Mistress Sabina

Synopsis from Part 1, posted on October 11:

I have a neighbor, Arthur, who likes to watch shemale and gay videos at home during the day while his wife, Alyssa, is at work. Arthur does not have curtains on his den windows, and he really should.

I live across the alley from Arthur, and so I can get quite an eyeful. I got bored one day and decided to call him up while he was stroking. I told him I knew about him, and what he was doing, and I asked him did his wife Alyssa know? He got very upset and told Me he would do anything to keep Alyssa from knowing.

The continuing saga:

After talking to Arthur the first time, I left him alone for a few days, to “simmer in his own juices.”

The next day, drapes appeared for the first time on the Arthur family’s bay window in their den. Haha. Ummm right, you don’t get off that easy, My little worm.

So I called him a few days later:

MS: Arthur, what’s with the drapes?

A: Look here, you, you don’t have any business messing with me. I have a right to privacy! If you keep bothering me, I’ll call the cops!

MS: Oh Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. My, my, my. The little worm fights back…

Arthur, perhaps you should have thought about the privacy issue before you started stroking off in a room with no curtains?

And as far as the cops, have you really thought this through, Arthur? After all it IS My word against yours. Even if they checked the phone records, which I highly doubt, I would just tell them that I called you to ask you to please get some curtains? And today for thanking you for doing so.

And of course, I would have to tell them what I saw. Now would you really want the cops to know what you were doing? I mean you are a photographer that does a lot of kid portraits, right? How would you like it if it got all over town that you are a perv, hmmm? There goes your clientele….

And let’s think about your wife Alyssa, Arthur. She works at Skyline Manufacturing as an administrative assistant, doesn’t she? And her number is 503-555-7892 at work. Is that not correct?

Now. I have a little blog that I write, Arthur, and I have decided to write a story about you, complete with your name, and the town you live in, and what you do for a living. And of course what you do for fun *grin*. All I have to do is press the “save” button, and presto chango! The blog entry is now live. And then of course I would feel it My civic duty to call your wife and warn her….

A: NO! NO! PLEASE PLEASE I BEG YOU…

I’ll take down the curtains now!

MS: No, what’s done is done, Arthur. You have the curtains up, and for today, anyway, they should stay up. That means you have to do your business outside.

A: WHAT???

MS: Come outside Arthur. Come out on your back porch. Be sure to bring your phone with you. Let’s hope Mrs. Santiago doesn’t walk her dog anytime soon.

A: NO!

MS: Finger gently caressing the “enter” button to save My blog entry…..

A: NO! Please!

MS: Come outside on your porch Arthur. I won’t repeat Myself again…

A: *choking noise that went on for over a minute. (I began to wonder if perhaps poor Arthur wasn’t having a bit of a panic attack here.) Just a minute.

Arthur came out about 3 minutes later in a t-shirt and sweats. I’m sure the 3 minutes were used to hurriedly put on some clothes. He looked like he’d been crying. Fortunately he still had the phone.

MS: Now, Arthur, is that what you had on inside? I don’t think so. I think you were probably naked. You usually are about this time of day.

A: No, please, I beg you…

MS: Pull down your sweats, Arthur. Pull them down NOW.

Arthur, visibly crying now, pulled down his sweats. He was commando, as I expected. His tiny dicklet was even tinier since it was now totally soft.

MS: Hahahahahaha. That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. Surely it DOES get bigger when you get it hard?

A: No, please. Please.

MS: Stroke, Arthur. Stroke and get it hard for Me. You want to finish up quickly. Mrs. Santiago should be coming by in just a few minutes.

Amazingly, Arthur got to stroking. Honestly I think the humiliation and exhibition were turning him on.

I continued to encourage him until he was very very close.

MS: Hands off, Arthur.

A: What????

MS: Hands off.

A: No, no, I’m about to cum… Mrs. Santiago…

MS: Now!

He took his hands off, and was trying to rub his still tiny cocklet with his belly, an act I found hilarioius.

MS: Now beg.

A: Please please please let me cum. Please….

MS: *Sigh. What a pathetic little worm you are. Say it bitch.

A: I’m a pathetic little worm. PLEASE let me cum. Please please please.

