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It is a quiet street in a friendly
neighbourhood, seated across from the river and a park by the banks.
During the week days there is the usual city noise, as cars begin
early in the morning to take up parking spots, near enough for a walk
to the business district. People gathering briefcases and satchels,
setting off for a day at work. As evening falls the residents come
home and the city workers cars are long gone. Then it is quiet, much
as on the weekend, especially now in the early summer. The winds and
rain showers of the spring have begun to clear, the river banks are
spotted by pretty beds of flowers. The street is part of the local
community group calling themselves the river loop or something
similar. Neighbours are friendly and watchful and chat as they pass
each other on the way to the corner store, or coming out of their
I have with interest though drawn my
attention to this particular street, as just yesterday a “For
lease” sign went up, with the usual real estate decals. You may
wonder why something as common as a real estate sign would be worth
not just interest but to put my thoughts down about it. That is easy
to answer, in this small cul-de-sac is one particular home of
interest. It is the house right next door to the one looking for a
new tenant. Thinking back it was around two months ago that a moving
truck pulled up early one morning. Out of the truck hopped two
average looking men who started to open the truck and lower the back.
Leaning on the back they then waited, as did I to see who would be
Before long a car pulled up behind the
truck, and parked to one side. The driver door opened and out stepped
a most unusual looking lady. Clad in oversized dark glasses, and a
neat outfit of black pants and a black shirt with a low cut back, her
hair fell carelessly over one shoulder. The hair was what I stared at
first, it was streaked with bright blue and pink among the shiny
black. Her nails had almost claw like nails that I immediately
assumed could not be real, not so much the length but the painted
patterns on each perfectly matched nail. The heels she wore looked
most uncomfortable and matched her hair, a snake skin print with
pink, blue and purple tones. Black toenails peeked out from the tip
of the shoes. Curious I kept staring, wondering what she was up to.
To my surprise she hauled a large black
tote bag, completely oversized and studded with metal pieces and
strutted over to the men at the truck. This was going to be the new
tenant?! In my own history moving is a tedious business and she was
certainly not dressed for such work, nor could she be the landlord,
as I have seen him many times. I briefly considered a property
manager or someone similar but quickly dismissed the idea, for the
same reason I did not believe her a tenant moving in. It was the way
she was dressed, the strange coloured hair, the impractical glasses,
huge bag, towering coloured high heels and what I had just noticed
metal glinting jewellery protruding from above her upper lip and
glinting on one side of her face. I may not be up with these modern
things, but I believe the youth call such facial decorations,
Stopping with my close inspection, I
concentrated instead on the conversation between the three. It was
quickly apparent this was indeed the new tenant. She handed over a
list, asking three times if it was clearly understood. Then with both
men following her they went inside. A quick tour was made of each
room as she barked out directions, with no thank you or requests,
simply orders. I will not bore you with the rest, it was just a very
efficient moving day. The men worked hard and lifted, carried, and
arranged. The lady herself settled in the outside courtyard, drinking
iced tea and reading from a book. Occasionally one of the men would
come to speak to her and she would put the book down and go inside to
direct a particular order. In short order all was done and they all
left. I did not see her again that day.
The next day the lady and one of the
men returned, this time in the car, parking in the garage. The man
opening the door of the car and then tried to balance the armful of
things she proceeded to hand him. Following her into the house
balancing bags, groceries, and a pair of ladies shoes. They went
into the house and I followed along to see what this new inhabitant
would reveal. Immediately she spoke clearly explaining where to place
each item the man carried. Then she left to take a shower telling him
to wait against the wall for her return. I waited watching the man
who seemed used to this. After putting away the items he had carried,
he stood himself in the corner against the wall, head pointed to the
ground, a slight slump in his stance, and waited in silence. Curious
I wondered at this as he stayed perfectly still for at least an hour
before the lady returned.
Still unusually dressed this time in a
form fitting black strapless dress, with a mass of torn mesh material
making up some kind of skirting. Really it looked like it had been
cut and hacked with a child’s scissors. In keeping she wore strange
arm stockings, a fish net mesh with holes through which her centre
finger extended from, and a pair of shiny black boots with the most
massive platforms I had ever seen outside of a circus! Still in a way
it was attractive and she appeared fresh and clean her still damp
hair pulled back from her face, showing a pair of large eyes, ringed
with heavy black kohl.
She seated herself on a leather chair
and called the man over, addressing him as “maid”. Quickly he
shuffled himself over to her and she proceeded to write out a list of
cleaning tasks, adding verbal instructions that sounded of a
ridiculous standard. That was the first evening I spent watching, the
lady seated either reading or on a portable computer, the man or maid
busy cleaning or fetching if she called him. As I watched late that
night as She climbed into her luxurious looking bed and removed her
night shirt and lay there a strong back displayed, her hair piled on
her head, face peaceful on the pillow. I watched as the maid rubbed
cream into her back and shoulders until she fell asleep, gentle
breathing noises and small sighs audible. The maid then covered his
lady with the covers and quietly switched off the bed side light.
Then he lay himself away from the bed in the far corner, laying on
the floor, he quickly was asleep and I wondered why he chose the
floor, wondering if his bed had yet to arrive as the other room had
been filled with ladies clothing and such female things.
