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I woke up the next day around midday. My head was spinning, and my body felt like it had been rammed by a train. Nothing unexpected, considering the amount of rum I drank the night before. Thank God it was at least a good one.

When I checked my phone, I saw her message: "Hi, that was quite a night. I don't feel any regret, but for the sake of clarity and communication, I need to tell you that things like that are not happening again. Not the best choice for neighbors."

My head was still not fully focused until I realized I had forgotten my bike key at her place, and I really needed it to function in this country. So I replied, "I think I forgot something at your place. Would you mind some Italian coffee in the morning while I pick it up?" "Sure thing," she answered. "But please make it quick because I'll be leaving soon to visit my parents."

I prepared coffee for two and went downstairs. She was a mess. I wasn’t sure whether it was from the hangover or the tears she must have shed at some point in the morning. She let me in with a little shake in her hands, and she didn’t know what to say. I didn’t let her speak. I guided her to the couch, took two cups, and served the coffee. Then, I offered her a cup and sat next to her. Silence fell over the room as we drank.

Sometimes, words aren’t necessary. After the cups were emptied, I took her into my arms, hugging her for God knows how long, while I kissed her hair and forehead. After some time, I left her.

In the days that followed, our communication increased. We didn’t talk about that day, but we texted each other, asking all sorts of questions. We discovered many things we liked, disliked, and were curious about. We were both exploring the open world in front of us.

I decided to push the boundaries step by step, so I ordered her not to be allowed to come without my permission, though she could touch herself as much as she wanted. This left her frustrated but eager to be good, so she complied. I like power games, so I kept pushing her buttons, searching for her limits.

Every now and then, during our conversations, I would tease her by sharing some of my fantasies and telling her the things I wanted to do to her beautiful white skin. One day, the conversation went like this:

"What are you doing?" I asked her. "Reading," she replied. "Touch yourself," I ordered. "Ok, sir." "Where are you sitting?" "On the couch." "What a naughty girl you are, touching yourself on the couch where anyone could see you. Open your legs wide and keep touching yourself." "I am, sir. Naked on the couch in front of the window." "I want to put my dick in your mouth while you touch yourself on the couch, with your head hanging over the edge, while clamps pinch your nice little body in several places." "Oh my God. I’m not allowed to come, am I?" "No, you are not." "I want you so bad. I want you to come down. Can you? I mean it," she said. "Leave the door half open, then undress and kneel in the middle of the living room. Put your head against the floor and extend your arms in front of you. Stay like that until I arrive. You are not allowed to move." "Yes, sir. I’ll be good."

I left her, took a shower, and got dressed. I took longer than expected on purpose. Once I was ready, I went downstairs. The door was indeed slightly open, and as I pushed it, I saw the room illuminated by a warm lamp next to the couch, where she had been reading.

She was in the middle of the room, exactly in the position I had ordered her to be. The light illuminated her pale skin, highlighting her curves and the bones in her spine, like a mountain ridge running from her head to her bottom. I knew she had heard me, as I could see slight movements in her toes, but she didn’t break her position.

It was going to be a fun night playing with her.