The Girl Next Door

I am a 'bit' of an exhibitionist. Of course, I LOVE showing off my body on ImageFap, but I keep my face hidden. I have a wife, a family, clients, friends, My Mother! that don’t know about this crossdressing 'hobby' of mine. Having said that, I DO like to take slight chances. I sometimes go out in the Roof Garden at night, or in the stairwell when I’m sure (after midnight) that I will be left alone. Then I can take some pictures in that stark and dramatic public setting and feel slightly scandalous.

On that fateful evening, my wife was asleep. I opened my door and peaked out down the hall. I listened. Nobody there. I quietly opened and closed the door and went down the hall dressed like a slutty gurl, although I still had a long coat on (just in case) in the hallway. I opened the door and entered the stairwell. Plain white cement brick walls with harsh lighting. I took off my coat. I did not hide my face – I could always photoshop it later. I set my phone up against the wall, and set the automatic picture to take three shots. Then I sat down on the stairs and took some upskirt shots. Then I switched places, putting the phone on the stairs, looking down at me, while I did some poses on all fours, ass bared to the camera.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak, and a slight gasp. There stood my young neighbour girl, staring down at me. She started to laugh.

“Well, Mr. Smith. What have we going here?”

I tried to straighten my dress and cover myself. My phone was still on the stairs and she picked it up.

She started thumbing through the photos, while I was too dumbstruck to say anything.

“These are great, Sissy! I’m sending these all to my phone!”

“Wait, no! Don’t. You c-can’t”, I managed to blurt out.

“Too late, already done”, she smirked. But don’t stop posing on my account. I won’t say anything. In fact, I’ll help. I’ll hold the camera so that we can get some better shots.”

“N-no, I stammered. I’m not really like this – it’s just a game for myself. Please give me back my phone.”

“I’m afraid it’s a little late for that”, she said, her tone of voice becoming more stern. “I also copied your contact list, so let’s do this the easy way. You probably don’t want me sending these pictures to everyone you know! Now show me that ass again – bend over, and spread your cheeks, you fucking loser faggot!”

I was horrified to hear her language and demeaning tone. Feeling trapped, I complied, while my mind raced trying to think of a way out of this. “Please, Miss, I’ll do anything. Let’s just keep this our little secret, I beg you? I’ll do anything. Don’t go sending those pics out to all my Contacts!”

“Hmm, I wonder what you do with all these pictures. Looks like you’ve saved Imagefap as one of your favourites! Let’s just have a peak over there”, she narrated. I started to get up, but she stopped me with a hard slap on my ass. I could feel the reddening there, as my flushing face matched the colour in shame.

“So, it looks like you are sometimes known as Tiffany, Mr. Smith. I think we’ll just have to call you that. Would you like that?”

“N-no, Miss.”

She swatted me hard again.

“Would you like that, Tiffany?”

I was learning.

“Yes, Miss, I am Tiffany.” I had better play along until I came up with a plan.

“Good gurl. Now I’ll just look through some of these galleries. My, my, aren’t you the little bondage slut. Now stand up and spread your legs and face me. Arms behind your head. Spread those legs farther – you look pretty comfortable in those fishnet stockings and heels. Now look at me. Take off those panties and hand them to me.

I did.

“Open your mouth.”

When I obeyed, she balled them up and stuffed them in.

“Now stand again, spread-eagled, facing me.”

I stood, unprotected, splayed out in from of her.

Without warning she brought the full force of her right knee sharply into my sissy balls. I doubled over in pain and shock.

“Tomorrow night, my parents will be away. Come over, the same time, all dressed up as in this picture – she showed me. And no coat over top! Walk down the hall in all your sissy glory and knock on my door. Bring with this strapon dildo, (she pointed to the picture in my Gallery) and these handcuffs.”

I was starting to cry and whimper. “Please Miss, Can we just forget about this and end it here?”

“End it?” she laughed. No, we are just getting started. Tomorrow, night I’m having a little sleepover with two of my besties. See you then. Oh, and here’s your phone back, I’ve got all I need from it.

See you tomorrow, TIFFANY!”