Our Neighbor

The video opened on my screen, and my eyes widened as I took in Kim’s dark auburn hair, her mature Latin features, and her soft green eyes. She was close to 40, maybe a little over, but she had an ageless, striking allure. It was her presence really. She looked somehow in charge at all times, but at ease, as if effortlessly so, and a wink or a glance from her eyes spoke volumes.

Her face was close to the camera and she was laying on her stomach with her legs crossed, bent up at the knees, her bare feet floating alongside her head, and she looked pleased and relaxed as she flexed them. I shrunk under the covers, my knees tucked up in front of me, and I gazed at the screen as I watched her watch herself, the pride and power and appreciation in her eyes as she looked back at her soles.

I took it all in, the sight of her in her tight blue jeans and her crisp, stylish top, the hints of her bedroom around her, the haze of late afternoon light in which she bathed. She sighed in contentment and laid her head down, looking up at her screen, and she smiled as she slowly moved them back and forth, and then she sat back up on her elbows.

“Annie?” she said, her eyes looking back down past her toes. She turned the camera slightly and there she was, naked and tied up in ropes, her hair a mess, looking back at Kim with a helpless, forlorn expression. “Open your mouth.” She said it so clearly and matter-of-factly, so brightly, and when she looked down and had seen that Annie had done as she said she looked back at her screen.

She watched herself guide her foot into Annie’s mouth, and as Annie’s eyes squinted and she looked upward helplessly Kim broke into a devilish smile and she looked right into the camera.

“Haha,” she chuckled to herself. “How do you like that?” She pulled her ankle back and ordered Annie to suck her toes, and then she said, “This little bitch really knows how to take a foot in the mouth.”

I cringed and watched my Annie’s lips wrap around her superior’s toes, the dark blue nail polish slipping in and out as she sucked. Her face was red and flushed, and she looked completely defeated and submitted to Kim.

“Maybe soon I’ll see where else she can take it,” Kim continued, looking back down at her slave, watching the effect her words had as she stuck her foot in deep again, and I heard Annie moan around it.

Kim pulled out her foot, turning over on her back and switching the camera to let it look down her body, and then she lifted both her legs and started slapping Annie’s cheeks with her soles. She slapped her a few times on each side, back and forth, and poor Annie just pouted as she took the harsh treatment. She shuddered and whined as Kim covered her face with her feet, and then she switched the camera back to look up at her.

“Now,” she said, looking past the camera at her feet before acknowledging the video again. “I want you to strip naked, put on a pair of Annie’s little granny panties, and get on your hands and knees and crawl over here. You’re going to knock on my door three times and then you’ll wait on my doorstep until I decide to let you in. Better hurry though, cause you’ve already wasted time watching this video and your pathetic little girlfriend is gonna have to suck my feet until you get here.” She gave another little chuckle and the video shut off.

I stared at the phone, the screenshot of Kim laying in the pose, her beautiful, wicked face, and felt a shudder pass through me. I looked over my shoulder at the wall of our bedroom, the shared wall between our apartments, and I listened for a moment to hear if there was any noise coming from Kim’s living room. I couldn’t hear anything, but as I pulled off the covers and my few clothes I thought I heard Kim’s laugh. I imagined poor Annie, bound and subjected to Kim’s feet, imagined her whining as Kim humiliated her. I looked down on the floor, embarrassed by the idea of being made to wear my girlfriend’s panties by another woman, but I knew better than to fail to do as she said.

The door creaked into the cool, fluorescent-lit hallway as I crawled next door, my ass humiliatingly covered in pink cotton with big black polka dots, my penis bulging awkwardly in the front, and after knocking I sat there with my heart pounding as she made me wait. I dreaded the thought of another neighbor coming out into the hallway or from the opposite side with the elevator, and I looked up at the brass characters saying “5C” while she let me sweat it out.

I had plenty of time to think about how it had come to this, how Annie had come under Kim’s spell, and how I had too. I remembered the night it all started, the night we moved in. We had been shown the apartment rather quickly in retrospect, but we really loved the place and it was what we could afford.

