Almost every day I could be seen working in my yard or in my garage/workshop. DIY was one of a few special hobbies of mine. It's a dying skill often admired. Neighbors and passersby often stopped to chat as I worked up a sweat. I mostly grunted in response. But to all I was an upstanding member of the suburban community.

When the 19 year old girl next door took an interest in craft skills she naturally asked for my advice. Her own father was a respectable business man with no actual practical skills. I agreed to teach her a thing or two but told her we wouldn't be making jewelry boxes. I only made unique items.

The next day she showed up smiling from ear to ear at the garage doorway. I was already working on the mornings project. She was wearing knee length denim overalls with sunflowers sewn on, a yellow hard hat and a tool belt around her waist. I got the impression she'd taken the hobby solely for the cute outfit. I took the hard hat off and put it on the corner cabinet.

"No ones going to be dropping anything on your head inside here."

I rolled my eyes at her with exasperation and she blushed embarrassed. Her aura was positively adorable but as she unruffled her hair with a swing of her neck I couldn't help but admire how attractive she'd become.

The rest of the day I spent showing her the different tools; introducing rules like measuring twice and cutting once; where she should put her hands to ensure safety. She was full of positivity and questions, most of them of went unanswered. I was more of the school of practical demonstration and learn by doing.

She was an excellent student. Attentive, thorough and dedicated yet I soon learned her biggest problem, a lack of confidence. She was far too tentative. As I encouraged her to set a dovetail joint using a mallet to hammer the wood together she hardly tapped the wood into place. Eventually I had to seize the mallet, grasping her small hand around the handle and guide her arm down in powerful strikes until the wood was thrust into place.

When the joint was set she looked up at me over her shoulder. I was standing so close behind her I could smell her honey scented hair. I hadn't realised but I had clasped one hand against the inside of her waist whilst guiding her thrust. Her eyes were soft and her breath was shallow as she looked up. I felt a sudden surge of desire. An overwhelming sense of power and lust. I wanted to kiss her and I knew she wanted the same.

A gentle knock on the workshop door quickly broke us apart however. It was your father. A man only a handful of years older than myself. He was glad to see his daughter show an interest in something productive. And suspected nothing of our momentary attraction.

He quickly explained that he and your mom would be away for the weekend, that there was plenty of food in the fridge and asked if you would be ok by yourself. You accepted all too happily and I was asked to ensure you didn't have any parties and maybe look in on her.

"Not to worry," I assured your father, "If she misbehaves, I'll be sure to let you know."

The words were an innocent turn of phrase but I noticed a guilty blush on your face that incriminated us both. Luckily your father was in too much of a rush to pick up on your awkward social cues.

When your father left we returned to our lesson. As the evening closed in we were just about complete. Our labours were almost finished and my design was near complete. Yet I could tell you remained clueless as to what we were building. Finally you found the courage to ask.

"Uhm, Mr. Goodwin?"

I Grunted a hum of acknowledgement.

"What is it we're making?"

I gave her a severe look, as though she were questioning the quality of my craft. When I realised she genuinely didn't know, I answered.

"It's a bondage table. A unique design of my own. Clients pay well for one of my designs." I said it with a touch of pride. "Not just tables either. Beds, benches, collars, restraints..."

I looked at the innocent 19 year old. Her face was pale but her cheeks were scarlet. She fidgeted and looked to the floor. I was about to dismiss her for the evening when she finally spoke.

"Could you show me how it works?"

Hi All,

So I'm looking for a nice submissive girl to continue this long term RP. I'm open minded about the direction of the prompt and happy to both discuss and change details already listed in my prompt.

For example I've listed the girl as the young daughter of my neighbor. I would happily change to a new neighbor possibly a single mother or someone in a couple, maybe even someone who identifies as a lesbian. I'm open to the character being entirely be your own as you perceive them to be. As for my character I imagine them as a professional man in his early to mid 30s.

My kinks for the RP include: Bondage, orgasm control, voyeurism/exhibitionism, D/s, mild BDSM, anal, cum play, raceplay, toys etc. I'm open to so much more so if you have a question just ask.

Limits are extreme abusive rape, underage, watersports etc.