When I was working at an L.A. dungeon, I had a neighbor named Maggie in the apartment building where I lived.

She had graduated college a few years ahead of me, and was now a grad student. The mailman always mixed up our packages, so we made polite conversation in the mailroom, but nothing beyond the superficial. Maggie was sexy in an understated, nerdy way with big brown eyes and perky tits that she hid under loose sweaters.

Late one night, I was coming back from a play party in full fetish gear: a black latex mini dress that may as well have been painted on, thigh-high boots, and a bag full of implements. I was with two female submissives, both wearing long black trench coats and collars. Maggie arrived home at almost the same time, so she caught up with us as I unlocked the building’s front door. I... Read More