Who knew the neighbor was into domination and submission.
This was quite a while back, is not exact but it is pretty close to what happened.
Lived in a nice quiet neighborhood 7 doors down from Pamm. She is 10 years older than I, well that is just a guess because of some things she said she never told me exactly, I know her because we are both dog lovers and if I go out of town she looks after my dog and picks up my mail so it is not so obvious that nobody is home. I do the same for her and this has been going on for a while.
After a trip she dropped by to get her mail when she got back in town. At the time she knocked I was ready to throw my computer out the window, it had crashed and I had not been able to get it booted up again all week. Not because it was such a difficult problem but because I am not so swift with computers, I know know a lot of the physical basics but as far as programming goes I think gremlins live inside there which is what makes it work, or not. Pamm on the other hand used to work at a tech company and could built a computer from parts and have it actually work. She insisted on trying to get it going rather than replacing it and took a look. She said it was salvageable but she needed to take it with her so she could use her connection to download some stuff for it. This was great because I was on the verge of thinking I would have to buy another one.
A couple of days later Pamm brought it back working like new, I was thankful but a little perplexed when she left because she just smiled as she walked out and said, I never had any idea you were like that. I said wait wait wait what do you mean but she just looked back, smiled again and walked home. I, like many, look at a lot of things online, well maybe I look at a few things a little weird but I don't leave pictures and such on my computer so I was not sure what she was talking about. Pamm knew exactly what she was doing leaving me wondering, the mind is really good at imaging things.
I did not know it at the time but Pamm had a bit of a different life before she moved here which kept to herself. She used to be very much involved in BDSM, domination and submission, and belonged to a BDSM club, and helped run it in her early years. Older and in a new location she did not try to search out the community after her last move. The club scene is so much younger and she did not want to get involved here. She had been quite the dominatrix and still had some of the trappings of that past in a big box at home. I of course had no clue what so ever about any of this, but I too had my own secrets.
After having my machine back it was not long before I logged off of my messenger account and logged onto the secret one I had created for some naughty chatting online. I noticed pretty quickly that there was a name on my friends list which started with Pamm, I did not recognize this and no way did I put it there. If you could have seen my face it would have been as red as one of those red and delicious apples. things clicked then, I had auto logon enabled with a saved password, the machine is going to log on to the messenger account you were in when you turned the computer off. I remembered what I was doing when the computer crashed, I had been surfing porn sites and had my subsumedpat name logged on. What must have happened is that when she got the computer started my messenger popped up logged onto that name and no telling how many offline messages popped up. I am surprised she did not just bring it back and say you fix it, being that she is older and very conservative, At least I thought she was. This was so embarrassing, she probably looked at my profile which showed me being punished in restraints, of course it did not show the face but she did not need it to know.
I got startled by the computer's alert sound and the new Pamm name lit up, she sent me an IM saying I am sure you are embarrassed but the cat is out of the bag and I think we need to talk Pat. I replied that it is really nothing I was just curious and only logged on to check my mail and had to go. I did not know what to say and had to think about it.
She did not buy it and every time I logged on after that she sent me a teasing message about bondage, spanking or something like that and I sometimes had a similar offline message waiting for me when I logged on. It was driving me nuts, I always had this interest in submission but was embarrassed about it because well, I am a very strong in charge person. I can't have people knowing secrets like that.
She finally won, one night I was a little randy as the britts say and was surfing the net when she came online and started chatting, before I knew it when she said I am going to walk down and knock on the door, you are going to answer, walk back with me where we are going to explore some of the things which interest you. You will either not answer the door and I will leave you alone and never mention it again even if you change your mind. Or you will answer the door, look down and say yes ma'am I am ready.
When I heard the knock my skin tingled all over and I got goose bumps, I started to turn the lights out but walked up to the door just looking at it, I did not really think about it I just opened the door, looked down and said yes ma'am I am ready. We walked back to her house then my embarrassment got worse, This small quiet older woman takes off her long coat and was dressed in a tight fitting short black leather skirt, black stockings with garters showing, a black and red corset things and a belt with a crop tucked in on one side and a pair of restraints on the other. I said I don't know what to say, she said yes you do, you already said it, yes ma'am is pretty much your vocabulary now.
I started feeling horny, which made me feel more submissive, which made me feel more horny, which made me feel even more submissive, which made me feel more horny, which made me feel more submissive and on and on until I found my self on the bed in my undershorts wearing nothing else but a belt around my waist, with my wrists in leather restraints clipped to rings on the side of the belt, and a spreader bar hooked between my ankle restraints. I could not turn over, get up, or hide the bulge in my underwear. And that is when the questioning began with an occasional teasing touch to keep me going. I babbled away saying things I never told anyone while she went down a checklist of questions to ask.
After the questioning she left me a lone for a while and watched TV, after I calmed down she came back in. She was carrying a big bag with a lot of items in it, She said you said no to every fetish item I asked but your eyes and your body said different so since your were not forthcoming we will be using plan B. Before we start you will be given a safe word and a safe signal. The safe word or signal is only to be used in an emergency, it is not to be used to control things, if you use it I will honor it and immediately stop. But you will also be going home because the play will stop for a while so make sure you really need it and are not trying to control the top from the bottom. What we mainly rely on is my being able to decide what you need and can take, the word is just there as a back up and to make it clear you have given up control to me by not using it.