MS. On the count of 5. Ready?

A: Yessssss

MS; 1. 2. 3. 4. Hands off.

A: NOOOO!

But he took his hands off, and probably for the first time in his life, had a ruined orgasm. He stood there crying, cum running down his little dicklet, his hands twitching, wanting so badly to stroke, stroke, stroke.

Poor little worm.

I seriously thought about making him stay outside on the porch until Mrs. Santiago walked by, but then she does have a heart condition.

So I told him he could go inside.

Oh, and to be sure to have the curtains down by the next day.

Ok so I wrote a post on August 15 about having several new pictures and letting My customers get a good deal through them, before I put them up on My site.

Now I am ready to sell them and have up them up on My Niteflirt listing.

I have several packs, mostly with My houseboy, fooling around. Some are quite naughty. I have some packs, 3 for $20 and the naughtier ones, that show pink parts, for 3 for $25.

Above is a tiny hint of what lies in store dear reader, only much naughtier. After all, little worms like My dear readers can only fantasize about touching Me for real…

 A neighbor of Mine gets the benefit of My domination without even knowing who I am, or what I do.
This is something that I have been doing for about a month now, and I must admit it is making Me very excited to play this cat-and-mouse game with him.
His name is Arthur, and he is a free-lance photographer in his mid-forties. I’ve never talked to him personally, just his wife Allysa, who works long hours as an administrative assistant. They live across the back alley from My house.
I see Allysa, working outside in her garden on weekends, when I go for My morning run. Allysa is a bit of a chatterbox, I’m afraid. From her, I’ve learned Arthur’s name, that he works at home and is a bit of a hermit by nature, and that their love life leaves a bit to be desired.
I could have told her that I already knew that part, since I can see Arthur wanking off in his den every day, to the porno films he watches.
Arthur is especially fond of gay and shemale films.
Allysa really should invest in some curtains.
So about a month ago, I was bored and decided to call Arthur up on the phone.
By the way, neither Allysa or Arthur have any idea what I do, nor anything about My personal sexual preferences.. They think that I do a WAH job of taking orders for the Home Shopping Network. Mistress Sabina is NOT a chatterbox.
So I called Arthur up on the phone, while he was in flagrante delicto, and of course watching a man fuck a shemale up the ass.
MS: Arthur, what are you doing?
A: Who is this?
MS: Arthur, you’re watching a homosexual video, aren’t you? And wanking to it?
A: What?? What are you talking about? Who is this?
MS: I can see you, Arthur…. I see you wanking off to shemale and gay videos all the time. Are you gay, Arthur?
A: NOOOO!!!
MS: Does your wife know that you’re gay?
A: NOOO!!! I’m NOT gay! I just like to watch these porn flicks! What’s wrong with that?
MS: Nothing, nothing at all. As long as Mrs. Arthur knows.
A: *strangled noise*
MS: She DOES know, doesn’t she Arthur?
A: You know her? You won’t tell her will you? Please!
MS: Well, that remains to be seen….
A: I’ll do anything!

Which is of course, My favorite phrase in the English language.

I’ll do anything!

What fun I have had, and what possibilities lie ahead with Arthur and Myself…
But dear reader, you will have to wait for the next installment to find out how I have tortured this poor soul.
And btw, if you have any suggestions or comments for now or as My tale unfolds, I will welcome them.

  

My Loser of the Week is a panty-wearing lawyer that called Me on Niteflirt and sent Me a picture of himself afterwards.    
I’m beginning to wonder, do all of you lawyers out there wear panties, and enjoy being humiliated? It amazes Me there are so many of you.       

Also the fact that you actually take pictures of yourself in these things and send them out.
Anyway, he told me that even though he goes to nearby towns to suck real-man cock in glory holes, he is married and fantasizes about his sister-in-law who is living with him and his wife. In fact, he was wearing a pair of said SIL’s panties while we were talking.
And to top it off, he also fantasizes about the three male college students next door, and we did a fantasy about them porking his wife. While he watched and also was made to participate of course.
You can’t make this shit up….
Even though he is My Loser of the Week, I did have a good time talking to him. And hope he calls back. And of course sends Me more hilarious panty pics.