New neighbours (M/F)

[Bondageboi]

The mailbox groaned under the weight of a new set of envelopes. It was moving day for the new neighbors. The bright red truck with their possessions had been parked outside number 23 for hours now, and the occasional thud of furniture echoed through the quiet, suburban street. Christian, a fifteen-year-old with a mop of unruly hair and a penchant for adventure, watched from his bedroom window as a tall, athletic woman with a dyed red/pink hair and a piercing in her eyebrow stepped out of the house, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand: tight black t-shirt, Jeans, barefeet.

Christian's curiosity grew as he observed the woman, who looked to be in her early forties, directing the movers with a calm confidence that seemed to radiate from her. Her partner, a petite blonde in her early twenties, wearing red top, lycra running shirts and trainers, skipped around the moving van with a contagious smile. They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their laughter carrying in the stillness. Despite the stark differences in their age and style, the love between them was palpable, and Christian felt an unexpected pang of envy for the closeness they shared.

Suzanne, Christian's mum, peered over his shoulder. "Those must be the new neighbors," she said with a tentative smile. She was a single mother, her eyes filled with a mix of wariness and hope that the new couple might bring a spark of diversity to their otherwise monotonous lives. "Why don't you go say hello?" she suggested gently. Christian nodded, swiping a hand through his hair to smooth it down. He took a deep breath and stepped out into the sunlight, his bare feet feeling the warmth of the concrete beneath him as he approached the driveway next door.

The older woman, who introduced herself as Rachel, noticed him first. "Hey there," she called out, her voice warm and inviting. "I'm Rachel, and this is my wife, Lilly." Lilly waved, her cheeks dimpling.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," said Cristian. Rachel, extending a hand in greeting, that was surprisingly dry and rough. As they talked, Rachel's bare feet remained firmly planted, almost defiant against the gravel. Her gaze was direct, her handshake firm. Christian felt a strange mix of comfort and unease.

Suzanne joined them, her eyes widening slightly when Rachel mentioned her wife. Rachel noticed her reaction and gave a knowing smile. "We know we're a bit unconventional for around here," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But we promise we're harmless." Lilly looped an arm around Rachel's waist, her blonde hair bobbing as she nodded in agreement.

Christian felt a flicker of excitement at the mention of 'unconventional'. He'd always felt like an outsider in their small town, where everyone seemed to follow the same script. The two women's openness was like a breath of fresh air. Suzanne invited Rachel and Lilly over for tea, knowing how diffic moving house can be, and the four of them sat around, three women opening a prosecco bottle and offering Christian a small glass. The conversation flowed easily, covering topics from school to the local sports teams, and the upcoming town fair.

A few days later, Rachel and Lilly knocked on their door with a plate of freshly baked cookies. The house smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, and the sight of Rachel's bare feet on their doormat made Christian's heart flutter in an odd way. It was summer, ut did this older woman never wear shoes outside? They chatted for a while longer, the women asking about Christian's hobbies and interests. The unconventional , Christian talked about his online gaming, and the nivels her read by Jon Norman. Rachel, with a wink at Lilly, suggested they might have some ideas to share with him. Suzanne, caught off guard by their directness, felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Rachel, noticing her discomfort, quickly changed the subject, but the air between them had shifted.

The next weekend, Rachel and Lilly invited Christian and Suzanne to a backyard barbecue. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the neatly trimmed lawn. The smell of sizzling meat filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of Rachel's favorite brand of incense. The table was laden with an array of dishes, and the sound of laughter and music floated over from the other neighbors' houses. Rachel, her feet still bare, offered to show Christian their basement gym. He followed her, his heart racing, unsure of what to expect. Downstairs, the room was surprisingly cool and dimly lit. The walls were lined with equipment, but what caught his eye was the collection of ropes and ties in one corner, hanging from hooks. Rachel saw his curiosity and offered a knowing smile. "Ever been tied up?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Christian's eyes widened, but Rachel's tone was playful, not predatory. He felt a strange thrill at the question. "No," he managed to croak out.

