of Kristina that swam in my mind.

I found myself missing her by the end of the second day. I saw that she had gotten ‘back to work’ so to speak. I could see clients coming and going on occasion and although I had no idea what kind of session they were booking with her, I found myself wishing I were in their position.

It was late in the evening of the fourth day of being back by myself that Kristina called me. I found my heart skipping a beat when I saw her name appear on my phone. “Hey!” I answered, sounding more eager than I intended.

“Hello, Paul. How are you? I hope you haven’t spent the whole week playing with yourself, haha.” Kristina chuckled, knowingly.

“Not the whole week, I took a break to do some laundry yesterday and I had to go into work.”

“Glad to hear it…” I told Kristina about my time at home, my thoughts on the trial period, she did the same as we chatted for a while.

“So….are you missing me yet?” She asked.

“Of course I am. I replied, honestly.”

“Glad to hear it, I miss having you around too, my home is suddenly feeling rather boring.” Said Kristina.

“Ah well, I can always come over.”

“I thought you might say that, and as it happens, I could use my favorite guinea pig’s help.” Kristina said, her voice dropping an octave.

“Oh really? That sounds interesting. What fun new implement of torture have you bought this time?” I asked as my cock began to harden at the possibilities posed by her request.

“That’s a surprise, but I only just ordered it and you are the first person I thought of. So should I come get you when it gets delivered?”

“Absolutely.” I replied, happily.

“Great. Then I’ll see you soon. Bye for now, slut.” Kristina hung up before I could retort to her goodbye comment and I couldn’t wait to find out what new toy she had ordered….

—

I didn’t hear from her for a day or two after that phone call, I almost got the sense that she was avoiding me as I never ran into her in the driveway either, which seemed weird given everything that had happened between us.

I was just cleaning up a little around the house when I stumbled across something that caught my eye. A pair of panties that Kristina had left here a while ago, I was hit with flashbacks of the underwear I had been wearing for the last couple of weeks and found myself getting hard at just the sight of them. I was lost in a kind of horny daze as I found myself pulling the black, lacy underwear up my legs and into place. I figured that the panties were just a reminder of the time I had spent with Kristina, nothing more than a little kinky fun.

A couple of months ago I would never have dreamed of throwing on a pair of panties alone in my house for a little sexual thrill, yet here I was. I felt myself getting hard in the underwear but I really did need to finish up what I was doing, so I left the panties in place and pulled my jeans back on over the top. Maybe an hour or so of feeling the feminine material of the panties would get me worked up a little before I gave myself a little treat in the shower later.

I was just dumping a bunch of stuff into a small cupboard under my stairs when I heard a frantic knocking at the front door. I quickly checked that the underwear wasn’t showing before opening the door to see an excited looking Kristina.

“Paul! It came.”

“Oh, cool. So can you tell me what it is now?” I asked.

“Come with me and find out for yourself.” She replied, holding out her hand to lead me into god knows what.

Seeing Kristina looking genuinely excited to see me, even if it was for the sake of her new toy, had me reaching out and taking her hand, letting her lead me over to her house. I followed Kristina through her house and into the bondage room I had seen so much of over the last couple of weeks.

“Ta-daaa. What do you think?” Kristina said as we entered and I saw the new thing she had bought.

If I’m being honest, I was a little unimpressed with what I saw. Given everything else I had seen in this room, her new purchase looked to be rather tame. It was a single, silver pole sticking up from a large, round base. It looked like a portable stripper pole, except it only came up to about waist height.

“Umm, I’m not sure what I’m looking at. Are we waiting for an incredibly short stripper to get here?” I said.

“Oh, haha. It’s called a one bar prison.” Kristina said, as though that would explain anything to me.

“Well, the name is half right, I only see one bar. But I don’t see how it’s a prison.”

Kristina rolled her eyes. “Well, no, you haven’t tried it out yet. First you need to strip.”

I blushed at her request, after all the things that had happened, a simple request like taking off my clothes for Kristina should have been the easiest thing, if not for the underwear. I know she had seen me in panties and a lot, lot worse in our time of knowing each other, but it had always been at her request or command. I only wore panties to please her or to follow orders. This time was different. This time I was just chilling at home, tidying up, while wearing panties. It somehow made it seem more shameful than wearing them because she said to.

“Ummm, strip?”

“Yes, Paul, strip. Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly gone all shy after just a few days away.” Said Kristina.

“Ha, no, course not I uhh…” I sighed and thought to hell with it. I dropped my jeans and saw Krsitina’s face light up with mischief.

“Oh! Well this is a surprise. Did someone miss their panties?”

