Gael takes his shy girlfriend to an obedience training session with their neighbor, exploring limits and submission in a scene charged with desire, power, and vulnerability.
Gael, the reborn cultivator, walked with a steady pace along the path that led to the neighbor's house. His hand, warm and secure, enveloped that of his girlfriend, a shy young woman with a sweet gaze who barely dared to lift her eyes from the ground. The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the path, and the air carried the scent of freshly watered earth. Gael knew what he was going to do, and his heart beat with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to what was to come, her face flushed and her fingers intertwined with his as if seeking refuge.
Upon reaching the house door, Gael knocked with a sharp rap. The wood echoed, and heavy footsteps approached from inside. The door opened, revealing the neighbor, a tall and muscular man, with a smile that seemed to know more than it should. His eyes rested on the young woman, and Gael noticed how his gaze lingered on her curves, on the generous breasts that could be glimpsed under the simple dress she wore. The neighbor invited them in with a sweeping gesture of his hand, and Gael, without letting go of his girlfriend, guided her inside.
The house was cozy, with dark wooden furniture and an aroma of burning wood floating in the air. The neighbor led them to the main room, where a large rug covered the floor and a dim light came from a table lamp. Gael realized that the man had not stopped looking at his girlfriend for a moment, and a feeling of warmth began to spread through his body. He knew that what was about to happen was risky, but the idea excited him more than he could admit.
—Sit down—said the neighbor, pointing to a sofa—. How can I help you?
Gael smiled, his voice calm but firm.
—My girlfriend needs... training. I believe you are the right person to teach her a few things.
The neighbor raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.
—Training? What kind?
—Obedience—Gael replied, his gaze fixed on the man's eyes—. I want her to learn to follow orders without questioning them.
The young woman looked at Gael with a mixture of confusion and nervousness, but said nothing. The neighbor nodded, as if he perfectly understood what was being asked of him.
—Very well. Let's start.
The man approached the girl and, without warning, placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards the center of the room. Gael stood, watching them intently. The neighbor positioned himself in front of her and, with a quick movement, pulled her toward him, pressing his body against hers. The young woman let out a small gasp of surprise, but did not resist.
—First, we are going to work on her posture—said the neighbor, his voice deep and authoritative—. Get down on your knees.
She obeyed without hesitation, her hands resting on the floor and her head bowed. Gael felt his cock harden inside his pants upon seeing her in that position, so submissive and vulnerable. The neighbor knelt behind her and, with his hands, began to adjust her posture, making sure her back was straight and her hips slightly raised.
—Now, lift your head—the man ordered, and she did, her gaze fixed on the floor—. Good. That's better.
Gael approached slowly, his heart pounding. He stopped to one side, close enough to see every detail, but far enough not to interfere. The neighbor, without saying a word, slid a hand down the young woman's back, stopping at the curve of her waist. Then, with a fluid movement, he brought his other hand forward, grazing her leg before moving up to her thigh.
The girl held her breath, but did not move. Gael watched as the neighbor leaned forward, his face close to her ear.
—Are you ready to learn?—the man whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
—Yes—she replied, her voice barely audible.
The neighbor smiled and, without further ado, sat down on his heels, using her body as a chair. The young woman moaned softly as she felt the man's weight on her, but did not complain. Gael, excited by the scene, brought a hand to his crotch, beginning to masturbate slowly through the fabric of his pants. The neighbor, oblivious to Gael's actions, slid his hands down the girl's arms, stopping at her wrists before moving up to her shoulders.
—Relax—the man murmured, his voice calm—. Trust me.
She nodded, although her body trembled slightly. The neighbor, with a fluid movement, brought a hand to her chest, sliding his fingers over the fabric of her dress before sinking them into her flesh. The young woman let out a muffled gasp, her eyes closing as she felt the man's firm yet gentle touch. Gael watched with delight as the neighbor began to massage her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples through the fabric.
—You have beautiful breasts—said the neighbor, his voice husky—. Do you like them to be touched?
She did not answer, but her breathing quickened, and Gael knew she was enjoying the attention. The man smiled and, with a quick movement, pulled the neckline of her dress, exposing one of her breasts. The young woman opened her eyes wide, but did not resist. The neighbor leaned forward, his mouth approaching the erect nipple.
—May I?—he asked, although his tone left no room for refusal.
She nodded, and Gael felt his cock throb as he watched the man lick and suck his girlfriend's breast. The neighbor worked skillfully, alternating between soft licks and light bites, making the girl moan and writhe slightly under his weight. Gael moved closer, his hand moving faster over his crotch, enjoying the scene as if he were a privileged spectator.
—Now the other one—said the neighbor, his voice heavy with desire.
The young woman obeyed, allowing the man to repeat the process with her other breast. Gael watched with fascination as his girlfriend, usually so shy and reserved, surrendered to pleasure under the hands and mouth of the neighbor. The man, pleasing Gael, maintained an expression of normalcy, as if all this were part of a routine training.
—Now—said the neighbor, jumping up and placing himself in front of her—, we are going to work on your flexibility.
The young woman looked at him curiously, but said nothing. The man unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his thick, red erection. Gael held his breath as he saw the tip of the neighbor's penis graze his girlfriend's leg, and she, obedient, did not move.
—Lean on the sofa—the man ordered, and she did, her hands pressing against the backrest as she bent forward.
The neighbor positioned himself behind her, his erection aligning with the entrance of her pussy. Gael, with his cock hard and throbbing, moved closer, his hand moving frantically as he watched the man prepare to penetrate his girlfriend.
—Ready?—the neighbor asked, his voice husky.
—Yes—she replied, her voice trembling.
The man said nothing more. With a fluid movement, he entered her, his thick member sliding inside her tight pussy. The young woman moaned, her head dropping forward as her body adapted to the invasion. Gael watched with fascination as the neighbor began to move, going in and out of her with a constant rhythm, his red and shiny erection against his girlfriend's pale skin.
—Do you like it?—the neighbor asked, his voice charged with desire.
—Yes—she replied, her voice barely audible.
Gael, with his cock about to burst, wondered what would happen next. The neighbor kept moving, his sweaty body glistening under the dim light of the room. The young woman, obedient and submissive, allowed herself to be carried away, her body responding to the man's rhythm. Gael, excited and pleased, knew that this was only the first part of an erotic scene that promised much more. The future of what was happening hung in the air, with infinite possibilities of pleasure and submission. And he, with his cock hard and throbbing, was ready to see how far they would go.