Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Maxie & Eve (MdomF, bdsm) There was a woman who lived across from me, in the apartment block across the street from my front windows. I had never spoken to her, she was quite haughty actually, a woman in her late 30s, always elegantly dressed and coiffed. She had one of those arrogant little dogs that such people seem to always have, and she walked it several times a day, so I ran into her fairly often outside my house when I was coming and going. Since she usually saw me unshaven, with muddy hiking boots or hauling my groceries home on my bicycle, and since I also lived in an apartment rather than a house and was obviously not as wealthy as the surrounding neighbourhood, I was evidently relegated to the "pretend-it-doesn't-exist" category of neighbour. But some time after k. had been coming over regularly, I noticed a distinct change in this woman's awareness of me. Eventually I found out her name was Eve. I don't know if Eve actually ever saw me playing with k. or whether she just sensed the energy between k. and I when she saw us around the neighbourhood. But I do remember there was this one time I was playing with k. and perhaps the blinds were not completely closed. I don't think you could have really seen much from the street, but anyone in the top row of apartments across the street was definitely getting a full show, if they were awake and watching. I was doing nothing too outrageous as far as I recall -- I didn't bind her or strike her or fuck her in front of the open blinds -- just playing. But kinky playing. You know how conservative I am about imposing my sexual proclivities on unsuspecting neighbours...unless...they're that certain special kind of unsuspecting. So I don't know if the neighbour woman actually saw this little display of k. or not, but I think perhaps she may have. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure which floor she lived on, I never thought to ask. At any rate, a couple of weeks after this incident with k., I was at the local grocery store, buying water. The whole time I lived in Europe I had no car. But you can't drink the water there at all, it tastes even worse than tap water in NA, so every week I would haul cases of water home on the handlebars of my bicycle. I used pieces of the same cotton rope I usually used to play with k., looped it through the plastic cases, and tied them to my handlebars. I had paid for the water and I was attaching the rope to the cases and I felt someone watching me. I looked up, and there was my haughty neighbour lady, staring at me tying the knots. She actually blushed when our eyes met, and then made a big haughty show of turning away. "Well!" I thought to myself. "Isn't THAT interesting" Sure enough, the next time I ran into her walking her dog her discomfiture and desire was so palpable it was difficult not to laugh out loud. But of course I did not, instead I looked her up and down dispassionately and then looked into her eyes. You know that look -- says nothing, gives nothing, demands everything. And looked and looked as she gradually slowed and I had to fight once more not to laugh out loud, until she finally realized she was locked in eye contact with the scruffy neighbour, blushed again, and stalked off with the yappy dog. And I thought to myself again, "that really is very interesting". The next weekend, k. left my place around 11 Saturday morning to go to her parents place for her monthly visit. I thought about going downtown on the hunt, but decided instead to stay at home. God, I have such impeccable instincts! So there I was, lounging on my couch reading a book when the doorbell rang. What was I wearing...black chino's I think, and a heavy black silk shirt that I only ever wore around the house because it was old and the cuffs and collar were frayed. Unbuttoned, and the Society ring hanging from a chain around my neck, to give my fingers something to toy with while I read. Instinct. When I opened the door, it was neighbour lady. She had this little set determined look on her face, and she opened her mouth to say something and I slid my eyes away from hers and slowly down her body to her expensive dark brown leather boots and slowly back up again. When I got back to her eyes her mouth was still open and she was staring at the heavy ring hanging against my chest. Then -- get this -- she actually made this little squeaky sound. Then she flushed and tightly closed her mouth again. Women -- they really are completely irresistible when they get like this. They're like 3 week old puppies -- utterly adorable, how can anyone not want to play with them? She was wearing a straight brown silk dress that buttoned all the way down the front, short enough to be sexy but long enough to pretend not to be about being sexy at all, the short brown patent leather boots, and heavy stockings with a broad vertical stripe. Very