Coming Out of Her Shell

by Gillian Colbert

  Kinky Susan was getting her into trouble. Masturbating in the backyard, damn near fucking her neighbor in public. What was next, whips and chains? Pole dancing? Kinky Susan was wet and vibrating at the notion of finding out what Eric had in store for her, but Normal Susan was cringing and a bit nauseous.

  She might as well face it, she didn't have the courage to look Eric in the face after what had happened at Ex Libris. Susan had taken avoiding him to Olympic levels. If they gave out medals for ducking into doorways and crouching behind bushes, she'd earned the gold for sure.

  She wasn't going. He'd threatened to track her down if she didn't show up, but did that really matter? She was in control of what she did, not him. If she didn't show up what was the worst thing he could do to her?

  #

  She wasn't going to come. Eric could practically feel her waffling. He knew Susan was home. Her car was in her driveway and he'd watched her walk into her house that morning.

  She'd been doing her damnedest to avoid him all week. He'd gotten a kick out of it in the beginning. He was just frustrated now.

  The first time she'd run into him after the bookstore, she'd turned such a pretty shade of red he couldn't help but smile. He'd been walking out his front door when she'd been about to get into her car. She'd frozen like a deer in headlights when she'd noticed him.

  Eric had grinned at her discomfort. He didn't think it was possible, but she reddened even more. He'd decided to put her out of her misery and had walked over to his car. When he moved, she'd finally recovered herself and all but leapt into her car. Just as she swung the door shut, Eric had called out, "Two o'clock, Susan. Don't be late!" She'd backed out of her driveway so fast her tires squealed.

  He hadn't seen her since.

  Eric was nothing if not a man of his word. He'd told her he'd go after her and he would too. If she forced him to run her to ground in public again, he'd make the bookstore look private in comparison to the public orgasm he'd force on her.

  She really shouldn't push him in this. Eric was not a man who generally went without sex. That's not to say he was a man-slut, he was definitely picky, but Susan's little show crept into his head every time he tried to get down with someone else. As a result, the only sex he'd gotten since Susan had started her little carnal matinee had been of the manual variety.

  He was horny and cranky and, if he had to kidnap her and tie her down, he was going to fuck her. Today.

  Eric had spent the entire last week planning this afternoon. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her and what he planned was going to take her places he was quite sure she'd never been. The key was Susan's voluntary participation. He wouldn't force anything on her, that wasn't his deal, but he very much wanted her at his mercy. Submitting to him. Being penetrated by him.

  Eric's cock sprung to life at the thought of Susan naked and writhing under him.

  Fuck! She'd better show up.

  #

  It was 2:00 pm on the dot when Susan stepped onto Eric's porch. After much agonizing, she'd decided not to risk another scene with Eric and had screwed up her courage to come over. Now that she was confronted with actually seeing him though, her stomach was roiling once again.

  Torn between staying and fleeing, Susan closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she smoothed imaginary wrinkles in her pale lavender, silk wrap dress. She'd finally just closed her eyes and grabbed the first thing she touched and put it on. Lucky for her it was one of her favorite outfits. Combined with strappy, high-heeled sandals and some tasteful makeup she had her best feminine armor on and figured it wasn't going to get any better than this.

  She raised a slightly shaking hand to knock only see an envelope taped to the door with her name printed on it in small, neat block letters. Completely nonplussed, she yanked the envelope off the door and turned it over in her hand.

  It was a standard white envelope. The kind you'd get at the local drugstore. The envelope wasn't sealed; the flap was just tucked in. She opened it, pulled out a single sheet of paper and began to read...

  Susan - I'm glad you're being reasonable and came over on your own. I have something very special planned for us, however, you will be required to follow my instructions exactly, without hesitation or question. If you can do this, I promise you an afternoon you will never forget. If you can't obey me, then you should leave now. But, know this, if you ever masturbate in your backyard again, I'll sick the police on you. Your days of teasing me are over.

  If you think you can handle playing MY game, come in and head up the stairs. Go to the room at the end of the hall. You'll find more instructions there. -E

  Susan stared at the note for long minutes. She had absolutely no clue what to do. Clearly Eric had something planned, but he was asking for complete obedience and trust. She barely knew him, this was completely unreasonable.

  She didn't think he would hurt her. He'd had every opportunity to do something to her if he wanted to, but not hurting her and submitting to him were very different things. If she was completely honest though, the way he had overwhelmed her in the store and controlled the situation had been a big part of her response.

  Just thinking about what he'd done to her had her dripping wet. Her breath hitched and her pussy clenched. There was no hiding this from herself, she wanted him to do it again.

  Susan placed the note in her purse and, inhaling deeply, opened the door and stepped inside.

  Chapter 4

  Eric's house was surprisingly spare. She wasn't really sure what she'd expected, but the house had a casual elegance to it that she wouldn't have expected from a dog trainer. Yes, that was completely stereotypical, but there you have it.