Rachel nodded. “Would you like to tie me up?”

Christian felt his cheeks burn. “I-I wouldn’t know how,” he stuttuered.

Rachel chuckled. “Well, I’d be happy to show you. Come rou d tomorrow when your mum’s at work.”

Christian agreed, his mind racing with questions and excitement. The next day, he arrived at Rachel and Lilly’s house, his stomach in knots. Rachel met him at the door, her feet still bare and wearing just lycra running shirts and tight sports top. He kicked his shoes off at the door. Ow also barefoot, and she led him down to the basement again. The gym was as he remembered it, but now the ropes and ties seemed to have multiplied. Rachel sat on a bench and began to explain the basics of shibari, a form of Japanese bondage art that she practiced. Her hands moved deftly as she demonstrated different knots and patterns.

Suzanne, who had invited Lilly to a neighborhood book club, was oblivious to the activities in the basement, thinking her new neighbour was simply ensuring Christian ate properly when she was out.

. Rachel's instructions were clear and patient, and Christian found himself getting lost in the intricate dance of the ropes. Rachel's eyes held a gentle, almost motherly warmth, making him feel safe despite the unorthodox situation. When it was his turn to try, his hands were clumsy, but Rachel guided him with a firm yet gentle touch.

The first tie was simple, just a loop around Rachel's wrists, but as he followed her instructions, he felt a strange sense of power mingle with his nervousness as he tied her forearms parralel behind her back. Rachel's skin was warm and smooth, and he was hyper-aware of every point of contact. His heart hammered in his chest, and he couldn't tell if it was from the excitement or the fear of doing something wrong.

Next, Rachel guided him to her upper body. "Now, for the chest," she said, her voice low and steady. He felt his hands shaking as he picked up a long piece of rope. She sat still, watching him intently, her eyes filled with something that was part challenge, part encouragement. He took a deep breath and began to wrap the rope around her arms, just below her shoulders, and then down to her waist, creating an intricate criss-cross pattern. Rachel's chest rose and fell with each breath, and Christian felt himself growing more comfortable with the task at hand.

"Tighter," Rachel murmured, and he pulled the ropes snug against her body, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath. He was surprised by how natural it felt, as if he had been doing this all his life. Rachel leaned back, giving him more access, and he could see the faint outline of her heart beating in her chest. The ropes grew taut as he wove them around her, creating a beautiful, yet restraining, piece of art.

When they were done, Rachel was bound in an elegant box tie, her feet still bare and wiggling playfully. "Now you don't want me to run away," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Christian's mind raced with thoughts he hadn't allowed himself to have before. He swallowed hard and nodded. Rachel leaned forward, her breath warm on his cheek. "Good boy," she whispered, and something inside him unfurled like a bud opening to the sun.

The basement was silent except for the sound of Rachel's gentle breathing and the occasional crackle of the stereo playing low in the background. Christian's hands hovered over the ropes, unsure of what to do next. Rachel, seemingly reading his mind, spoke softly. "Now, you nave to tie my legs together at multiple levels..”

Christian's eyes followed her instructions, wrapping the rope around Rachel's legs just above her ankles and then again mid-calf, above and below knees and mid thighs. He followed her instructions to loop first, then cinched each loop tightly, feeling the tension build as Rachel's legs became bound. Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection as he worked. Rachel nodded approvingly, her breathing slightly quicker now. "Good," she murmured. "Keep going."

He did as she said, feeling the power dynamics shift between them. Rachel was in control, but she was also entrusting him with something deeply intimate. The ropes grew taut with each pass, and Rachel's legs were now a series of neat, symmetrical loops. He paused, looking up at her for approval. Rachel nodded, her eyes half-lidded. "You're doing great," she said, her voice a little husky. “Now tie my toes.