sophisticated -- a delightful contrast with the helpless puppy act. I didn't want her to die of mortification on my doorstep, so I stepped aside and held the door open. She looked at me. I blinked. "Come in," I said. She hesitated, so I turned around and walked away, leaving the door open. I went into the living room and closed the blinds. What the hell -- she would either come in or not. I went back to the hall and she was standing just inside my door, holding her purse in front of her with both hands. The determined, haughty look was back. "What can I do for you?" I asked, and as I said it I reached around her and casually closed the door. I stayed a little too close to her, looking into her eyes. She swallowed. She spoke, in accented English: "I just came here to tell you, about your blinds. Last week--" "I know," I interrupted her agreeably. "I just closed them for you." She stared at me. I waited patiently for her to say something else, but she didn't, so I shrugged. "Turn around," I said. She blinked at me. "Go ahead, it's ok," I said reassuringly. "Turn around." She hesitated, and made an exasperated sigh and turned her back to me. "Shall I go now," she said pointedly. "Definitely not," I said. I pulled her hair back from her face with both hands, stood close to her. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm touching your hair," I said. I breathed in the scent of her hair. "You smell good," I said. I gathered her hair in one hand, pulled it back gently back, let it spill through my fingers. I put my finger on a vein pulsing at the side of her throat. "Your heart is beating so fast," I said. "I don't think--" she said. I interrupted her. "Shhhh. It's ok." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "It's ok." I gathered her hair in my hand again and pulled her head back, slowly, firmly, then ran a finger down the taut line of her throat from chin to the hollow at the collarbone. "The blinds are closed, just like you wanted." I said. Her eyes were closed. "That's why you came here, to ask me to keep my blinds closed when I'm playing with a girl, and I will." I leaned close again, and whispered, "Whatever games I decide to play with a girl, I'll keep the blinds closed, I promise." She shivered. There was a cabinet and set of shelves by my front door. I kept books on the shelves, and on the first shelf, neatly folded was a black knit headband. I picked it up, and unfolded it slowly and pulled it onto her brow. She frowned and started to reach up. "Shhhh," I said. I ran my hands down her arms, gently pulled her wrists behind her. "Relax," I said. I kept the fingers of one hand lightly around her wrist and with the other I pulled the band down over her eyes. Her breath became unsteady. "Mmmm," I said. Her breasts rose and fell. I let my arm brush against one, casually. "In case the blinds aren't enough, this will help you not to see anything you shouldn't." I said. I kissed the tip of her nose. "Now," I said, kindly, smoothing her hair gently back away behind her ears, tucking it back underneath the eyeband, "when people play..." I ran my finger lightly over her ear, "...these kinds of games..." and I turned her away from me a little, by the arms. There was a length of slim black rope behind the books, too, so I fetched it and tucked it into my back pocket. "...it's good for you...to have a word. A special word, so that when it gets too hard for you, too intense...you can use the word. To stop. So you can feel safe." Now I had turned her so her back was to me and pinned her against the cabinet with my legs and left arm -- gently -- and with my right arm I retrieved the next item from my little emergency bondage kit, a roll of wide black cotton tape, that's great for quick bindings. She was trembling, so soft. Already I was entirely entranced by her. Their desire is like a drug for me, it makes me feel so completely tender and gentle and in love. And I can do absolutely anything when I feel that way. "Why don't...why don't we use the name of your dog. What's your little dog's name?" "Maxie" she said. I took the end of the tape in my mouth and pulled out a length a foot or so long. It made that noise that tape makes, loudly and unmistakably. "mmmhmmm" I said. Without letting her loose I shifted my left hand, first to hold her shoulder, and then to chuck her lightly under the chin to get her head up how I wanted it. "Baby, just lift your head up a little...yeah, like that. Perfect" she had a lovely neck. I ran a finger along her collarbone. "Ok, so Maxie. If things get to be too much for you, just say that out loud and we'll stop.Ok?" "yes" she breathed and I was already gently pulling her head back by the hair, the tape held in my mouth, and I pushed the soft ends of her hair under the band to leave her neck free and open and took the tape in both hands and slowly, gently, firmly, with a long exhalation of breath that spilled over