  The door opened up into a spacious living/dining room combo with a kitchen at the back. The furniture had clean, modern lines, but still looked comfortable. Each piece was sizable, not the miniature Ikea type furniture that made you wonder if it was built for actual human beings. No, Eric's furniture had modern lines, but looked as if you could settle in and get comfortable.

  There was a reading nook in one corner of the great room with a nice club-style chair and table. There were rows upon rows of books lining the walls. He was obviously an avid reader.

  Susan wondered what types of books he read, but she figured that would have to wait. His note hadn't said to wonder around his house and try to get a read on his psyche from his book titles.

  The stairs were to her left and she headed up to the next level. At the top of the stairs, was a long hallway with a door on each side and one at the end. Susan guessed the other two doors belonged to a bathroom and maybe a guest room or office, considering the one at the far end of the hall had to be Eric's room since that was where he instructed her to go.

  The closer Susan came to the door, the more anxious she became. Her heart raced and she trembled from head to toe. Would he be in there? For that matter, where was he? He had to be nearby.

  All too soon, Susan was standing directly in front of Eric's door with her hand on the doorknob. She was frozen in place. Her muscles seemed to have lost all connection to her brain. She kept thinking "open the door," but nothing was happening.

  Did she really want to do this? Could she do it? But what the hell was "it" anyway?

  That was the real question. Susan had no idea what she was walking into and that was not her deal. She stayed in control, not the other way around. If she walked into that room, she was agreeing to give Eric control. More importantly, she was conceding all of her own control.

  Her hand fell away from the doorknob. She couldn't do it. This wasn't for her. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? What if she didn't want to do something he asked of her?

  There were too many questions and not enough answers for her taste. She turned to leave and stopped suddenly. Tears threatened and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop them from spilling.

  She was a coward. She was lying to herself. This wasn't about control. This was about fear. She was afraid to be vul
nerable. She was afraid she wasn't strong enough, so she shied away from people and relationships.

  It was why she was alone at the age of 35. Why she had no relationships except her dog. And, let's face it, Susan controlled every aspect of Roxy's life, so there was no risk there. For a biscuit and a belly rub, Roxy was devoted.

  Shoulders sagging, Susan stood in Eric's hallway and felt like a complete failure. She wasn't ready for this. She should just leave and forget all about this.

  Forget about what though? She still didn't know and if she walked away now, she'd always wonder. It couldn't hurt for her to see what his next instructions were. With her curiosity satisfied she could at least put an end to this.

  Susan lifted her chin, threw her shoulders back and walked into Eric's bedroom.

  Again, he surprised her. Where his house was modern and light, his bedroom screamed dark masculinity. The walls were a silvery gray and a huge, king-sized bed dominated the room. The bed itself was creamy quilted leather in a platform style with a midnight blue, suede coverlet. Several large pillows gave the bed a comfortable, cozy look that made you want to climb in and snuggle down.

  The bed was flanked on either side by simple wood tables that appeared to have been stained a deep blue color. A large, flat screen TV was mounted on the wall directly across from the bed. He obviously liked to watch TV in bed.

  In one corner was a comfortable looking, armless chair that was fairly low to the ground. There was an ottoman resting in front of it, but there was no table or lamp in the corner.

  On one of the tables next to the bed was another envelope, a blindfold, two toys - a dildo and something she'd never seen - and a bottle of lubricant. Susan just stared in consternation at the items. Exactly what in the hell was he planning? Susan shivered at the possibilities of what she saw in front of her.

  Opening the envelope, Susan pulled out another neatly printed note.

  Susan - I see you've decided to play. That pleases me. I remind you that by coming this far you've agreed to comply with my wishes completely and without hesitation or question. If at some point you decide that what I am asking for is too much for you, you have simply to say "Red," our game will stop and you are free to go. If you use this word, however, be aware that will end the game completely as well as any association we may have, so use it wisely.

  Assuming you haven't thrown this note down and left, here is what I expect you to do ... undress completely. You may put your clothes in my closet. Sit at the foot of my bed facing the door. Spread your legs so that when I enter the room I can see your pussy. Blindfold yourself and play with your nipples. I want them hard, red and swollen when I enter the room. Then ... wait.

  Take this seriously. I expect each one of my directions to be followed to the letter. There will be consequences if they are not. - E

  Susan stared at the letter in utter disbelief and stark arousal. He couldn't possibly be serious. There was no way she could do what he was asking her to do. She'd die of humiliation. Her body disagreed. Her pussy had flooded and begun to ache simply reading his words.

  The notion of blindfolding herself made her stomach clench tightly. Not being able to see made her feel incredibly vulnerable. She'd never allowed any of her lovers to do that to her in the past. She wanted to know exactly what was going on at all times.

  Yeah, the blindfold wasn't working for her. Now that she was here in his room, however, she wanted to find out what Eric would do to her. After all, she had only to say "Red" and she was right back in control.

  Susan trusted that Eric would keep his word. After he'd given his command to come to his house, Susan had begun questioning the neighbors about him in the guise of being interested in training classes for Roxy. She'd characterized it that she couldn't attend the classes because of her schedule and wanted to know if he could be trusted since she may need to have him in her house. Unanimously, he was categorized as trustworthy and someone who kept his word. So, here she was.