I was soon to spend most of my travels
watching this household, as it was something far different from the
usually busy families, or arguing couples. This is why when I saw the
real estate sign go up, I wondered what would occur. The lady and her
maid had no neighbour on the other side, it was instead a large
private wall with an art cottage rarely used on the other side. She
enjoyed complete privacy in her courtyard as the previous tenant was
an old lady who struggled to see anything even with her glasses. She
left with a daughter to move to a residential care home for the
elderly. I wondered what would happen with a new neighbour, would he
pay attention to this lady? What would he hear if she had her windows
or doors open to air the house, what would he think if he saw the
maid in his most feminine uniform. All these questions and more ran
through my mind that day, but I had to wait a week before the sign
was taken down and a cleaning crew prepared the home.
Part 2 – Moving in
The moving day for the new tenant was
far more normal than that of his new neighbour. The man appeared to
be in his mid twenties, was casually dressed in jeans and a t shirt
and sported a pair of eye glasses. This time there was no moving
company or furniture truck, as the duplex he had leased came
furnished. Instead I watched as he made a few trips in his car,
loading and unloading boxes and various items. He quickly set about
getting things in place and his first evening cooked a simple meal of
pasta before retiring to the bedroom where he read for a short while
before quickly falling to sleep. It was a Monday when he moved in, so
the new neighbours did not pass each other or have any contact.
Things continued along regular
schedules in both households. The lady and her maid occasionally
entertaining a couple of females who visited, and the rest of the
time absent at work. When they were home alone, often the lady would
punish physically her maid. I watched many evenings where he was
bound tightly over furniture and given beatings that made me shiver.
Other times he massaged her feet which she seemed to enjoy
frequently, or brought her down various shoes which she would try on.
Sometimes she would secure him to the floor and standing or seated
over him use her bare feet, or even heels to step on his body. She
seemed to take particular pleasure in placing pressure on his genital
region and hovering the high arches of heels over his neck.
Another activity becoming familiar was
to see her standing over him with a whip in hand, while he licked
with an eager tongue at her heels. Sometimes she would walk in the
soil outside or out in the rain and dirt before forcing him down to
lick them clean. Other times I watched her observe him removing the
many pairs of shoes from racks and cleaning each with his tongue as
she teased and laughed before inspecting each pair for a level of
shine before they were replaced. This was something I never heard the
maid utter one word of complaint about, in fact he seemed most happy
to have this lady’s feet covering his face or shoved into his mouth
for him to lick and suck. It was really a most unusual situation, but
even I was beginning to appreciate the goings on. Her feet were
always beautiful soft in appearance and the toenails painted. I
wondered what it would feel like to have her stand on me like that, I
was less sure though of whether I would want to lick clean the shoes
she wore out. Still I began to wish it was something I could
experience at least once.
That week as the weekend drew near,
while the new neighbour was seated alone at his dining table drinking
a beer and working a crossword puzzle, more unusual happenings were
just across from his window. Behind the long drawn curtains the lady
had laid out her maid once more on the floor this time in the kitchen
on the tiles. She seemed excited and was chattering away to the maid
who quietly replied. She came back to the front hallway where the
maid had left a large box. Picking it up she returned with it to the
kitchen. Opening the box I could see a huge layered and decorated
chocolate cake. I began to wonder if it was possible to eat laying
face up on the floor with arms tied to ones thighs. As I thought
about this the lady removed her heels of the day, this pair simple
black sandals with a lower heels. She then carefully drew down her
stockings and placed both the shoes and stockings to one side.
Peering down at the large cake, she
began to discuss exactly what she should do, not waiting or expecting
an answer from the maid. Then as she often did, she had made up her
mind and removed the cake from the box, sliding it out on to the
middle of the floor. She fetched a chair and seated herself on it,
swinging her feet and legs back and forth. Then with her left foot,
she dabbed a toe against the cake, knocking off a cherry. Quickly she
dropped her foot and juice spurted out as she flattened it under her
bare foot. The juice hit the maid who was nude except for a pair of
white female panties, which was not the most attractive site for me.
Now she considered the cake again and held both her feet above the
cake, head titled to the side in concentration.
Before I knew it she had plunged her
feet into the cake, letting out a delicious squeal and exclamation
that it was cold. She lifted up her feet and inspected them, covered
in chocolate they were, the brown a sharp contrast to her pale skin.
Back into the cake went one foot wriggling toes exploring the cake,
which pushed up from between her slightly splayed toes. That seemed
to be enough and she stood up, pushing the chair out of the way. She
then began to decimate the cake trampling, and sliding in the
chocolate mess until only a third of the original cake was still
somewhat in tack. By now chocolate flecks covered the cabinets,
walls, and was working its way in smudges up her legs. She took the
remaining cake and placed it on the chest of the almost nude maid.
Then she began to smear and rub it into his body all with her
chocolate covered feet. By the end she sat back down and using her
very toes and feet together picked up pieces of mushed sponge forcing
them into the maids mouth. This continued for some time and until the
maid answered finally that he could consume no more. This upset our
lady and I was shocked as she lifted up her skirt and urinated on
him!! Then that was it she left after untying his hands and went to
shower. The maid dutifully scrubbed and cleaned till no sign of the
mess was left.
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I have added 2 new photo galleries featuring new photos of Myself from this week and also added many new photos to the Dungeon Fun Gallery.
My hair color may change but My chest size does not and I still love to smother helpless slaves in My generous cleavage if they please Me that is..
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Enjoy the updates and hope to see you for some Dungeon fun soon!
New toys include:
Heavy custom made stainless steel wrist and ankle shackles.
New bull whip.
New electro gear.
A selection of new sexy heels for trampling and heel worship.
Stocks and locking pillory.
Over 40 new canes, paddles and floggers.
Seven piece leather belt restraint set.
New breast torture vice.
And I can not think what else...
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