her bare neck and her ears and stirred the light hairs that that had escaped my binding I wrapped the tape around her mouth and neck, sealing her lips tightly shut. She gasped and trembled and then she was melting, melting back into my arms with a little moan and I took loose her hair again and wrapped my fingers in it and took her right wrist with my left hand and held it in the small of her back and led her so down the entrance hall and through to my living room and pushed up the eyeband and showed her her bound self in the mirror there on the wall over the couch. I had not kissed her before I taped her mouth, and would not that day. She looked at me, eyes so wide in the mirror. "Mmmm," I said, "look at you." I held her around her waist and pulled her back against me, sharply so that she had to move her feet to keep her balance. "So pretty, and so helpless. What should I do with you?" She made a sound, and glared at me in the mirror. I looked at her, curious how close to the line I was walking. But her breasts rose and fell fast with her breath and though her nostrils flared and she tried to say the name of her dog through her tape she did not pull away from me and her ass moved against me. I replaced the eyeband over her eyes and pulled her head back very far by the hair. I stroked her neck, lightly, I so love to see the muscles in their throats tremble when I touch them. I touched my lips to the hollow above her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat, the hollow behind her ear. "Oh, I am going to fuck you neighbour-lady. Yes." I took her ear in my teeth, breathed, let the sounds of my mouth make her shiver. I whispered, "and every part of you can that can take me will take me and when I let you go you will leave with the taste of me and the smell of me and your body will remember me for a long time." I spun her half around suddenly and threw her to the couch on her back. Her hands flew out to brace her fall and when she bounced on the couch I caught her legs behind the knees and threw them up and pinned her so against the couch with my body. I laughed. "And more," I said. "Fucking never seems to be enough for me, I always want more." She squeaked and twisted and put her hands against my shoulders and pushed hard. I gripped her thighs and held myself tight to her and laughed. She grunted, determined, and put the heel of her hand under my chin and tried to push my head away. I slapped the side of her thigh hard and she added her other hand, pushing against my jaw with all her strength. "Bitch," I laughed, and knocked her hands away. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pushed her face into the cushions and took her hip and flipped her. She wailed, muffled by the tape. She tried to kick out at me and her other knee slipped from the couch, so I knelt on her calf pinning it to the floor. I caught her hands up in the small of her back and held them with one hand and wrestled her other leg to the floor and pinned it too, so that she was kneeling, her body lying forward on the couch. She kept struggling. "Calm down," I said, laughing. She kept struggling. I slapped her ass very hard. "Stop," I said, firmly. She squealed indignantly. And stopped struggling. "Atta girl," I said. I stroked her bottom where I had smacked her. "Good girl. Now. Let's see what you brought me. Did you bring me something nice?." She made a muffled sound. I laughed softly."huh? What nice things did you bring for your neighbour?" I slid the dress up over her hips and tucked it up neatly around her waist. The stockings were the kind that stay up without garters and she was wearing a little pair of panties with translucent panels, dark rich brown satin and gauze that matched her stockings and dress. "Mmmm," I said. "Look at that! Look what a nice thing you brought your neighbour." I could smell her, hell I'd been smelling her since she walked in my door, but now I could really smell her. "mmmm," I said. "That smells good, the little treat you brought me. Should I eat it right away? Hmm?" her hips moved. I trailed the back of my index finger lightly over her pale buttock, brushed it ever so lightly over the crotch of her fancy panties. They were very wet. I retrieved the rope from my pocket and crossed her arms behind her back and bound them so, tucking the hem of her dress in so that it would stay out of the way. I bound her arms very tightly. I'd probably have to loose her within a few minutes, but I wanted her to feel very tightly tied. She gasped when I tightened the ropes and made a little uncertain sound and I knew that she hadn't been bound so before. She struggled a little, experimentally. I stood and regarded her. I let my mood and energy shift, knowing that she would sense this. They always do. "mmm," I said. I knew that she would hear it in just that one little sound and know that she was in trouble. I leaned over and hooked a finger in the