  With a mental shake, Susan took the plunge. She placed the note with the other one in her purse and walked into Eric's closet to undress. Again, Eric shattered her stereotypes. His closet was as organized as hers. She wondered if they used the same system. Whereas hers was filled primarily with business suits, blouses and slacks, his was stocked with jeans, casual shirts and shorts. Her shoe racks were filled with stilettos, his with sneakers and a few pairs of dress shoes. But, like her, his clothes were also organized by category and color.

  For some reason, the sight of his closet relaxed Susan considerably. Seeing this small bit of common ground with Eric was reassuring.

  On that thought, Susan began to undress. She noticed an empty hanger and placed her dress on it. She'd chosen a flesh colored lace bra and thong and she placed those neatly on top of a set of built-in drawers along with her purse. She deposited her shoes in an empty corner of the closet.

  Susan walked over by Eric's bed and contemplated the blindfold again. She didn't think she was ready to put absolute trust in Eric. It was a huge step just for her to be here. The blindfold was too much.

  With that, she took her place at the end of Eric's bed, positioned herself as he'd demanded, took both nipples between forefinger and thumb and began to play.

  #

  Eric was wearing a path in his carpet, but he couldn't sit down and just wait. She was in his house, just one door away and it was killing him to stay in his office and wait.

  Once he'd decided to play this particular game with her, he'd realized that she needed to meet him half-way. He'd made very careful inquiries about her and learned that she was an executive at QuestCom, a local technology firm. He also learned that very few people knew her well and that she seemed extremely reserved, yet very polite and cordial. In other words, repressed.

  Juxtapose that against the erotic woman masturbating for him in her backyard, and you have an extremely sexual woman waiting to break out of some self-imposed chains. Well, he had the key, but she had to want it. Hence, the notes.

  For Eric, though, the waiting was giving him gray hair. He knew she'd gone as far as his bedroom because he'd heard her walk by. For a minute there, he'd thought she was going to chicken out when she'd taken so long to open the door. She had done it though.

  His mind was full of images of her undressing which of course meant that his dick was so hard it hurt. Eric had watched her walk over. The purple dress she wore hugged her body and accentuated her breasts. The sandals were sexy and the extra height made her appear regal. Overall, she came off elegant and remote. Almost aloof. Eric planned to change that. Before this night was over, he wanted her flushed, swollen and replete from coming.

  What he was really curious about was if she'd follow all of his instructions or only those she wished to. He'd promised consequences if she didn't and he was quite serious. He enjoyed a good spanking. Eric wasn't like some though, he wasn't interested in bruises or welts, but he did like to cherry up a pale little ass. He had a definite feeling Susan's ass was going to be nice and pink before the night was over.

  A glance at the clock on his computer said that ten minutes had passed from when he heard his bedroom door open and close. It was show time.

  Eric's cock was throbbing in anticipation as he walked to his bedroom. He had thought out quite meticulously what he planned to do to Susan and he couldn't wait to get started.

  He quietly opened the door and almost came on the spot. She was magnificent in her arousal. She had done everything he'd asked, except the blindfold, but her head was thrown back as she pinched and tugged on her nipples. They were red and swollen just as he'd demanded.

  Even from across the room he could see that her cunt was dripping wet. Susan obviously trimmed her curls close and her lips were flushed and swollen.

  Eric was going to enjoy eating her pussy. His mouth watered at the thought of delving into her and sucking on her clitoris. He was going to make her scream and beg before he was done with her.

  She wasn't going to submit read
ily though as her refusal to put on the blindfold demonstrated. He'd have to proceed carefully with her, but she was definitely getting spanked.

  Chapter 5

  "I see you decided to ignore my instructions."

  Susan's eyes flew open. She hadn't heard him come in. Truthfully, she'd been caught up in the fantasy as she'd played with her nipples. She'd been imagining Eric fondling her. Telling her in a graphic whisper exactly what he intended to do to her. As a result, she was dripping wet and her nipples were hard to the point of pain.

  Her stomach clenched at his words and she dropped to her hands to her sides.

  "You don't have permission to stop and you've already earned a punishment for the blindfold, do you want to add another?" Eric's voice was deep and silky smooth, almost amused.

  "Permission?" Susan asked defiantly, but she resumed playing with her nipples. Better to see how he was going to play this before she pushed him any further.

  "Yes, permission," Eric replied. "My note should have been quite clear. Follow my instructions completely without question and without hesitation."

  He advanced on her as he spoke. "Susan, I am going to explain myself again, just this once, so listen very carefully. After this, you do as I say. Period. Your only option will be to use your word to end the game completely.

  Understand that we are playing. I will not hurt you nor will I do anything that you don't truly want me to, but I will push your limits and I may not stop something just because you say no. People often say no when they don't really mean it, but if you say "red," everything ends immediately. Do you understand?"

  Susan looked away from him as she swallowed audibly, "Yes, Eric. I understand."

  "Good," he said mildly as he knelt in front of her and began to stroke down her neck with one finger.