Suzanne’s Return

Part II

By: R.J. Silverwood

(rj_silverwood@hotmail.com)

 

I recognized Suzanne’s red Grand Prix parked in the lot, but I never would have believed that I’d see several strings of beads hanging on the inside rear view mirror of it.  Although it’s common to see these in every other car today, for Suzanne to associate herself with what they represent is downright amazing.  I looked closer at the beads as I walked by her car and I was able to see the name ‘Suzi’ hanging from a particular colorful string of exotic beads.  Suzi. I said to myself.  She always hated that name.  I grinned as I wondered if she actually ‘earned’ them.

 

I kept my attention on the motel as I waited in the café for two coffees to go.  The lot wasn’t brightly lit but I still had a clear view of the door to our room.  As I waited I imagined the scene behind that door, and what must be going through Suzanne’s mind being left alone in her helplessness.  I noticed the clock on a bank sign as I started back across the highway. It flashed from 10:15pm to 65°.

 

I said nothing as I entered the room.  Suzanne lay on the bed quiet and motionless.  After sitting the coffees on the table I walked over and ran my hand along the back of her thigh and up to the soft fleshy cheek of her ass, then lightly pinched it.  Although she flinched she remained quiet.  I walked over, gathered her purse and clothing and took them to my car where I locked the items in the trunk.  Then quickly returned to the room, walked over and sat on the bed next to Suzanne and unlocked her leather hood.  After a minute the hood was loose and the gag removed from her mouth.  She squinted, coughed, bit down and then took in a deep breath.

 

 In almost a whisper she pleaded, “Please, please. Take it out.”

“Take what out Suzanne?” I asked, as I rolled her onto her side.  I knew what she wanted but I wanted her to be specific.  I wanted to hear her say it.  Although she’s not prudish really, I’ve never heard her refer to a pussy by anything other than a ‘twink’, or a cock by anything but a ‘weenie’.

 

“Down there”, she said as she drew another deep breath. “That thing.”

 

“What thing down where?”  I asked.  “You must be more specific Suzanne.”

 

She took several quick breaths and squinted at me with her watery green eyes.  She seemed to be trying to bring me into focus when I said,

“Oh.  I know what you mean”, then reached over and quickly removed one of the nipple clamps without any warning.

 

“AAAAHHMMM!!!” Her yell was nearly as severe as her body reflex, as she tightened against the steel.  Without thinking I immediately tried to cover her mouth. After several quick breaths she begin to relaxed a bit.

 

“If I knew you was going to make so much noise I would’ve left it on,” I said as I gently ran my finger around the freed nipple.

“I’m going to remove the other clamp Suzanne.  Do I need to replace that gag before I do it?”  I asked.

She squinted her eyes tight and shook her head, preparing herself for the inevitable pain she knew was coming.

 

“MMMMHHHHH”.  She managed to keep her cry at a lower level but her body still recoiled against the restraints in reaction to the pain of removing the clamp.

After a few moments of her laying on her side and catching her breath, she pulled herself the rest of the way onto her back, kept her eyes closed, and begin straining her hips and torso against the cuffs, relaxed then tightened her muscles again. 

I leaned over and began kissing the area of her tightened stomach above the waist belt, moving my mouth up her body with each additional kiss. By the time my mouth reached a nipple her body was in an uncontrollable cycle of muscle spasms.  I knew how sensitive Suzanne’s breasts were, and I could tell by her breathing, her movements and her stifled moan that her orgasm was only moments away.  While I teased one of her nipples with my mouth, I cupped her other breast with my hand and gently rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.   Suddenly she gasped, her body flexed and while stiffened against the metal holding her ankles and wrists at her back she begin to trembled.  My other arm encircled her back as she forced herself up, offering what she could of herself to me.

After what seemed like several minutes of holding this position she collapsed.  Catching her breath and between her labored breathing she pleaded again. “Please… please take it out!”

I raised up and moved my hand to the strap that was held tight between her legs.   The leather was soaked with her juices and although it wasn’t as strong, I could still feel the dying hum of the vibrator. 

 

“I can’t do it again!”  She pleaded.

 

“Take what out Suzanne?” I whispered.

 

“That THING!”  She answered sternly as she gave me the hardest look she could manage.

 

“That ‘thing’ is a dildo Suzanne.  A vibrating dildo,” I said.

 

“I know what it is.  Please take it out.”

 

“Take it out of what?” I asked with determined grin.  She knew what I wanted her to say.  We’ve played this game before.

 

“Down there.”  She answered.

 

“Down where?”

 

There was a moment of silence as she rolled her head to one side then back again.  After nearly three hours of this, it surprised me she had this much fight left in her.

“Pussy!” She quickly whispered.

 

“What’s that?  I couldn’t hear you.”

 

“Pussy!  Pussy…pussy…pussy.”  She said louder.

“Please take that dildo out of my pussy.”  She said clearly.

 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?  Of course I will.”