We didn’t have that much stuff so we got moved in and started setting things up. It was our first real place together and we were ecstatic about all the little details, arranging the furniture, putting things up on the walls. We were so proud of our little home, so impressed with our new situation, until that first night when we went to bed wanting to christen the new apartment and the new sheets we had bought.

I warmed her up with my tongue and then as I entered her she moaned loudly, more loudly than usual because of our newfound freedom, and she got louder still as things progressed, my own grunts mixed in for good measure, and then before long we were joined by another voice through the wall. Annie stopped me and we listened, hearing the low, dull thrum of a powerful vibrator and Kim’s short, intense cries of pleasure. I remember we looked at each other and laughed, and we kissed each other and finished, but as I look back on it now I can only imagine what was going through her mind on the other side of that thin wall.

Apart from when it happened again the following night, for the next few days we didn’t think much about it, except to snicker a little and give each other knowing looks when we walked past her door. It did make us wonder, though, who our neighbor was, what she was like. When I’d go out to smoke in the mornings I’d see her taking off for a run, but I didn’t know it was her until a few days later. We had all ridden the elevator together, both Annie and I noticing the fetching older woman in a crisp, professional blazer and skirt, and as we got off together it started becoming more clear.

“That’s her!” I mouthed to Annie as we turned the corner, and sure enough there was a moment where we stood just a couple of feet apart at our doorways, and she let it hang in the air for a second or two before turning to us and smiling. She introduced herself and welcomed us to the building. We smiled back and in a roundabout way managed to say we hoped we weren’t too noisy, and she almost laughed but waved it off as we continued chatting a little in the hallway.

“Well we were just getting ready to make dinner. Would you like to join us?” I was surprised. Annie wasn’t usually very outgoing. She wasn’t shy exactly, just meek and a little nervous, but as I looked at her I could tell that something in her was drawn to the woman and wanted her company. Kim adjusted the laptop bag slung over her shoulder and smiled again, and she said she’d love to once she got settled in after work.

When we got inside Annie hurriedly put down the grocery bags she was carrying on the counter and spun around with wide eyes and an excited expression. “Oh my god!” she whispered, and I smiled back as I set down my bags too. “She’s gorgeous!”

I agreed that she was, and Annie looked flushed as she said how hot it was to hear her masturbating while we fucked. We whispered briefly about the night’s potential, excitedly considering the possibilities, and then Annie started scurrying around to tidy up while I started cooking. She put on a little background music and misted the room with some essential oil spray. She came up behind me at the stove and kissed my neck, putting her hands on my hips, and I turned around and we were kissing when we heard the knock at the door.

“I hope we’re having something that goes with red,” she said, holding up the bottle of wine she had brought over as Annie let her in. She had changed out of her work clothes and adopted a slimming black top and matching comfortable pants and sneakers, but even dressed down she looked well put together.

“Perfect!” Annie said with a grin, and she poured us each a glass and invited Kim into the living room and they sat down on the couch together. We all chatted for a while, what we did for work, what we did for fun. We learned that Kim was in marketing and that she lived alone, spending most of her spare time at the gym or watching movies.

“That is, of course, when I’m not…” She laughed.

“What?” Annie prompted her.

“Well, haha, you know, I’ve got another major interest. You could almost call it a hobby.” She grinned again and we waited for her to elaborate. “I mean, these walls are thin so you must have some idea. I think our beds actually sit against the same wall.”

I stirred the sauce one last time and turned around, and I saw Annie blushing as she stared, transfixed, at Kim.

“What can I say?” she continued. “I like to show myself a good time.” We all agreed that was a good thing, and I set the plates on the table and told them it was ready. “I mean,” she said as we all sat down, “I don’t know why the sexual experience isn’t a central interest for most people. I don’t know how anyone can just ignore it or not care about it. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

Our forks and knives scraped and squeaked on the plates as we discussed this, as we talked about sexual identity and sexual expression and exploration. I bristled when I felt the side of her sneaker brush against my calf, just for a moment, and then I felt a chill as she stopped.

