My Neighbor's Keeper

De: Annie Anston

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

This is a pulpy, adult tale of domination, nudity and other nefarious activities. Kyra and Julian are in their early to mid-thirties. Experienced in hypnotherapy, they start offering self-help classes, but with villainous intentions. Dana has masochistic tendencies, and of course there are those who take advantage of it. Soon-to-be friend Aly is not as evil, but also naughty and exploitive, an entertaining mix. Then...Hollywood beckons. Characters are fictitious. Resemblance to anyone in the real world is a coincidence. This story contains segments with strong sexual content which could be offensive to some readers. Excerpts: The chemistry between them was undeniable. The problem was that they were both housewives. Each wondered if she should risk their friendship by trying to take things to the next level. What about their husbands? - - - He was an expert hypnotherapist and used his skills unethically. - - - “Dana, after Daryl is asleep, you are invited to come alone over to our house and up to our bedroom. The side door will be unlocked. Would you like that?” “Yes, yes, I would LOVE that, Kyra!” A few hours past midnight, their bedroom door creaked open. “Hello?” Dana called out. Kyra switched on the small lamp on her bedside table. “Hi, Dana. We're so glad you're here. What are your intentions?” “To be with you, perverse intentions.” “Whenever we are alone, you will address me as Mistress and my husband as Master. You will always display enthusiasm at being with us and express your gratitude afterward. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress. This is so exciting!” - - - You're such a bad-girl. It's such a turn-on. - - - “Yes, but there is an empty space below my feet.” She raised them up. “I have no footrest. Be proactive, offer, don't make me ask.” - - - “These are knee pads. Change into them, nothing else. We are going to start with a game of fetch.” For an hour, she threw a stick and Courtney eagerly retrieved it, scampering after it on her hands and knees. Dana savored every second of it, recalling all the times the young woman had demeaned her at the office. - - - It started out as a typical day, everyone sitting at their desks with their morning coffee, then Mrs. Jones strolled through the office nude. - - - Let's make this staid workplace more fun. Some companies have casual day. We will have clothing-optional day. - - - “Wow, Molly. God was miraculously generous with you. You are beauteous, sanctified and luminous, perky and rakish, a charming snow-white.” “Really? You think so? My husband never says those things.” She began getting more into it. - - - “Dana, the fad is catching on, not only in your office, but others as well. The craze is trending, going international. I saw a newspaper headline that read Nude-Friday Office Lunacy Spreads to United Kingdom. “Those naughty Brits.” “India, too. I told my siblings about it. They started a blog. The interest was contagious.” _ _ _ “This is so exciting, Dana!” She closed the door, rushed over to the large desk, and assumed her position underneath. Dana followed. An hour into their lascivious activity, Mrs. Jones returned early. _ _ _ Later that night, Dana was home alone when Kyra showed up at her side door, a black duffle bag in each hand, a look of desperation in her eyes. “I need your help! The FBI just raided the school with a search warrant. They could be at the house any minute.” She pushed her way inside, dumping the duffles on the floor, then said “Come with me.” “What's inside those things?” “Cash, each one has a million, twenty-two pounds of hundred dollar bills.” “What?!” “There are more. I need your help carrying them. We need to hurry.” _ _ _ Chapters Becoming My Neighbor's Keeper My Neighbor's Submissive Nudism in the Office FBI