I blushed as I exposed myself. “I uhhh, yeah I guess I got a little turned on by them and couldn’t resist.”

“Hahaha, looks like I accidentally gave you a panty fetish….or was it an accident?” She added with a conspiratorial wink.

“Huh, I guess maybe you did.”

“Well I’m pleased to know I had an impact on you, but they’ll need to come off also.” I stripped completely naked at her direction.

“Okay, now you stand right here.” Kristina led me onto the circular platform, standing above the silver pole. “And I need to find something that fits….I think this one will do.” She selected a dildo from a bag near the pedestal and attached it to the top of the upright pole, pointing upwards, right beneath my ass.

Kristina then grabbed some lube and I was pretty sure I knew where this was going. She lubed up the dildo and rubbed some between my ass. “So, Paul, have you been playing with your ass while you’ve been home alone?” She asked as she massaged the excess lube to my rear.

“N-no, course not.” I said, honestly.

“Oh? And why not? You seem to love it when I do it.” She said, glancing down at my fully erect cock.

“That’s because it’s you doing it.” I replied.

“How sweet. Now hold still.” Kristina reached down to the clasp in the middle of the upright pole and adjusted something until I felt the dildo at the entrance to my ass.

“Ssshit.” I gasped as she carefully filled my ass with the stiff rubber cock.

“Easy, almost there…” Kristina kept pushing the dildo all the way up my ass, forcing me onto my toes a little.

I heard a loud snap from the pole and Kristina stepped away, smiling. “There, all done. See if you can escape.”

I realized my position quickly. With the dildo so far up my rear, there was no way for me to move forward or backwards in any direction, the only way for me to free myself would be to lower the bar. I looked down and saw the clasp was similar to the mechanism that adjusted a bicycle seat, but it was too low down for me to reach without bending down, which was something I couldn’t do because of the dildo in my ass. I was trapped and now realized where the ‘one bar prison’ got it’s name.

“Umm, I think I’m pretty stuck.” I said.

“Oh come on, you’ve barely tried.” Kristina said, the amusement clear on her face.

I pushed myself as high on my tiptoes as I could, but that only caused the dildo to slide an inch or two out of my ass and it wasn’t long before I had to lower myself back down to rest my feet, it was clear I was going nowhere. “Nope. Stuck.”

“Great. Glad to know it works, be back soon.” Kristina said, turning to leave.

“What? You’re leaving me here like this?”

“Of course I am, you have to get the full experience after all.”

“I feel like I’ve heard that before.” Kristina left, leaving me trapped on a platform with pole stuck up my butt….great.

She returned a short while later, wine glass in hand. “So, did you miss me?” She asked, staring down at her wine glass, something that was a little uncharacteristic of her. “Or did you miss me doing things like this to you?”

I realized then that I had been missing something, the slight vulnerability in her question, the carefully measured voice, she was nervous and I think I knew why.

“You know what, Kristina, you’ve always been pretty good at reading my mind, but why don’t I see if I can read yours for a change?”

She looked up at me, intrigued, perhaps? “Go on…” She said.

“I think you used this new toy as a way to get me over here because you missed me, like, more than you care to admit. I think you’re so used to being in control of every situation that you have no idea how to actually be vulnerable, and so instead of just calling me to tell me you wanted me to come over because you missed me, you trapped me on here, with a dildo up my ass.” God I hoped I was right. I would never be self confident enough to assume that a woman like Kristina would be super into a guy like me, but I felt I wasn’t far off.

Kristina looked at me for a long moment before she finally spoke. “You’re right.” Two words, maybe my favorite two words she had ever said.

“I…I am?”

“Yes. You’re right. I did miss you. I missed having you around. I missed your company. I missed the cute little noises you make when I tease you and the noises you make when I punish you. I really enjoyed having you all to myself for the last two weeks and I’ve wanted to call you every day since.”

I smiled at her admission. “Yeah, same here. You remember giving me that mould of your ass a while ago? I’ve kissed it goodnight more than once.” I admitted.

She stepped closer to me and grabbed my cock lightly in her free hand. “Well, maybe if you’re a good boy you can have the real thing tonight.” I knew I wouldn’t say no to that. “I can see a certain other part of you has missed me too.” She said, giving me a slow stroke.

“Well, it is your cock after all.”

“Hahaha, yes. It is.” She placed her wine glass down and walked behind me as I tried to spin carefully on the pole to follow her, but the motion only caused the dildo to rub against my insides. I heard a sound I recognized as a pair of handcuffs rattling before Kristina cuffed my hands behind my back. If I wasn’t already trapped before, I certainly was now.