“Well that was just delicious,” she said happily, and Annie kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for cooking as she got up to take our dishes to the sink. “Does he do all the cooking?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Annie replied over the sound of the water. “When we don’t eat out. He does a lot of the cleaning too, he says he likes to take care of me.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at me, and I felt Kim’s sneaker return to my leg.

“Wow! Haha. Does he serve you?”

Annie dropped the fork she was washing. She picked it back up and looked over her shoulder at Kim. “What do you mean?”

Kim finished her wine and smiled again. “Well, I mean, have you got him trained?” Her eyes fixed on me. “Is he a good boy?”

Annie shut off the water, wiped her hands, and turned around. “You mean…” Kim giggled and leaned back, withdrawing her leg and bringing it up to the edge of her chair.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” she said. “I just wondered what the score was around here.” Annie and I exchanged mildly puzzled looks. “Ah,” she continued. “I see. You two haven’t worked that out yet.”

Annie stepped back to the table and poured the last of the wine into Kim’s glass. “Do you mean… like are you into…” She couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. Kim raised her glass and took another sip before answering.

“I just think there’s an order to these things. A natural way about them. I think everybody’s happier when they know their place.”

The door finally opened, just an inch or two, and I heard Kim’s footsteps heading back into the apartment. I was desperate to get inside, but I knew to wait to be called. “Come!” she said, and I crawled in through the doorway.

“Well hey!” she said from the couch, her toes jammed in Annie’s mouth. “Look who it is! Aren’t you glad to see my little bitch boy?” Annie looked at me through teary eyes, her mouth full of feet, her cheek stretching to accommodate them. Her naked body seemed exhausted, and her nipples were swollen and erect, like Kim had been pinching them.

Poor Annie. Silly, dorky, pretty Annie. I looked at the contrast between them, Kim looking laid back and amused, every inch of her dripping with power and grace, and Annie, looking used, beaten, and defeated. She was so abject and helpless, her frizzy, curly blonde hair in a ragged ponytail, and she had adjusted to the ropes that encircled her body and seemed cradled by them.

“Go on,” she said to me, nodding her head towards my girlfriend. “Kiss my slave’s feet.”

I crawled over to Annie’s spot on the floor and sought out her feet, wrapped in the only clothing that Kim had permitted her to wear (a pair of dirty navy blue ankle socks). I kissed them gratefully and crawled back to look at the both of them, waiting for my next instructions.

“Get up!” she said to Annie, pulling her feet back. “Time to get your cunt kicked.”

Annie awkwardly but determinedly got off the ground, and she stood before Kim, her arms bound behind her back.

“Well go on, bring it to me,” she said, sitting up on the couch and crossing her legs. Annie stepped closer and stood with her legs apart. “I’m not gonna chase you all over this apartment. Spread your legs!” Annie spread wider.

I watched as Kim snapped her foot into Annie’s crotch, and I winced as Annie grunted. She did it a few more times and looked down at her foot. “Your pussy got my foot wet you little slut, I’m gonna make you lick it off in a minute. Get over there!” She pointed to the wall and Annie assumed the position again.

“You!” she said to me. “Over here!” She snapped her fingers and I crawled in front of Annie, and Kim sat down on my back and resumed her kicking. I listened as she kicked over and over, and when Annie started groaning I began to whine.

“Ugh!” Kim exclaimed. “Honestly!” She got up and went into the bedroom, and when she came stomping back she was holding a soiled pair of her athletic ankle socks, white with two thin black stripes across the toe. She balled them up and grabbed my nose, pinching it and ordering me to open my mouth. When I did she shoved the socks inside and slapped my cheek before sitting back down on my back. “That oughta shut you up.”

I tasted her sweat as she kicked Annie’s pussy, and when she was satisfied she ordered Annie back to her knees and to lick her feet clean again. When that was done she leaned down and inspected them before patting her face gently and kissing her on the cheek. She got up off me and pulled Annie back up to her feet, and then she ordered her to lay on the couch with her feet propped up on its arm.

“Get up!” she said to me as she walked over to the kitchenette, and when I did she returned with a bottle of olive oil. She pulled off Annie’s socks and poured the oil onto her feet and rubbed it in as she spoke. “Now, slut. You’re gonna get your feet fucked while I sit on your face, and you’re gonna eat me out while you think about that worthless pussy of yours.”