And so it started.
Lived in a nice quiet neighborhood 7 doors down from Pamm. She is 10 years older than I, well that is just a guess because of some things she said she never told me exactly, I know her because we are both dog lovers and if I go out of town she looks after my dog and picks up my mail so it is not so obvious that nobody is home. I do the same for her and this has been going on for a while.
After a trip she dropped by to get her mail when she got back in town. At the time she knocked I was ready to throw my computer out the window, it had crashed and I had not been able to get it booted up again all week. Not because it was such a difficult problem but because I am not so swift with computers, I know know a lot of the physical basics but as far as programming goes I think gremlins live inside there which is what makes it work, or not. Pamm on the other hand used to work at a tech company and could built a computer from parts and have it actually work. She insisted on trying to get it going rather than replacing it and took a look. She said it was salvageable but she needed to take it with her so she could use her connection to download some stuff for it. This was great because I was on the verge of thinking I would have to buy another one.
A couple of days later Pamm brought it back working like new, I was thankful but a little perplexed when she left because she just smiled as she walked out and said, I never had any idea you were like that. I said wait wait wait what do you mean but she just looked back, smiled again and walked home. I, like many, look at a lot of things online, well maybe I look at a few things a little weird but I don't leave pictures and such on my computer so I was not sure what she was talking about. Pamm knew exactly what she was doing leaving me wondering, the mind is really good at imaging things.
I did not know it at the time but Pamm had a bit of a different life before she moved here which kept to herself. She used to be very much involved in BDSM, domination and submission, and belonged to a BDSM club, and helped run it in her early years. Older and in a new location she did not try to search out the community after her last move. The club scene is so much younger and she did not want to get involved here. She had been quite the dominatrix and still had some of the trappings of that past in a big box at home. I of course had no clue what so ever about any of this, but I too had my own secrets.
After having my machine back it was not long before I logged off of my messenger account and logged onto the secret one I had created for some naughty chatting online. I noticed pretty quickly that there was a name on my friends list which started with Pamm, I did not recognize this and no way did I put it there. If you could have seen my face it would have been as red as one of those red and delicious apples. things clicked then, I had auto logon enabled with a saved password, the machine is going to log on to the messenger account you were in when you turned the computer off. I remembered what I was doing when the computer crashed, I had been surfing porn sites and had my subsumedpat name logged on. What must have happened is that when she got the computer started my messenger popped up logged onto that name and no telling how many offline messages popped up. I am surprised she did not just bring it back and say you fix it, being that she is older and very conservative, At least I thought she was. This was so embarrassing, she probably looked at my profile which showed me being punished in restraints, of course it did not show the face but she did not need it to know.
I got startled by the computer's alert sound and the new Pamm name lit up, she sent me an IM saying I am sure you are embarrassed but the cat is out of the bag and I think we need to talk Pat. I replied that it is really nothing I was just curious and only logged on to check my mail and had to go. I did not know what to say and had to think about it.
She did not buy it and every time I logged on after that she sent me a teasing message about bondage, spanking or something like that and I sometimes had a similar offline message waiting for me when I logged on. It was driving me nuts, I always had this interest in submission but was embarrassed about it because well, I am a very strong in charge person. I can't have people knowing secrets like that.
She finally won, one night I was a little randy as the britts say and was surfing the net when she came online and started chatting, before I knew it when she said I am going to walk down and knock on the door, you are going to answer, walk back with me where we are going to explore some of the things which interest you. You will either not answer the door and I will leave you alone and never mention it again even if you change your mind. Or you will answer the door, look down and say yes ma'am I am ready.
When I heard the knock my skin tingled all over and I got goose bumps, I started to turn the lights out but walked up to the door just looking at it, I did not really think about it I just opened the door, looked down and said yes ma'am I am ready. We walked back to her house then my embarrassment got worse, This small quiet older woman takes off her long coat and was dressed in a tight fitting short black leather skirt, black stockings with garters showing, a black and red corset things and a belt with a crop tucked in on one side and a pair of restraints on the other. I said I don't know what to say, she said yes you do, you already said it, yes ma'am is pretty much your vocabulary now.
I started feeling horny, which made me feel more submissive, which made me feel more horny, which made me feel even more submissive, which made me feel more horny, which made me feel more submissive and on and on until I found my self on the bed in my undershorts wearing nothing else but a belt around my waist, with my wrists in leather restraints clipped to rings on the side of the belt, and a spreader bar hooked between my ankle restraints. I could not turn over, get up, or hide the bulge in my underwear. And that is when the questioning began with an occasional teasing touch to keep me going. I babbled away saying things I never told anyone while she went down a checklist of questions to ask.
After the questioning she left me a lone for a while and watched TV, after I calmed down she came back in. She was carrying a big bag with a lot of items in it, She said you said no to every fetish item I asked but your eyes and your body said different so since your were not forthcoming we will be using plan B. Before we start you will be given a safe word and a safe signal. The safe word or signal is only to be used in an emergency, it is not to be used to control things, if you use it I will honor it and immediately stop. But you will also be going home because the play will stop for a while so make sure you really need it and are not trying to control the top from the bottom. What we mainly rely on is my being able to decide what you need and can take, the word is just there as a back up and to make it clear you have given up control to me by not using it.
And so it started.
36-40, M
