My Neighbor Begged to Be My Slave by Email

For years, I had run a discreet profile online under the name Mistress Mariela. It wasn’t a game for me: I trained women who asked me to, women who needed someone to set the limits they couldn’t impose on themselves. I received dozens of messages a week, and I discarded almost all of them. I was looking for something specific: real obedience, not a momentary fantasy.

One October afternoon, a different email arrived. The woman wrote with an urgency that showed in every line, begging to be my slave, promising to do anything I ordered. She said she had spent her whole life dreaming of kneeling before another woman and needed absolute discretion because she had a position to protect.

I replied asking for a photo. I wanted to see how willing she was to expose herself from the very beginning.

The image she sent left me breathless. She was standing in front of a mirror, naked from the waist up, wearing a small black mask over her eyes. She thought the mask protected her. But I knew that birthmark under her collarbone, that long neck, that habit of biting her lip. It was Noelia.

Noelia, my neighbor across the street. The immaculate schoolteacher who greeted everyone each morning with a measured smile, Andrés’s wife, the man with money who paraded her around like a trophy. The same woman who crossed the garden in heels and ironed dresses, untouchable.

I stared at the screen for a long time, unable to believe my luck.

I checked the email address. It matched: we were both in the neighborhood group, and she had written from the same account she used to organize community meetings. There was no doubt.

***

I didn’t reveal that I knew who she was. For weeks I guided her through small, humiliating tasks, demanding photos as proof of obedience. Every night she logged on to show me how she touched herself thinking of me, never suspecting that the woman on the other side of the screen lived thirty meters from her bed. I kept every image, every confession, waiting for the exact moment.

One morning I gave her a new order. She had to put in a plug and a tight corset under her clothes, go out to the front yard, and pull the weeds from her flower bed. And she had to stay there, tending the garden, until I decided otherwise.

I left my house on some flimsy excuse and crossed the street. I found her crouched among the rosebushes, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps every time she moved.

“It’s all looking so neat,” I told her, leaning on the fence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Thank you,” she murmured without looking at me, her hands trembling over the dirt.

I enjoyed her discomfort for a few minutes, talking to her about the weather and the next neighborhood meeting as if nothing were happening, while she twisted herself up inside. Then I said goodbye and went back home. From the window I watched her finish tending the planter, not knowing that every gesture had been for me.

***

When I had enough material, I sent her the final order. That afternoon she had to strip completely, put in the plug, lift her breasts with one hand and rub herself with the other, standing in a corner of her room for half an hour. Without moving.

The door of her house was ajar when I arrived. I slipped in silently. I found her in the bedroom corner, exactly as I had ordered, pushing the plug in and out while she pleasured herself with a dildo. She hadn’t heard me.

I stood there watching her for a moment, savoring what was about to happen.

“You look beautiful like that, Noelia. Don’t stop on my account.”

She jumped when she heard her name in my voice. She turned, and her face went from pleasure to terror in a second. She froze, trying to understand, until her body beat her mind to it and she ran toward the bed looking for somewhere to hide. The plug dropped to the floor in the middle of the hallway. The dildo rolled after it.

I followed at an unhurried pace. I found her crouched behind the bedroom door, covering herself with her arms.

“You’re going to have to come out of there,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know exactly what you are. You’ve been sending me pictures for more than three months. If you don’t obey me, all of this goes to Andrés and your colleagues at the school. Imagine the principal’s face.”

Noelia looked at me from her hiding place, eyes wide. I saw the exact moment she understood there was no way out. She had spent years dreaming of being a woman’s slave, yes, but she would have preferred anyone else over the neighbor across the street.

She came out slowly and stood in front of me, naked and trembling, not knowing what to do with her hands.

“Pick that up off the floor,” I ordered, pointing to the plug. “Turn around and bend over. Put it back where it was. And spread yourself wide.”

She obeyed in silence. I moved closer and enjoyed the sight before putting it back in her, pushing slowly, delighting in every inch until it was all the way inside.

“I didn’t give you permission to use the dildo while you were waiting in the corner, did I?” I asked, my voice calm.