She stepped towards me and yanked Annie’s panties to the side, releasing my cock and grabbing it with her oiled hand. She stroked and tugged for a minute until I was hard, and then she pulled on it and led me over to Annie’s feet.

“You’d better get used to fucking feet,” she said as she took off her jeans, revealing a lacy pair of crotchless panties. “Starting now this little bitch’s pussy is on a strict diet– strapon cock only!” Annie whined. “And if you wanna fuck a pussy you can beg to fuck mine.”

She stuck my cock between Annie’s feet and Annie accepted it gently, positioning herself to grip me with her soles. She pushed them together and trembled as Kim stepped up onto the couch and squatted over her. And then, before I knew it, her face was covered in pussy.

“I didn’t tell you to lick yet!” Kim scolded. Annie shuddered beneath Kim’s crotch, holding herself still and accepting the woman’s sex. “That’s right, you just think about it for a little while, how lucky you are to have my pussy in your face, and try to be grateful. And you. If you cum before I do you’re gonna be in big trouble. Now fuck.”

“Lick!” she shouted as I started thrusting between Annie’s feet. I watched Annie’s chin drop as her mouth opened, and as Kim started to buck her hips I watched her tongue slip into her folds.

I moaned into Kim’s gym socks, already close to the edge, and she grinned wickedly with her mouth open and her tongue against her teeth as she began gyrating her hips, grinding herself down onto Annie’s face. She’d lift her ass up occasionally, letting Annie gasp for air, and I’d glimpse her face between Kim’s legs. She licked desperately, and I desperately tried not to cum as I watched her. I slowed down abruptly, trying to breathe and hold it in.

“I said fuck those feet bitch!” I winced and started thrusting again. “And suck on those socks! I went for a long run in them this morning so they should be nice and sweaty for you.” I cringed and moaned into her socks again, and she laughed and started gasping.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” she said, thrusting down onto Annie’s face again. She grunted and shifted and then really started riding her, grabbing behind her for Annie’s hair. Annie let out a muffled squeal and started licking even more furiously, moving her head side to side and bringing her lips into it, slurping and sucking as Kim sighed and gasped faster and faster.

I was really getting overwhelmed now, and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer, and Annie was making it worse the way she was flexing and pushing her soles together. Finally though, Kim started moaning sharply, Annie’s tongue reaching for her clit, and she reached down and grabbed Annie’s tits as she slammed her ass down and came.

I sighed with relief, holding out for the last stretch, and Kim stiffened her arms and lowered her head for a moment before sighing heavily and climbing off of the couch. I looked down at Annie’s red, soaking face, her eyes bleary and her expression overwhelmed, and then suddenly I felt Kim grab my balls from behind.

“Cum,” she said softly in my ear, tugging gently on them and pressing her thighs against my ass. “Cum on her feet.” As I started letting go she released me and grabbed my hips, pulling me gently back and I spilled exhaustedly onto Annie’s soles. It was so humiliating.

“Good. Good boy.” She stuck her hand inside the panties and rubbed my ass, patting it gently. “Okay. Get down on your knees.”

I slumped onto the ground, the last of my load dribbling helplessly from my cock, and I closed my eyes for a moment before she stood over me, her knees pressing into my back, and reached down to my mouth. She pulled out her gym socks, inspecting them for a moment before turning the soles out and using them one at a time to mop my cum off of Annie’s feet.

“Open up,” she said again, and my lips parted as she shoved one of them in. The taste of my cum hit my tongue instantly, exactly as she had intended, and I sighed and pouted as it sunk in. “And one for you.” She stepped over to look down at Annie before stuffing the other cumsock in her mouth. She moaned into it as Kim pushed it past her lips and patted her on the cheek.

“Now,” she said. “For my sweet little slut, it’s time to get fucked.” Annie’s lips quivered around her mouthful of sock, and she nodded softly, her eyes still closed. “Huh?” said Kim, her voice slowly raising. “I said it’s time for my slut to get fucked!” Annie groaned loudly, here eyes pinching shut tightly. “Get up.”