Christian took another deep breath, his heart racing as he approached Rachel's bare feet. Her toes wiggled in anticipation, and he felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement. He'd never been this close to an adult woman's feet before, other than his mum’s, let alone touched them. He leaned in, the thin cord between his fingers, and Rachel gently spread her toes apart. He began to wrap the rope around them, feeling the roughness of jer feet, a contrast to the softness of her skin. Rachel's toes curled slightly as he worked, “I’m ery ticklish.” and as he finished, she let out a contented sigh. "Just like that," she said, her voice a gentle guide.

Next, Rachel squirmed until she was lying face down, and instructed him to tie her ankles to the ropes around her waist, creating a connection that would keep her legs bound and secure in a sort of hig tie. He moved carefully, looping the rope around her ankles and then pulling it up to attach it to the ropes that crisscrossed her torso. Rachel leaned back and twisted, trying to keep her eyes on him the entire time, watching his every move. The tension in the room grew as the bondage grew tighter, and Christian felt himself getting lost in the moment.

Finally, Rachel was bound completely, her legs folded up behind her in a neat, immobile package. She tested the ropes with a small grunt, nodding in satisfaction. "Perfect," she said, her voice muffled slightly by the fabric of the gym mat she was lying on. "Now, I want you to sit with me."

Christian sat down beside her, his heart racing. Rachel tried amd failed to roll over onto her side, her eyes locked onto his. "Do you like it?" she asked, her voice softer now. "The look of the ropes, the way they hold me?"

He nodded, unable to find the words to describe the tumult of emotions inside him. Rachel's skin was flushed, and her breathing was shallow. "It's... it's amazing," he managed to say. Rachel smiled, her teeth a stark white against her red lipstick. "Good,"

Christian took a deep breath and voiced the question that had been building in his mind. "Could I try gagging you?" Rachel's eyes widened, looking for any sign of malice or discomfort. Finding none, she nodded. "If you want to," she said, her voice still calm and steady. "I can tell,you are bored with me talking."

“No. It-itks. Ot…” he fumbled for words.

“Only joking. Of course you can. I’m your prisomer and hou can domwhat you want to me. Over on that table.” She gestured with her eyes.

Christian found the black tape and a selection of scarves neatly folded on a low table in the corner of the room. His hands trembled as he picked up the tape, feeling the stickiness of it against his fingertips. Rachel watched him, her eyes filled with something that made him feel both nervous and excited. He approached her, the tape and scarves clutched in his hands.

"Choose one," Rachel instructed, her voice low and steady. “And stuff it in my mouth before you tape me shut.” Christian picked out a scarf that was a deep, velvety blue, matching Rachel's eyes. She nodded in approval as he approached her, the soft fabric fluttering between his fingers. Rachel opened her mouth, and Christian felt a thrill run through him as he placed the scarf in her mouth, squeezing it gently in before he carefully put three strips of tape over her lips. Then, without asking, he took another scarf, black silk, and tied it as ablimdfold over her eyes.

Her breaths grew deeper as he worked, and he could feel the heat coming off her body. Rachel's bare feet wiggled in the air, and Christian felt a strange, heady power rushing through him. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, his heart racing in his chest. Rachel looked beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.

The temptation of her black painted nails and wrinkled soles was too much for him. Remembering her confession to being ticklish, he began to run his fingers over her bare feet. Rachel's body jolted, and she let out a muffled squeal. She squirmed against the ropes, trying to pull away, but she was bound too tightly. Christian felt a thrill at her reaction, his heart racing faster as he continued to tickle her feet. Rachel's laughs grew louder, and she wriggled more, trying to escape his touch.

[gaggedrock29]

If only I had a neighbor like this at 15.....or 41 for that matter.

[laz]

an enjoyable tale, looking forward for more. I do hope it stays M/F

[Inkstain]

So far, so good!

[Mona2323]

A nice and very spicy story, I hope there are more chapters, I'm looking forward to it. And it would be very interesting if we saw a "FF/F" where these neighbors dominate the mother (Suzanne) at an opportune moment and then show her off as a trophy for Christian.
Very good, this idea seems very spicy to me and I would like you author to consider using this as an idea for the next story. Thanks for the story!

[MrBind]

Fun story!