Amazingly well, almost too well.

Jessica blinks and then looks at you. "Oh. John, right? I'm so sorry I was rude to you earlier. I just didn't really... I guess I forgot myself. I'm sorry." She looks truly humbled, perhaps even ashamed, as she struggles to apologize. "God, I've been bad my whole life. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." You're sure that last one wasn't meant for you, specifically but was rather more a general admission of remorse.

Curious, you grin and ask, "Would it help you feel better if I punished you?"

Her eyes widen, and then she thinks about it for a moment and brightens. "Yes. Actually, yes I think it would. Oh, would you?" She crawls towards you submissively. "Please? I've been very bad." Noticing the massive erection in your pants, she gasps. "Oh, fuck! Does that hurt? Let me help you with that!"

She's on you very quickly, tucking her knees under herself and reaching for your belt. "Please, it's the least I can do for you." She raises her eyes to your face as she works the belt free of its buckle. She wants it bad.

"No, get off of me." You push her away, "Not yet, bitch."

The word hits her like a slap, and she shrinks away from you. "I'm so sorry, please don't tell my husband."

Now that's interesting. You intend to satisfy your lusts with this woman, but first you are deeply invested in this power of yours and how it works. "Don't tell him what? That you're trying to cheat on him?"

Her eyes shoot wide and she shakes her head. "What? No! I wasn't— I just—" She hadn't even considered that putting her mouth on your cock could be considered cheating, she was so eager to serve you.

"What then? Tell me."

"I didn't want him to hear that I'm still a bitch." she says, sounding defeated. "I want to be a good wife. I do. I've been going about this all wrong. I don't even know how he'll respond if I come to him with all this."

"You have to, though. It's only right. You need to help him want to dominate you." You remind her.

"I know." She looks at the ground. "I will do my best. But I can't even get the neighbor kid interested." She peeks up at you, hopeful.

"Answer some questions, and if you're real good, maybe I'll **** you."

She squeals delightedly. "Okay!"

Damn, she's a mess. Maybe you pushed a little too hard. You make a note to adjust your approach a little for the next house.

You ask her a litany of questions about her sex life. How often she has sex, what kind, how much she enjoys it. You ask about her masturbatory habits, if she owns any sex toys or lingerie, etc. You ask about any secrets she harbors, either as secret fantasies or skeletons in her closet.

You aren't really sure why you're so curious. You are a bit of a voyeur, so you suppose it's just because she's the hot neighbor bitch and you've masturbated to her more than once in the year and half since they moved in. Maybe you just like the power you have over her, or the embarrassingly personal nature of the questions.

She answers them, of course, and the answers paint a picture of a severely repressed alpha female, starved for sexual satisfaction without even realizing it. Her husband wants it a lot more than she does, and she often has to ward him off. Sometimes she gives it up just to get it over with. They only do the same boring position every time, with her lying uselessly on her back. She never masturbates, owns no sex toys, and owns some bridal lingerie she wore on her wedding night and hasn't touched since, but she's sure it would still fit because she stays in shape.

As for secrets, as it turns out, she's a bit more interesting. She once sucked off a client to close a huge deal at work. That contract led to her promotion. And in the fantasy department, she is painfully ignorant of what's even out there so her wildest fantasy is to have sex outside, like in a forest or something.

"Wow, you're so boring." You admit when she's done.

She nods, "Yes, I think I have been. But I want to be a better woman. Now, all this talk has made me very horny, and I believe there was some talk of fucking me like a slut?" she bites her lip, meeting your eyes without shame. "Please?"