back of her panties and tugged them down roughly. I straightened again and watched her body intently. I was going to walk a fine line here -- without knowing her, without negotiation, without even any conversation, and gagged -- I had to read her precisely. And I had to take as much as I could take, that's just the nature of my being. Her buttocks tensed, relaxed. I brushed one lightly with the ends of my fingernails. "Yeah," I said. "Very nice. Let's do 'more' before we do fucking. Don't you think that's a good idea?" She groaned. I kneeled and put my face close to her pussy, let her feel my breath. "Of course you think that's a good idea," I said softly. I touched her ass again lightly, and her outer lips. She wasn't shaved but was neatly trimmed, little tight curls of chestnut-colored hair. "So pretty, and smooth," I said, continuing to caress her bottom, so lightly that she tensed and made a little squeak and moved against my fingers. "Like a...blank canvas," I said. I let desire roughen my voice. "I want to make pretty marks here." I ran a finger ever so lightly over the edges of her inner lips then flicked her clit with my fingernail, quite hard. She gasped and jumped and her whole body went tense and still. "Mmph!" she exclaimed. She sounded quite shocked that the first intimate touch would be so rude. Her back arched and her ass and pussy opened out towards me like a flower. I chuckled, and flicked her clit again, harder. She reacted the same way the second time. She shook her head violently. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." I slid my finger along her inner lips again, letting it slip between them a little. They were red and swollen and tremendously wet. I pushed up against her clit gently and the reaction was...gratifying. I stood and put my hand on her bound arms. "Stay put," I said. I went to my office and fetched a crop from the cabinet there and returned. I regarded the fine ass and pussy before me, and then kicked her legs apart, as far as she could hold them. "Good girl," I said. "Open nice and wide for me." I tapped her sacrum with the crop. "Arch your back," I said. "Make a nice pretty picture for me to put my marks on." She moaned loudly, and shook her head. I tapped harder on the small of her back. "C'mon," I said. "Arch your back. Make yourself nice and open for me." She obeyed as best she could. Her buttocks were trembling as though she'd already been switched. I took her hair and pulled her head back. "Hold your head nice and high, like that," I said. I reached in front of her and undid a couple buttons of the dress and pulled it away from her breasts. Then I pulled her bra up over her breasts. It was tight and I had to pull hard and I heard it tear a little. Ooops, I thought. I regarded her carefully, but she was oblivious. Her buttocks were trembling and her hips were moving in little circles. She was holding her back arched and her pussy and anus nice and open for me, like a good little girl. You can never tell with women, they're strange. They'll come and want you to whip them bloody and then you break a button or accidentally tear a flimsy little pair of favourite panties and they storm off in a huff right in the middle of a good fuck. I switched her lightly with the crop, a playful little tap. She gasped and jumped, pussy and anus tightening. I laughed, delighted. It was clear she'd never been whipped before. I gave her a moment, then pressed the tab of the crop to her sacrum. "Arch your back," I said, patiently. "Open up for me." She obeyed. I switched her twice more, very lightly in the same spot. She jumped a little each time and then each time obediently presented herself again. The spot reddened a little. "So sensitive!" I laughed. I brushed the tab of the crop against her pussy. She pushed against it hungrily. I allowed her to do so for a second or two, and then said, "Don't be greedy," and gave her a proper stroke on the crease. She screamed beneath her tape. I put the tab against her pussy. "Open up," I said. After a moment she relaxed her buttocks and pushed her pussy up and out against the crop. A welt rose nicely. "The real ones feel different, don't they?" I said. She groaned. I patted her clitoris lightly with the crop and she gasped and jumped with each pat. I pulled it away. She tensed. "Mm-mm," I admonished, tapping her sacrum. She presented herself again. I gave her another good stroke, an inch or so above the first. She screamed and twisted away from me on to her hip, pulling one leg up onto the couch. She pushed her head against the back of the couch, pushing the band up from her eyes. She turned, looking at me with frantic eyes. I regarded her carefully. Her breasts hung from her dress, pushed up by the bra. I sat beside her on the couch, setting the crop on my knees and put my hand in her hair, caressing the side of her neck with my thumb. I cupped her breast with my other hand, made