Neighbors Ch. 20 by betaboy84,betaboy84

“Yes Miss. I mean, no Miss. Uh…I noticed…there’s some sort of small port or hole in the side of the cage. I was wondering…um…what’s that for?”

She laughed as the took the last item off of my arm.

“Oh that. I was wondering if you’d notice. Have you been investigating your new little home?”

I moaned.

“Yes Miss.”

“You haven’t been trying to escape again, have you?”

“No Miss!” I said, hurriedly.

She laughed again. She was moving around the room now, and it sounded like she was sorting through jewelry.

“Well, not that it matters. That cage is inescapable. But maybe I haven’t been keeping you busy enough if you have time to just sit around and play with yourself.”

“Yes Miss” I sighed.

Suddenly I felt her hand tap my crotch. My breath caught in my throat.

“I’ll tell you all about your new cage tonight, bank. It’s got all sorts of fun features. But I thought the girls would like to hear about it too, and I don’t like to repeat myself. Ok?”

She grabbed the top that was wrapped around my head and gave it a tug. I blinked in the sudden light as I opened my eyes. Amber was standing in front of me, stunning in form fitting high waisted orange pants and an ivory silken blouse. The pants were obviously tailored for her by Ms. Sutton. They fit perfectly and accentuated her hips and long legs. The top had a deep V and I could see a hint of a lacy white bra. She watched me and smiled as my eyes traveled up and down her body.

“Do you like?” She asked, raising her hands up and giving a graceful twirl.

“Yes Miss. You look beautiful.”

She did. As she spun I noticed her perfectly round her ass in the tailored pants.

She grinned and patted me on the cheek. Her unkempt damp hair hung around her shoulders, and she hadn’t put on any makeup but that only added to her crazy beauty.

“Now I don’t want to hear any more silly talk about your cage or it’s contents. Understand?”

“Yes Miss.”

Amber pointed at the small table and mirror in the corner of her room.

“Hands and knees, bank. Over there.”

She snapped her fingers.

I hurried over the corner and got down on my hands and knees in front of her makeup table, pushing the chair out of the way.

Amber settled down on my back and crossed her legs casually. She patted my butt and picked up her hairdryer.

“It was pretty fun having you help me get ready this morning, bank. We’ll have to do that more often.”

My agreement was drowned out by the sound of her hairdryer.

After what felt like twenty minutes or so she was done with her makeup and stood up. My arms and back were getting tired, but I felt like I was stronger than I was when she sat on me last week. Perhaps my workouts with Sarah were already having a positive impact.

I watched as Sarah went into her closet, and came out with an expensive pair of orange strappy heels, that perfectly matched her pants.

“Come” She said, striding confidently out of the room.

I hesitated for just a second. She hadn’t told me to stand, so I thought it was safer to stay on the floor. I crawled after her as quickly as I could, feeling my cheeks burn with humiliation.

She was standing by the door with her phone and purse in her hands. Her shoes were on the floor next to her.

“I’m sending you a Venmo request now. You’re going to buy me coffee and a muffin on my way to the office.”

“Yes Miss, of course” I answered, feeling suddenly awkward on the floor.

She put her phone away in her purse and glanced at me.

“What are you doing over there?” She sighed. “Get over here and put my shoes on.”

“Yes Miss” I said as I scurried over to her.

She lifted up one foot slightly and put her hand on my head to balance herself. I reverently slid the orange heel on her foot, followed by the other. The straps took me a minute to figure out how to fasten but eventually I got them secured on her feet. The heels were maybe three inches, but her height seemed magnified even more from my position on the floor.

She opened the door. I was briefly aware that I was now visible from the street, but I couldn’t really make myself care that much. It seemed perfectly normal to me now to be on my knees in front of Amber.

“Your chore list is on the counter. I’d get started right away. And make sure to keep your phone handy in case any of the girls make more special requests.”

“Yes Miss.”

She paused in the doorway, looking down at me.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I thought furiously. What did I forget? I started to panic.

“Aren’t you going to kiss my feet before I go?”

“Oh yes Miss” I said with relief. I lowered my head and gave each of her feet a quick kiss.

“That’s better. See you in a few hours.”

She closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in her house with my list of chores.

The list kept me busy for the rest of the day. Most of the chores were ones I’ve done before, and I was getting more efficient at taking care of her yard and landscaping. I enjoyed being outside in the beautiful weather, and I realized I felt wonderful as I pushed my lawnmower around her front yard. It somehow felt right to be taking care of her place like this. I anticipated Amber’s approval when she pulled into her driveway after her spa visit and saw how nice her house looked. I thought back to when she had moved in just a couple of months ago, and the contrast between the appearance of her yard now versus back then. I felt a sense of pride growing in me that I was able to be so helpful to her.

I paused and wiped a thin film of sweat from my forehead. I noticed my stomach was rumbling and thought about heading back to my house to make a sandwich. I noticed a pretty woman jogging up the street and gave a friendly wave. She smiled and waved back. The woman was wearing standard jogging shorts and a jog bra. I noticed she had nice legs.

The woman did a double take and stared at me for a second. Simultaneously I felt a shock as I recognized her. It was one of the women in the car that had seen me naked, desperately trying to hide behind a tree in my front yard. The woman who I had recognized at the time that lived on my street. The woman that may or may not have a picture of that incident. All I had seen was the flash of a camera as the car pulled away. I didn’t know who had snapped the shot.

The woman slowed down and looked over her shoulder to check traffic. Seeing none, she walked across the street towards me, looking somewhat tentative.

We had seen each other before and waved but never met. I knew she was married and which house she lived in but that was it.

“Hi…” She said, looking a bit nervous. I was beyond nervous. My palms suddenly started sweating.

“Hello” I said, trying to act as if everything was ordinary.

She stuck out her hand.

“I’m Helen. I don’t think…I don’t think we’ve met?”

“No” I said, a little too quickly. I shook her hand. “I’m Chris.”

“Nice to meet you, Chris. I live just down the street.” She was maybe a few years older than me – perhaps late 30s. She had straight blonde hair pulled back in a rough pony tail. She had wide set blue eyes and very nordic features – small sharp nose and small lips and chin. She was in quite good shape – I noticed that not only were her legs muscular, but her exposed arms as well. She must do some sort of yoga or pilates, I thought.

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