Her Bitch of a Neighbor.

Eve had never gotten along with her Bitch of Neighbor; she'd always tried to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, while in reality she knew it was because when the girl was moving in last summer; she'd deliberately gone out to her car several times, in well filled bikini top, and her tight, skimpy little Daisy Duke shorts that had been part of Halloween Costume when her and her then Boyfriend Derek went as a Pair of HillBilly's, of course her substantial pair in a tiny checked mockery of flannel shirt, tied up under her matched 38DD's, lifting them a bit and making them look even bigger.

While she might no have 'needed' go out to her car as many times as she did, she had to admit that she'd enjoyed the the double and triple take looks she got from the guys moving the redheads furniture into her apartment. Plus, she'd convinced herself that she really 'needed' that particular tube of lip gloss that was in her car. Oh, and her second trip to the car was because she'd really wanted to grab the bikini she'd left in her car after the beach trip she'd been on with Derek, she'd gotten a lot of attention from the tiny black number and wanted to wash it for next time. She didn't feel guilty for shaking the sand out if the tiny bikini, she just happened to do it when the gas were coming back to the truck and struck up a friendly conversation them. How was she supposed to know that the guy she was talking too was the redheaded bitch's boyfriend? She kept telling herself she just being friendly. She still had trouble finding a convincing reason for her third trip to the car, but she did know that being bent over in those tiny, skimpy, skin tight cut-offs with half her butt cheeks on display, reaching into the car as she rummaged through the junk that accumulated in there. But, she'd quickly gain some very interested young men who offered her their assistance. Derek had long since gone, seems he couldn't tolerate her being the center of attention more then him and his ego couldn't take it. So she was back on her own, till she met Richard on line. Ever since then the little redheaded bitch had glared at her and gave her stink-eye for no reason she could think of. The little bitch shouldn't be jealous. After all, Eve knew full well she was taller, built like a centerfold fantasy and while the redhead wasn't ugly, she was what they called Petite with the exception of her impressive bust, had to almost rival Eve's own 38DD's. But instead of accepting her role as Eve's mini-me the bitch got all uppity towards her.

That was why when Eve awoke from the Chloroform, and found herself securely bound and her mouth taped, she assumed Richard was somewhere around, preparing to surprise her. Eve had met Richard online and exchanged social media contacts. They'd had video chats and long talks and gotten to know each other and eventually got into talking about their love lives and sexual fantasies. Eventually, Eve shared the fact that her form boyfriend, Derek had introduced her to 'Bondage' fantasies, as well as discussing some of the more revealing Costumes she'd worn for Halloween Parties, that were so sexy. Police Officer 'Big Boobs' or her 'Hillbilly' costume with the skimpy cut-offs and tons of boobs. He was handsome and a really cool guy and they eventually decided to meet and at a restaurant and go out on a date. They even talked about playing a game of self bondage and Eve was pushing the relationship, so quickly agreed. They soon set a date and time for their first big date. Eve, not being a complete airhead, after agreeing to meet Richard for the first time in such an intimate setting, also called one of her girlfriends and arranged for her to come by and check on her, after 45 minutes to an hour, just in case Richard wasn't what he appeared to be, if they were gone, off on their date; she could just lock up and take off and Eve would owe her a bottle of wine and a favor.

Then her phone rang, and machine picked up. "This is Eve, I'm all tied up at the moment, leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. BEEP."

The she heard Richards voice, "Hey Babe; If everything's going to plan, you should be really tied up in the literal sense of the word, and your surprise should either be there with you about to arrive." Eve went wide eyed at what she'd just heard, then wondered what was going on when her door opened in strutted her smug, little, redheaded neighbor. But the petite redhead with the big boobs looked a lot more intimadating in black leather boots with spiked heels, skin tight, black acid washed jeans and a bikini top that showed off her impressive assets and barely contained them!

The redhead strutted in to where Eve lay helpless and grinned, "Love the answering machine message Babe. So fitting for the game we're playing, Bitch! Oh, you're surprised? Good, Slut; this'll really be a big surprise for you. I guess you're too stupid to have figured out that 'Richard' isn't real and never was, just an Internet Character, I invented to get you to play the game. Oh, I guess still don't know that my Cable and Internet were tapped off yours by a previous tenent, imagine my surprise when you went online and your search showed up my laptop? I bought my own router to to secure my Internet, for my desktop and tablet, but I left the old laptop tied onto your connection so I keep track of what your doing. I'm actually 'Richard', I designed him after tracking your searches and taking notes if what you were looking for, and I created the perfect, caring, yet adventurous, but sensitive man who didn't just want you for that her body, but would appreciate it. Oh, the call, that was a friend of mine, he's an actor and played the part and made the call, but since I have copies of your e-mail exchanges and your signed agreement to play this game and remain the willing bondage captive for as long as the game lasts. So you won't be calling any lawyers, unless you want to be laughing stock of the Internet? Well, Blondie-Big-Boobs' how's it feel to be a 'Bondage Bitch'? My Bondage Bitch, Slut?

With a smile on her lips the Petite Redhead who now looked like a statuesque Amazon standing over her in those tight jeans with sneer on her lips, reached into her back pocket and pulled out a collar and leash. The Collar was held in front of Eve's wide eyes, and the black leather collar had written in gleaming studs, 'Renee's Pet Slut-EVE'. The collar was cinched around Eve's throat and she was pulled from the bed, **** to hop to the corner and was leaned into the corner facing it.

With a hard slap to her ass, the redhead, Renee left her leaning into the corner while she started to search the bedroom.