NEXT DOOR
Part 2
By Looney

EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. 
 2000 pentl@yahoo.com -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. 

	The world was spinning. I want to get up from this hard, cold chair, but this man 
specifically told me not to. Phewww, just exactly what happened to me. I feel scared and 
horny and exhausted all rolled into one. If I stand up, I will probably fall down. My legs 
are tingling and my pussy is throbbing to the thumping of my heart. 
"What did I do?"
"Why did I do that?"
Sandy, "Sandy" is my name. He called me slut. Slut Sandy, no Slut Slave Sandy. 
Why did I allow this to happen?  I am not a Slut, certainly not someone's Slave. 
Slowly I turned my head and saw the pictures of me fucking the deliveryman. All 
this trouble because my fucking husband is out of town so much and masturbating is just 
not doing it. I need a dick, a big old cock in me. The damn deliveryman had not even let 
me cum. "Fucker." 
	Man, how was I gonna get out of this? What was I going to do? Staring at the 
clock I had 10 minutes left to sit here. I wanted to get cleaned up and "Why am I still 
sitting here?"  It took me a few minutes to get myself oriented, a few minutes to think. 
"SHIT", if I get up?" If my husband get those pictures. NO,no,no, that can't happen.
	"The letter!"
	"Shit"
	Shaking, I picked it up and opened it. I was really scared that he wanted money. If 
he only knew how much money I have and that if my husband divorces me, with those 
pictures as evidence, I would be broken. I did not care about the teaching job, I did not 
need it. The pre-nup I signed would end it all. Unfolding the note, I slowly read it.

Slave, 

Follow these instructions and nothing will happen. Do not, and you know the 
consequences. Everything, complete obedience, or ruin your life. You will either 
obey, or not. There is no middle ground.

1.	Be ready at 8:30 PM.
2.	Shave your pussy smooth.
3.	Wear the following items and only the following items.
	A short, not tight, miniskirt.
	Thong panties.
	A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front.
	A small amount of makeup.
	High heels.

	NO Bra!    NO Hose!

	DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCOMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF. 

	Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in 
the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his 
blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching. "Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not 
have much time to get ready.  I guess I will have to do what he says. The alternative was 
not so pleasant.
	After wiping down the kitchen chair, I stumbled upstairs to take a shower. My 
mind was still reeling from the thoughts and feelings I had. I am not so sure that he was 
correct. I sure got off on everything he did to me. My ass was still tender from the 
spanking I got and my nipples were sore. Lowering my hand, my pussy was sopping wet 
and sensitive as hell. Rubbing my finger in circles over my clit, why was I so horny? 
Why was the thought of being made to do something, and having no choice about it, 
making me so wet? "Fuck him!" I will still do whatever I want, damn it! I laid down on 
the bed and reached over to get my dildo. I needed no lubrication, so I crammed it into 
my gash. After about two or three strokes I started to cum. My legs shook and I clenched 
up and then collapsed. That's three massive orgasms in a few hours. I have never done 
that before. "Fuck", what was I going to do?
	I got up and gathered up the clothes to wear, per his instructions. I felt so 
frustrated. I wanted to call his bluff, but my ass was so tender. You could still see a hand 
mark from where he hit me. I quickly took a shower and got ready. I made sure that I had 
time to eat before he arrived. I did not like going without a bra. My breasts will hold there 
own in any contest, but they jiggled when I walked and the nipples were rubbing against 
the material making them constantly hard. At least my white blouse was dirty. You could 
see right through it. I made a sandwich and got some water. As I grabbed some ice cubes, 
I shuddered at the thought of him shoving the cubes up my cunt. "God, I came hard!"
	As I turned around, I yelped loudly. He was standing right next to me. He scared 
the shit out of me! "I took your keys and made myself a copy," he said nonchalantly.  He 
slowly ran the back of his hand down my face and over my breasts ending up between 
my legs. He ran his fingernail over my panties, pinching my pussy lips right over my clit.
	"Good, good, slave. Exactly as ordered, nice and smooth. We will certainly have 
fun tonight!" 
	"Did you play with yourself, slut? I instructed you not to, but your eyes say 
something completely different." He grabbed my hair by the back of my head and said, 
"Did you masturbate and spank that pretty pussy of yours? HUH!"
	"I-I-Umm-Yes, I did! You can't control my every move." I said defiantly. 
	"AAUUGGHH," I cried as he grabbed my nipple and twisted it cruelly. I fell to 
my knees and tried to get away. 
	"My power over controlling you extends to every aspect of your miserable 
fucking life. If I don't want you to pee for a week, you won't!"
	"AAAUUUUGGGHH," The pain in my nipple was killing me.
	"Whatever I order, you will obey, right!?"
	"Y-Yes."
"We are going to be out in public tonight. You will do everything I say, correct!"
	"Y-Yes, sir" I said. I was scared to death. 
"Wha-where are we going?" I never thought we would be leaving. 
	"Shut the FUCK up, bitch. You are not to speak until you are spoken to, and you 
will only respond if asked a specific question. You will obey ANYONE who decides to 
speak to you, anyone at all!" 
	"Get up Slave!" He ordered. He set a bag down and started looking for something. 
He took out a camera and told me to turn around and bend over. I kept my hands by my 
side and slowly bent over. He raised my skirt up and kicked my legs apart. "Ohh," I 
moaned as he grabbed the string to my thong and pulled it up into the crack in my ass. He 
squatted down and snapped a few pictures and ran his finger across the tight fabric 
covering my pussy.
	"Gee, Slut Sandy, Your pussy is already wet, and it is only 8:35. You must enjoy 
being a whore! Maybe I didn't get as lucky as I thought. This seems to come pretty 
natural to you." 
	I thought to myself, and could not figure why this turned me on so much. I started 
liking the fact that I could not talk. I just had to take it. But, I had a funny feeling in the 
pit of my stomach about the rest of the evening.
He put the camera away and got out some sort of rolled cigarette. As he started 
lighting it, I realized that it was pot. He brought drugs into my house. Eww, it really 
stunk. He inhaled really hard and pulled me towards him. He put a hand on my chest and 
my back and squeezed all of the air out of my lungs. He grabbed my mouth to kiss me 
and blew all the smoke down my throat.
"Hold it in, Sandy. Don't let the smoke out."
	My lungs were burning and I started coughing and gasping for air. He just started 
laughing at me. "First timers, how sad. Well, we will have to do it again, till you can 
control yourself"
	Again, he took a long drag on the joint. He pointed at my chest and I reluctantly 
blew all my air out. Maybe it would be better this time. I at least knew what to expect. 
Whoosh, and my eyes started watering. 
	"Don't you waste that good pot smoke. Hold it in. If you let it out, maybe we will 
just stay here and see how much of a whipping you can take," He said with a grin.
I held it for at least one minute, and he finally let me breathe. I got dizzy 
immediately and had to sit down. He grabbed my arm, pulling me up, and said, "Let's go. 
You have places to be." I stumbled along in my high heels towards the garage.  He put 
me into the passenger seat and started the car.
"Undo a few of those buttons on your shirt. Let me see a little tit, slut."
	I unbuttoned the top two buttons and just sat there. I hoped none of the neighbors 
saw us leave together. I wondered about his wife also. Where was she? How did she fit 
into this? I was certainly not going to ask him, though. My right nipple still hurt like shit 
from the last time I didn't follow his instructions.
We drive into town, about 20 minutes. He turned into a gas station and pulled up 
next to the pumps.
"Get out and fill up the car."
	I started to button my shirt and he slapped my hands away. "Not a chance, little 
girly! Just like you are. And for once again assuming you know what is best for yourself, 
you lose another button."
	He undid button number three and now you could see my tits clearly. I got out 
and walked around to the pump. I used my teller card and started pumping the gas. The 
nozzle did not have a little clip, so I had to hold the damn thing with my hands. It was 
really windy outside and my skirt and my shirt kept flying up and open. I was frantically 
trying to hold one or the other closed, but was not having good luck. As I looked up, he 
was sitting there laughing at me. Furiously, I turned away and noticed several other men 
at their cars, watching me. They must have been getting an eye full, with my clothes 
flapping around as they were. He rolled down the window and told me to wash the 
windows. I got the squeegee and had to lean over the hood to get at the whole window. 
	There were now more men just standing at the pumps watching me. I certainly have 
never been an exhibitionist, but when I turned around to put the wiper away, the man 
behind us was just standing there with his mouth open.
"Walk over to him and tell him that he should get his wife to do the same for him. 
Then pinch your nipples for him and get into the car."
I paused, unsure if I would do it. The car started and I heard, "I'll leave you here, 
damn it. Go do exactly what I told you!"
	I walked over to the car next to us, straight up to the guy, and I felt everyone's 
eyes on me. I know I wasn't smiling, but I forced out the words.
	"Mr. you should get your wife to do this for you." I reached into my shirt, which 
was still flying around in the wind, and touched my nipples. I rolled them in my fingers 
and winced at the pain from them being twisted. I turned around and got back into my 
car. 
"Good girl. Haha. He does not even know what to do with himself. Spread your 
legs. SPREAD em! Look! What a little slut. Your panties are soaking wet. Seems that 
your body is giving your true self away, Hahahaha."
	Why was I this wet. I did not even realize it. I certainly did not like everyone 
staring at me, but I did feel a rush of adrenaline having to squeeze my nipples in front of 
a stranger. He drove off and grinned at me, laughing. "You will need that wet pussy for 
later, Slut Slave Sandy."
My God, what did he mean by that?

