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SIMON SAYS
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Elaine had only been in the apartment for ten minutes when the phone rang. She picked it up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"It's me," Simon said. "I will be there shortly, and I will be bringing an associate with me. Set yourself up." And he hung up.
Elaine replaced the receiver slowly and then sat without moving for several minutes. Then she got up, went into the bedroom and took off all her clothes. Completely naked, she walked into the wide foyer that served as the entrance to the apartment. About ten feet from the front door a pair of manacles rested on the floor, one on either side of the hallway. Each was attached to a chain, the other end of which was set into the wall near the floor. A set of handcuffs hung from a chain set into the middle of the ceiling. Using her bare feet, Elaine drew each of the manacles away from the wall toward the center of the foyer, as far as its chain would stretch. She then crouched down and fastened one of them around her left ankle, adjusting it so that it held her snugly without cutting off her circulation. She had to stand up in order to move her legs far enough apart so that her right foot could reach the other manacle. With her legs spread so widely it was difficult for her to bend enough to fasten it around her right ankle, but she did so. Then, balancing herself with great effort on her radically splayed feet, she reached up for the dangling handcuffs, which she was just able to grasp. She had to stretch to do it, and it took her several tries, but she finally managed to secure the cuffs tightly around her wrists, her right hand clicking the steel band around her left wrist, and vice versa. Now she stood there, in a kind of inverted Y, her whole body taut and straining, completely unable to move, her limbs already aching, her full breasts lifted and tightened by her raised arms, her rounded thighs quivering with strain, all of her open, helpless and completely naked, facing the door. She would be the first thing Simon's friend would see when he entered the apartment.
It was not the first time she had been in this position, but still she was surprised at how quickly it became unbearable. The stress on her widely stretched legs was so great that they soon became unable to support her and she was forced to let herself hang by her wrists. But the strain on her arms and shoulders, not to mention the clasp of the cruel metal cuffs around her abraded wrists, swiftly made that option untenable as well, and she had to compel herself to stand on her feet again as well as she could, until she couldn't any more, and the cycle began again.
When she heard herself moaning she told herself to stop. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Not a moan, not a whimper, not a gasp. But it was no good. She couldn't stop the whimpers, or the gasps, and after a while she stopped trying. She was moaning almost continuously by the time she finally heard Simon's key in the lock.
His friend came in first though, Simon having stepped politely aside to let him precede his host. And, as planned, she was the first thing he saw. He stopped still in his tracks, staring at her. Simon came in after him and closed the door.
"Richard, I'd like you to meet my wife," he said.
* * *
She remembered the first time.
She had known Simon for a month, and they had just gotten engaged. They were sitting in a restaurant that night, celebrating their engagement with a fancy dinner. Elaine had never been so happy. She and Simon were discussing their honeymoon plans when Simon interrupted what she was saying by pointing over to a thin, nondescript young man sitting alone across the room.
"You see that man over there?" Simon said. "With the blue suit on?"
Elaine looked. "Yes," she said, smiling, because she loved Simon's spontaneity, as she loved everything about him. "I see him. Why?"
"I want you to go over there and tell him you want to suck his cock for him," Simon said.
Elaine stared at him, her smile fading slowly. "What?" she said.
Simon was looking at her calmly. "I want you to go over and tell that man that you want to suck his cock for him," he repeated. "And then, if he agrees, as I'm sure he will, I want you to do it."
Elaine still stared. Then she began to smile again, though less brightly. "This is a joke, right?" she said, trying to laugh.
"No," Simon said. "It's not a joke."
His face was still calm, his brown eyes steady on hers. She was so stunned she didn't know how to react. She shook her head in bewilderment.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded.
"No," Simon said. "I am perfectly sane."
"But--but what do you--what are you--I mean--Jesus, Simon! Who is he, anyway?"
"I have no idea," Simon said.
"Then why would you--how can you--"
"It's just something I want you to do, Elaine."
"But--but WHY?"