“You,” she said, unbuttoning her top and pulling her arms out of it. “Come here and lay down on the floor. Face up.” She pointed to the space alongside the couch, and as I positioned myself she smacked Annie’s ass and told her to bend over my head. Annie looked down at me and our eyes met as she shuffled forward and assumed the position. I could tell how much she wanted it, how badly she needed her pussy fucked.

I looked up at her swollen, glistening mound and saw Kim’s hand reach down to check her wetness. I heard her adjust the velcro straps of her harness. And then, I saw her thick, bright green girlcock press up against my Annie’s vagina.

“I want all that cum sucked out of my socks so I can wear ’em on my run tomorrow.” She pushed, and I watched the dildo disappear.

She thrust it in deep, pushing the whole thing inside of her, and she pressed her hips into Annie’s and pushed her ass up, making her weak legs go slack as her weight wrapped her tightly around it, and then she let her back down and started fucking her.

Annie let out little moans and squeaks as she sucked on the sock, and I could only imagine her helpless expression as Kim’s strapon pounded her again and again. I could see Kim’s wet pussy in her crotchless panties underneath the dildo, and I wished she would let me drink from her, wished I could have her smother me, but I could only watch.

It didn’t take long. Poor Annie had been so worked up for so long, she was tired, and as her body stiffened and shook I knew she was getting close. She rocked back into Kim’s thrusts a few times, her muffled groans getting louder, until finally she was slamming her hips back, and as she came she nearly screamed into her gag.

Kim held her hips for a few moments, letting her relax, and I watched Annie’s body as she slumped forward. A few drops of Annie’s fluid dripped onto my forehead and cheeks as Kim pulled out, and I looked up at her swollen, flushed pussy for a moment before closing my eyes.

I opened them again as Kim guided Annie up onto the couch, pulling the sock from my mouth as she joined her. She had untied Annie’s ropes and she held her in her arms as Annie gingerly rubbed her wrists. She pulled the other sock from her lips, kissed the side of her head and looked down at me sweetly, rubbing her foot against my hip, and then Annie opened her eyes and looked around.

She turned over her shoulder and kissed Kim deeply, and then she turned back to look down at me. She lifted her right foot and guided it onto my face. Kim smiled and extended her leg, bringing her foot alongside Annie’s. We laid like that, cuddled up together, for a few moments before anyone spoke.

“Be a good boy and lick our feet.” By this point I was so relaxed and exhausted that it didn’t even phase me. I opened my mouth, and licked.

After a few more minutes Annie finally spoke, clearing her throat softly before she did. “Mistress, did you mean what you said about my pussy diet?”

I heard Kim’s lips smack as they kissed Annie’s head again. “Yes I did sweetie.”

“For how long?”

“Oh, about a week should be enough, if you’re both on your best behavior. If you’re not careful though it could be a very long time indeed.” I heard Annie sigh gently as she nestled deeper into Kim’s arms.

After a minute she said, “Yes ma’am,” and we all laid like that together for a while.

“Well,” Kim finally sighed, “I think it’s time to say good night.” She kissed Annie’s head again and as they removed their feet from my face they kissed each other deeply. I got up and so did Annie, and she came over and hugged me before kissing me on the cheek.

“Wear those panties to bed tonight,” Kim said, reaching forward and tucking my penis back inside. “And you, you’ll sleep naked. You may lick her to orgasm as long as you don’t stick anything inside. I want her hungry for my strapon tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am,” I finally said. Annie took me by the hand as she finished gathering her clothes off of the floor, and we each said good night to our Mistress and kissed her on the cheek. She got up to walk us to the door and then she stopped us.

“You forgot these,” she said behind us, and when we turned around she was holding Annie’s ankle socks. “Open up. Both of you.” We opened our mouths and she pushed them in, one into Annie’s mouth and one into mine.

“Good,” she said. “Good girl. Good boy. Suck them until you’re back in your apartment.” We turned around and she opened the door into the hallway, and she gave each of our bottoms a firm, gentle smack as we shuffled out the door.


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