She returned her hand to my cock and began slowly stroking up and down. “So….feel like staying the night?”

“Haahh, I guess I could be convinced to stay.” I replied, enjoying her hand on my cock.

“Mmm, not like you really have a choice. I mean, you’re already trapped here.” I couldn't help but wonder if she was serious or not. “Hahaha, you look worried, would you like me to stop?”

“Fuck no.” I gasped as her hand increased its pace on my cock.

“That’s what I thought. Go ahead, slut. Cum for me. Cum with that thick, cock stuck up your ass like I know you want to!” Of course, I followed her order and came all over her hand, moaning in pleasure as I did.

“Y-yes, Mistress!” Kristina stepped back and left me gasping on the pole.

“Mmmm, good boy. Back soon, my little subby.”

“What? Where are you going?” But she didn’t answer. “Kristina…Mistress…?” Again I was alone in her bondage room, trapped in place with her cock on a pole lodged firmly up my ass.

Thankfully, I wasn’t waiting long for her to return, but she wasn’t empty handed. I saw the bright pink of the small chastity cage in her hand. “Seriously?” I asked.

“Yes, seriously, you’ve had your fun for the night. Now it’s time for me to have mine. Besides, like you said, it’s my cock, and I prefer it to stay locked away.” Trapped on the one bar prison and with my hands cuffed behind me, there was nothing I could do to stop her from locking the chastity cage onto my spent cock. Not that I would have….

—

Six months later

Kristina and I were officially a couple. She had actually decided to move into my house with me and keep her house for her work. Or to punish me when she felt I needed it. Thanks to the money Kristina made, I was able to take on less projects at work which meant more time at home. A win-win for me.

—

“Sissy, I’m home.” Mistress called as I heard the front door open and close. I quickly walked to the door to greet her, petticoats swishing around my stockinged thighs as I did so and I knew she would be able to hear the high heels clicking against the floor in the hallway.

“Welcome home, Mistress.” I said, dipping into a neat curtsy. Today was a day of maid service. I had been home alone, fully dressed in all the sissy maid gear and tending to the house while Kristina entertained a few clients and met up with some of her friends.

“Hello, sissy. How has your day been?” She asked as she turned around for me to take her jacket.

“Good, Mistress.” I hung up her jacket. “May I greet you properly now?”

“You may.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I dropped down to my knees behind her, lowered the back of her leggings and planted a kiss on both of her ass cheeks before pulling her bottoms back into place.

“Good girl. I assume the house is nice and tidy?” She asked as I stood back up.

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Glad to hear it, I think you may have smudged your lipstick while kissing my ass, by the way.” She said as she walked past me into the house.

“Oh! Thanks.” I said, quickly pulling out a tube of red lipstick and touching up the colour on my lips.

Later that night…

“So, sissy, what do you feel like doing tonight?” Kristina asked. “Would you like me to take off your cage or would you prefer it if I put on my strap on?”

“Whichever you prefer, Mistress.” My reply came automatically.

“But I'm asking you. I could unlock your cage and play with your little cock or I could bend you over the bed and fill your slutty ass with a nice, thick cock. Which one would you prefer?”

“Well….I….” I blushed as I realized what my answer was.

“It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed with me. Which is going to be?”

“The strap on, please.”

“Haha, you're turning into quite the anal lover. Carry on like this I might never need to take your cage off again.” Kristina chuckled.

Before bed I was allowed to kneel outside the shower while I Kristina cleaned herself, her panties had been draped over my head and I had been told to keep them there, breathing in her scent while she got showered. I spent the time eagerly anticipating the rough fucking I would receive from her strap on when she was finished…

—

“Ruff, ruff.” I barked, eliciting a round of laughter from Kristina as we walked through the local supermarket.

“Hahahahah, I think you just scared the woman looking at the cereal.”

I blushed a deep red. “Shit! It's your fault, you've had that damn collar on me for almost two days.” I replied, referring to the devious collar that would shock me every few minutes unless I let out a dog-like bark.

“It's not my fault you make such a cute puppy. Besides, I love it when that happens.”

“Yeah I'm sure it's lots of fun for you.” I grumbled.

“Careful, babe, or next time I'll leave the collar on for a week, see how long it takes you to stop barking then.”

“Sorry, Mistr-errm, shit.” I stopped myself from calling her Mistress in public, hoping that nobody had heard me.

“Haha, you're so whipped. Come along, pet.” She laughed as I followed behind her with the trolley.

I smiled to myself while I knew she couldn't see me, even though she already knew just how grateful I was that she became my new neighbor.

The end.

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