"To please me," Simon said.
Elaine blinked her eyes, as if trying to wake up from a dream. Simon just waited.
"No way!" Elaine said then. "Are you out of your mind, Simon? I'm not going to--with some stranger--Oh Christ, I know this is some kind of gag, right? What, did you make a bet with your buddies or something? Some kind of a test? Come on, Simon. This is our engagement dinner, for god's sake!"
"So you won't," Simon said.
"No, of course I won't! Even if I thought you were serious. What the hell do you think I am?"
"My future wife," Simon said.
"Well, I am that," Elaine said. "But I--I don't believe you want your future wife sucking off some strange man in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I don't believe that for a minute."
"No," Simon said. "I don't expect you to actually do it in the restaurant, merely to tell him what you want to do, which can be done without drawing attention. Once he agrees, you may take him somewhere more private--the ladies' room perhaps, or the men's room, or somewhere else--and do it for him there."
"Well, forget it," Elaine said. "I still don't think you're serious, but forget it."
"When you have finished," Simon said, "you will return to the table and we can go on talking about our honeymoon."
There was a pause. "Why don't we go on talking about it now?" Elaine said.
Simon resumed eating.
"Simon?" Elaine said.
Simon said nothing.
"You're scaring me," Elaine said.
"Your dinner is getting cold," Simon said.
Elaine resumed eating.
"I'm not going to do it," she said after a while.
"It's your choice," Simon said.
"Then can we talk about our honeymoon?"
"Of course," Simon said.
Elaine talked. Simon said nothing.
After a while Elaine stopped talking. Simon was still eating. Elaine lay down her knife and fork and sat quietly for a few moments. Then she pushed back her chair, got up, and walked slowly across the restaurant to where the young man was still sitting. She didn't look back at Simon.
"Excuse me," she said to the man.
He looked up, surprised.
Elaine swallowed. "May I--may I sit down for a moment?"
The man's eyes narrowed. He nodded warily.
She sat across from him. She still didn't look over at Simon. She took a deep breath.
"Here's the thing," she said. "My fiance is sitting over there, and he asked me to come over and tell you that I'd like to suck your cock." She said it quickly, before she could stop herself.
The man stared at her as she must have stared at Simon. "What?" he said.
She had to swallow before she could say it again. "You heard me," she said. "My fiance wants me to tell you that I'd like to suck your cock. So I'm telling you. Okay?"
He was frowning. "Is this a joke?"
"That's what I said. No, it's not."
"It's a trick then. You a hooker? I don't have that much--"
"I'm not a hooker. I don't want your money."
"You and your boyfriend--it's a badger game, right? I'm not--"
"No. There's no trick. But if you're not interested, fine. That's fine. In fact, I hope to hell you're not. Okay?"
"Well...what if I am? I mean, of course I am. I mean, you're a gorgeous woman, and you just--So what if I say yes?"
"Then I guess I'll do it," Elaine said. "That's what he wants me to do."
"Jesus," the young man said. "Where?"
"The men's room," Elaine said, not believing herself. "The ladies' room. Or--"
"I have a room in this hotel," the man said.
"All right," Elaine said. "Let's go."
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It didn't take long. The young man--she never even learned his name--wanted her to undress, but Simon had only told her to suck him off, not to indulge any of his whims, so she refused. He sat in a chair and she got down on her knees and opened his pants and took out his cock and sucked him off. She was self-conscious and angry with herself for doing this, and she did it rather mechanically, but it was plenty good enough for him, and he shot into her mouth within three minutes.
She didn't swallow it--Simon had not told her to. She got up, spit out his come into the bathroom sink, washed out her mouth and left.
She went down to the restaurant and rejoined Simon at their table.
"I did it," she said.
"Good," Simon said. "Tell me about it."
She did so. When she had finished she said, "How do you know I'm not just making this up?"
"I trust you," Simon said.
"Good," Elaine said. "Can we talk about our honeymoon now?"
"Of course, darling," Simon said.
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