a circle on the nipple with my thumb. I pulled up on her hair and she sat up. I looked into her eyes. "Baby, I'm going to spank you," I said. "I'm going to spank all the way up your bottom, four more strokes in nice neat lines, then back down again because the second time makes the lines prettier." She pleaded with her eyes, still half-hidden under the soft black band. "You can scream if you like," I said gently, "that's ok." I tightened my grip in her hair and pulled her head back and leaned forward. "But DON'T move your ass from where I put it." She tried to say the name of her dog and I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Of course," I said, leaning back and spreading my hands, "you COULD always run away." She regarded me, her chest rising and falling, breasts hanging ludicrously from her opened dress. I relaxed, and waited, watching her, amused. She sat there looking at me, uncertain. "On your knees," I said, softly. She obeyed, slowly lowering herself back to the floor. I waited, and after a moment she spread her knees wide apart and arched her back and lifted her head high. Her eyes were closed and wet with tears. I played with her pussy for a while to reward her for her good behaviour, teasing her clit with one hand and holding the other flat on her sacrum, rubbing it in little circles. When she started to moan I stopped. I slid the band back over her eyes. I stroked her anus lightly a couple of times, watching it tighten and open, and then stood. "One," I said. Swish. This one beaded a little. She had to fight hard to stay kneeling. I knelt and played with her pussy some more. When she started to push back towards my fingers I took them away from her. I waited and then flicked her clit with my fingernail to watch her jump. I put my face close to her and ran the tip of my tongue along the edges of her lips, tasted her. Stood. And stroked as hard as I could, a full free stroke. She really tried to stay kneeling for me, she was such a good girl. But one knee went up, she started to twist...I tapped the small of her back. "Be a good girl," I said. She returned to her knees. "You're such a good girl," I said. "Such a nice neighbour." I rubbed the sting away with my palms, aroused her again. There were a few small beads of blood from the last stroke; I put my fingers to her mouth so she could taste her wet and her blood. The last two strokes I made lighter, arousing her between each one. Standing, I regarded her carefully. She had six beautiful stripes, her buttocks were quivering and her hips moving in little circles, and she was making soft little moans. Her pussy was fat and wet and pouting with desire. I knelt and flicked her clit lightly. Again, she jumped and gasped. "Mmm, what do you want? hmm?" I held my face close to her, let her feel my breath, just barely touched the tip of my tongue now to her inner lips, now to the little ridge of skin between her anus and her vagina, now to the tip of her clit. I slipped the tip of my finger between her lips and pressed down lightly. She moaned. I unzipped myself and pulled a couple times on the end of my cock until I was very hard. I slid my hands under her hips and pulled her forward. Her hands were quite dark from the rope, but they could wait a while longer. In one stroke I thrust all the way up inside her. She was so wet that I went in easily. Holding her hips I pulled her tightly against me and made little circles. She made a soft sweet muffled little sound, and tried to rotate her hips in time with mine. I took her hair with one hand and holding hair and hip I fucked her with smooth long strokes. When I heard from the sounds she was making that she would start to come soon I stopped, keeping just the head of my cock inside her and making very small movements. "You're such a greedy girl," I said. I stroked the small of her back and pressed my thumb against her anus. She moaned reproachfully. "Do you want more?" I asked. She nodded. "Mmm," I said. I stroked three more times, swivelling my hips rock'n'roll style. I stopped again and she made a questioning sound. "Jeez, you're so greedy!" I laughed. I licked my thumb and then pressed it all the way into her bottom. She made a protesting sound and tried to squirm away. I pulled her hair sharply. "Be a good girl," I said. "Squeeze my thumb if you want more. Go ahead, squeeze it." She hesitated, and then started to squeeze my thumb with her anus. "Good girl!" I said. I fucked her slowly, with short strokes, one for each squeeze. She started to get excited again. "Mmmm," I said. "There's only six stripes. Only six pretty stripes. You don't think I'm going to let you come without the other six stripes, do you?" I slowed down. She squeezed my thumb hard and tried to push herself onto my cock. "Woah, slow down greedy girl," I said. I pulled my thumb from her ass and my cock from her pussy and released her hair and leaned back. She made