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress,” she answered in a thin voice.

***

“Hold your ankles and push your ass back. Twenty-five on each cheek. If the plug falls out, first it goes in your mouth and then back where it belongs. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She grabbed her ankles and clenched as hard as she could to keep the plug in. I started on her, counting aloud, listening to each slap pull a louder moan from her. Her skin turned red. By the twentieth strike the plug gave way and fell to the floor, and she burst into tears.

I gave her the last five on each side anyway. Then I picked up the plug, walked over to her face, and ordered her to open her mouth. She shook her head, so I gave her a sharp slap.

“Your mouth. Now.”

She opened it, and I slid the plug between her lips, savoring the disgust on her face.

“Looks like you can’t tell one end from the other,” I mocked. “I have a lot of plans for you. Take it out, put it back where it goes, and get on all fours.”

She took the plug out of her mouth and put it back in, moaning at the discomfort, before lowering herself onto hands and knees. I took off my dress, sat astride her back for a moment, and pulled on her dark hair.

“Start crawling.”

I made her crawl down the hallway into the dining room, spanking her and tugging her hair, reveling in every complaint. When we got there, I ordered her to stop. I took off the rest of my clothes and sat in the armchair.

“Come here and use your mouth on me.”

She crawled forward, her face wet with tears. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face between my legs. I rested my thighs on her shoulders and held her in place so she wouldn’t even think of escaping. Her tongue worked with a desperation that betrayed how badly she had wanted this moment, even if she had never wanted it with me.

***

I came against her mouth and let her catch her breath for only an instant before turning around and sitting on her face another way. I felt her tongue moving where I ordered, obedient, while I rocked slowly. I lifted myself now and then so she could breathe, then lowered myself again.

When I finished a second time, I sat up and returned to the armchair. Noelia stayed on the floor, lost in space, not moving. I knew she was already completely mine.

“Back to the corner,” I said. “Press your nose to the wall and stay there while I rest.”

She stood up at once and obeyed. She was back to how she had been when I walked in, except now she was drenched in arousal, waiting for my next order. I left her there for more than twenty minutes, admiring her body and thinking about everything I was going to do with her.

“I don’t know what Andrés would think of this,” I said at last. “Would he leave home, or would he like it so much he’d want to enjoy you every possible way?”

“If he finds out, he’ll do whatever he wants with me, Mistress,” she moaned. “He gets turned on watching two women together.”

“Then that’s settled. When he’s home, he owns your ass. When he leaves, you’ll let me know and come satisfy whatever I need. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m your whore.”

***

I made her spread her cheeks to show me how she was holding the plug in, to wag her ass for me while begging permission to come. I granted it only on my terms: touching herself while she walked around the room, pushing the dildo in and out with her other hand. I watched her tremble all over, on the verge of collapsing to the floor when the orgasm ripped through her.

“Come here and lick me again,” I ordered. “I want that ass nice and hot so I can keep going.”

She came to the armchair, knelt, and put her face between my legs while I spanked her ass to the rhythm of her tongue. It didn’t take long before I came again.

“You’ve got half an hour until Andrés gets back,” I said as I stood. “Clean all this up. And tomorrow, when he leaves, you’ll come to my house naked. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

***

The next morning I woke early and waited for her in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. Knocks sounded at the door. I opened it and there was Noelia, completely naked, covering herself with her hands in the middle of the landing in case anyone passed by.

“Kneel and ask to come in,” I said.

“Please, Mistress. Let this slut in,” she murmured, falling to her knees.

“Crawl into the kitchen while I finish my coffee.”

She crawled after me. I put my feet on her back and used her as a footrest while I drank unhurriedly, admiring her body bent to my will on my kitchen floor. The immaculate schoolteacher across the street, Andrés’s wife, turned into my furniture.

When I finished my coffee, I gave her the first order of the day and knew, watching her obey without hesitation, that this was only the beginning. Her life had just changed forever, handed over to me completely so her husband would never know what she truly was. And I intended to take all the time in the world.