I heard the crying of tires, the sound of metal crunching and glass shattering. I knew this was going to be interesting as I opened the front door and surveyed the damage. One parked car and another one that was missing a driver. I watched her stroll past me and walk inside like nothing happened. She was sheer perfection, I could see everything every line, every sexy curve, each mound of flesh tightly packed together and sexy. In the back of my mind I wondered where the driver went to? At that moment I knew what happened and I was about to have some unexpected company. She was mad, yelling and finger pointing, all at me. “It’s his fault; he always has naked women running in and out of here.”  There you have it in all its glory this woman is telling all the neighbors about what she knows. Before the cops showed up the owner of the parked car came outside looked at the damage and without missing a beat looks right at me to tell me the wife is coming out to see her car. I was screwed. No place to hide the truth except out in the open. The group formed, the wives got loud about the house on the corner and the strange women coming and going at all hours and now this. It seems the man in the car watched Briana walk out to get the morning paper and bend over to pick it up and bring it inside for me and my coffee. So I was responsible for all the ills of the world and her husband straying too.

 I was laughing so hard on the inside the grin on my face was ear to ear on the outside. Briana pushed and pushed, then pushed boundary’s, laws, people and machines. She was a comet in my life. She woke me up to the world, the fake one that lives all around me, my neighbor’s world.

I was sure this was going to get worse if I did not produce the woman that all of the neighbors scorned, the woman on the corner. Little did they know that not all the women that came and went were, mine, naked or even knew what Briana was or what she would do for me. I texted her to come outside in between accusations and incriminations from the women, suddenly a look of fear on the driver with the angry wife and my neighbor across the street was white as a ghost. Two couples, one cop, myself and a slave, it was an interesting dynamic and slightly uncomfortable at first, for them!

 The id issue was funny since neither Briana nor I was involved with the accident or had any pockets, had not committed a crime.  The other women helped as they yelled and screamed at the cop to cover Briana up. I rather like her yoga outfit; it was a good shopping trip to get it and a great time watching her with people as she asked them how they thought it looked. It is tight and sheer, nude is the look but if you look closer you can see her other jewelry. Her nipple posts were the first to be pointed out then her bellybutton ring and after more finger pointing her other barbell. I was hot, I wanted to pull her hair and drag her inside and go cave man on her. I didn’t care about the accident all I wanted was Briana on all fours and soon. The cop picked up in the tension and said he needed a few more questions answered and we would be finished.

 When the driver told the cop Briana comes out to pick up the paper every morning at the same time naked the look on the wife’s face was priceless, a light bulb went off and I saw the fire in her eyes. I knew he was dead meat, he got a ticket, the neighbor got a check and Briana got a new bodysuit as soon and the front door locked. It was a good thing the neighbor did not take a picture...Briana smiled kissed my neck and whispered” she puts on the body suit after she came inside with the mail just like always sir”.

She was as vanilla as they come; a tall thin drink of water unsure and tentative almost scared. Most women even slaves have a direction and desire to pursue new and exciting adventures...not this one.

Punishment for the sake of punishment is not what I think it is about for me. Don’t get me wrong a good spanking is fine but a complete surprise take down and hog tie is more the flavor of excitement. What I found was a woman floating thru life, no direction, and no desire. What I found was a blank slate, feelings I missed along the way...I watched her fear in her eyes when I rolled her over on the floor. Her hands bound above her head tied up to a floor hook and her legs tied to another. The best part was when she opened her mouth and I looked all scared because she was going to scream, for a second she thought she had some control...then I popped in the ball gag....and the drool began.

She was out front laying out in her bathing suit and causing a traffic jam on the corner as guys drove by. I noticed the same car come around the block six times and wait at the stop sign. She was uncomfortable at first then became relaxed then the evil girl came out as she oiled her soft skin in the sunlight. Suddenly I heard the cryin of tires then the crash of metal then the glass hitting the ground. I looked over to see two cars mangled  and both men out of the cars staring at Connie and she was sitting up with just a string around her neck and two triangles covering her nipples that were rock hard. My neighbor across the street was cleaning his upstairs windows with a great view of the scene. As the cops showed, fire truck and ambulance Connie went into overdrive teasing the men by slowly opening her legs, rolling over every few minutes. I could barely see outlines of my hand on her thigh and a slight collar mark around her neck from the night before. I counted no less the ten men on the corner and two actually helping the guys in the crash and took almost an hour to move and clean up with the firemen and police doing paper work for another hour. I told Connie to come inside and I enjoyed the show.

Constance, I like the way it sounded, and how it felt when I said it. I was enjoying her more then most I have had and knew something was different about her. Even when I knew, something was wrong I still had to play with fire. I said her name and the kitty came and knelt at the foot of the chair. Simple yet elegant quiet and strong in the way she moved with blond silk hair. When she looked up, she had the biggest brown eyes I have looked into or brought tears too. Constance smiled; I was running thru my mind as to just what she was going to experience in the next few hours. Her red dress was tiny with two small straps holding it up and just about to come off when the doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone I thought as I went to open the door. Jim, the neighbor across the street, was holding a cake pan and a funny look on his face. I asked him in, he stepped inside, and he saw Constance on her knees and the top of her dress unbuttoned and open. He was surprised she made no effort to change her appearance or hide. Jim gave me the pan without ever breaking his gaze and said this was for the help the other day. I laughed and asked him when he took up baking cakes?

Now Jim looked at me and said he had to leave and thanks again as the door closed behind him.

I pulled Constance off her knees and kissed her, she tasted like honey and felt like silk,  it was time to play with the kitty as I tied her wrist and slipped the end thru the loop and let it hang as I did the same to her other arm. Standing behind her, I grabbed the ropes, licked and bit her neck as I pulled her arms up and out until she was up on her toes. Tying off the rope, I picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting her dress down to her sexy butt.

I love cutting off her clothes. I know she is mad, she likes the dress and there is always the money. My thoughts on this are simple. I want to do it! As I ran, my hands up her back and felt the soft ripples from our play earlier in the week again the doorbell. I left Constance and walked to the door again. Jim asked if I was busy, I said that I was cutting some fabric and I asked him to step inside. Jim had another funny look and a look of surprise as his eyes adjusted and he saw Constance on her toes and her sexy back expose as I tapped the scissors in my hand.

 He was very surprised and very sorry to bother me and will call before he comes over he said as he left. I laughed and told Constance He does not have my phone number as I cut off the spaghetti strap and watched the front fall down and too the floor at her feet.

Trouble is near. She stalks the house looking for clues, asking questions and wants the answers she can't have, At least not from me. After dinner while everyone was relaxing and I was in the kitchen I felt her press against me. All I wanted at that moment was to push her over the counter and flip up her dress and start a good paddling until she knew her place. Instead I asked her why she is playing with fire in my home and not hers. A simple reply, "because I can."  I liked it on one hand and was ready to punish her on the other. The thoughs running thru my mind  at the time were funny to me but not for the reality of the game she was playing. I thought of  how to tell her husband and the rest of the family just why I was spanking her in the kitchen and just how much she really liked it, please enjoy the desert. 
Over the rum Chocolate Mousse and another glass of wine I asked him the question. "Who is in charge in your household?" It was a classic deer in headlights stare from him. I had my answer. A slave uncontrolled is a dangerous woman.

The telephone message was short, "We had a great time at dinner and they were looking forward to sunday brunch. She was bringing the wimp." Uncontrolled and dangerous.