a little sob. "Do you want to come, baby?" I asked. She nodded. "Mmmm," I said. I stroked her striped bottom softly with the back of my fingers. Then I flicked her clit, hard, and again she rewarded me by jumping and gasping in shock. I laughed. "You're so cute when I do that," I said. I did it again. She made a long angry frustrated moan and tried to twist her hips away and press her legs together. I held her legs apart with my knees and rapped her ass sharply. "Be a good girl," I said. "Here, let me help you." I put one hand on the small of her back and with the other I played with her clit, nicely, with soft soothing circular strokes. After a moment she relaxed and sighed with pleasure. Her thighs started to quiver and and I pulled my hand away. "Unh-unh," I said. "Not yet, baby. We have six more stripes to make." She shook her head. "No?" I said. I put my hand back. "You don't want to come baby?" I played with her until she started to make little gasps, then withdrew my hand. "Are you sure, baby?" I asked. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" She made a pleading sound. I brushed my fingers over her pussy. "Do you want me to make you come?" She nodded. "But you don't want to be spanked any more, do you baby?" She shook her head. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and slowly pulled her head back very hard. "Oh baby, that's too bad," I said, and slid my cock into her. I put one knee up on the couch over her thigh, grasped her hip digging my fingers into her belly hard enough to leave bruises and fucked her slowly and hard. "That's too bad, because I want to make those pretty stripes. And I always get what I want." She was almost coming and I pulled from her and stood. She tried to rub herself against the couch and I stood between her knees and put my hands under her hips and held her away from it laughing. When she had calmed down a bit, I released her and picked up the crop. I pressed the tab against her sacrum, and asked her if she wanted the last six stripes. She hesitated. I let the end of the crop trail lightly over her anus and the lips of her pussy. She moaned, frustrated, and gave a little nod. "Good girl," I said. Having her commitment, I stroked hard on all six, moving in the reverse direction and overlapping the first six marks, pausing between each stroke to keep her aroused. When I was finished she was sobbing quietly, her ass and thighs quivering uncontrollably, her pussy still red and swollen with desire. "You're such a good girl," I said softly, and kneeling I fucked her slowly and thoroughly and reverently until she came, her body spasming and twisting in a long, noisy orgasm. I untied her arms quickly and massaged them as she sobbed. I sat up on the couch and held her and she curled up into a fetal ball and cried for a long time while I stroked her hair and told her she was a good girl. At some point I slid the band off her eyes but she kept her eyes closed, crying. Her mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks. She looked so beautiful. After a while her sobs subsided and she opened her eyes and looked into mine. She disentangled herself and stood up, hauling up her panties which were still around her thighs. She grimaced. "Oh!" she said. I chuckled and she ignored me. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and frowned, swiped at her eyes. "Wait," I said. I got up and went to the bathroom and returned with tissues and sat down again and watched while she cleaned up her face, ignoring me. When she was done, she folded her arms and stood staring at me. I stood up. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around gently. She resisted a little at first, and then relaxed and turned. "Look," I said, raising her skirt and turning her head to look back in the mirror. Her eyes went wide. "Sheisse!" she said. "What will I do...my husband..." I looked at her gravely. "I think," I said, "That you will have a very bad headache. One that lasts several days." She stared at me. "Perhaps you will even have to go to the Doktor." I said. "Do you have a good Doktor, one that will understand this kind of headache?" I patted her bottom affectionately and she jumped. "Most likely she will tell you you must lie in bed in a dark room for a few days. On your stomach. Until it gets better." My lips twitched. She shook her head. "You are a very bad man," she said. "Yes," I said. "I am. I think you have been very successful about verifying your worst suspicions about me." Her lips twitched then too, and she turned and walked from my living room and left my apartment, collecting her purse from the shelf by the door without saying another word. She was still always a little haughty after that day, but haughty with a bit of a sway to her hips when she walked past. She never spoke to me again, but once, when we chanced to meet in the aisle of the grocery store, she stuck her tongue out at me.