 

Suzanne was still on her back so it was easy to release the crotch strap that buckled to the front of the leather waist belt.  She held her knees apart as I pulled the dildo from her wet, reddened, swollen pussy.  I could smell her sex as I rolled her on the wet sheet to her stomach.  I unlocked her wrists and remove the belt and butt plug.  However, I decided to leave her ankles cuffed together.

 

It took a minute but she finally sat up without saying a word.  Then moved to the edge of the bed as I moved the coffee closer to her.  I thought twice about it, but then decided it’s had a chance to cool down a bit if she decided to throw it on me.  She took the coffee, “Thank you,” she said, and then raised her ankles to me.

 

“Not yet,” I told her, as I sat down in the chair with my own coffee.

 

As I looked at Suzanne I realized that I’ve never really seen her like this before.  Her damp matted hair and face still glistened with dried cum form her earlier effort to pleasure me orally.  I had encased her head within the hood right after she spend twenty minutes showing me how much she missed me.  Her eyes were red and watery, her makeup was smeared, and she looked tired.  Wetness glistened on her pubic hair, and the marks on her wrist were easily noticeable. But most of all she was quiet and… subdued.   Maybe it’s the ankle cuffs I thought.  I’m glad I decided to leave them on her.  And the chrome does enhance the pink polish of her pedicured feet.

 

She took a sip of her coffee and asked, “What are you going to do to me now?  Then added, “You can remove these ankle things, I don’t think I can stand, much less walk.”

It was then that I noticed Suzanne’s legs slightly quivering.

 

“Well, just try and relax for now, enjoy your coffee.” I suggested.

 

Suzanne and I spend the next hour or so talking.  She protested several times when I wouldn’t allow her to clean herself up.  And she was especially concerned about her clothes and purse.  I assured her they were fine, I put them up for now is all I would tell her.

 

After a while she did confess to a hasty marriage, but she’s determined to stick it out because, as she put it, she’s not going through a third divorce.  After talking with Suzanne a while longer, I concluded that she really didn’t care if they divorced but she wouldn’t be the one to initiate it.

I decided this wasn’t such a bad deal for me. Having an affair with my ex-wife, a woman I still find very attractive.  And I was still free to do as I please. I was lost in thought when I saw Suzanne rise and begin hobbling across the room.   She nearly lost her balance as her cuffed ankles permitted her to take only baby steps.

I enjoyed watching her naked body struggle to stay upright as she tried to walk to the bathroom.

 

“Where ya going hon?” I asked.

 

She stopped and slowly turned to me and said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

 

“You’ve got three minutes,” I said.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Three minutes.” I said again. Then added, “Don’t wash up, and don’t close the door.  We’re going shopping.”

 

Suzanne stood there in disbelief.

 

“Maybe you are, but I’m staying here.  I’m going to shower,” She said firmly.

 

“If you want to argue fine, if you need to pee fine.  Whichever, makes no difference to me.  But in two in a half minutes I’m putting you in the car and ‘WE’ are going shopping.”

 

“You wouldn’t dare Russ!?”  A look of panic came over her as she stared at me.

“NO! You can’t be serious!”

 

“Two minutes Suzi.”  I said calmly.

 

Suddenly, as though something clicked within her, she knew I was serious.  And she hurried to the bathroom as fast as her baby steps would move her.  I met her at the doorway and said, “Not allowed to close the door.”

 

“Ruuussss!?”

 

“If you have to tinkle, now’s the time.”  I said, as I looked at my watch.

 

“I can’t believe this.” She said as she sat on the commode.

“Why would you humiliate me like that?  You hate me don’t you?  In here is one thing, but the public?  What if someone sees me? What if we get stopped?  What if we break down? What if…”

I interrupted her in mid sentence.  Her thoughts and brain were moving at lightening speed.

“It’s dark, not many people are out, my windows are tinted, it’ll be ok.” I said.

Suzanne continued to protest the whole time I stood there looking at my watch.

The color completely drained away from her face when I said “Time’s up Suzi!” 

I handed her some toilet paper and told her to dry her pussy or she’d leave wet.

She sat there staring at me and didn’t answer.

“Ok then.”  I said, as I bent down and started to lift her onto my shoulder.  She immediately grabbed onto the hand railing along the wall.

 

“If I need to I’d get your little leather outfit ready.” I whispered into her ear.

She finally let go and other than her repeating “Please Russ, don’t make me do this.” There was no further resistance from her.

 

Suzanne was folded over my shoulder when I opened the door to the parking lot.  I used my key remote to unlock the car, which was parked immediately in front of the room.   When I was satisfied that no one was around, I rushed to the rear car door and laid Suzanne in the back seat, closed the door and returned to the room. After gathering a few items, I locked the door and headed for my Lincoln.

 

 

 

 

 

Suzanne was lying on the back floorboard when I returned to the car.  There was really no way to know she was in the car until I opened the driver’s door and the dome lights lit up the inside of it.  As soon as I got in the car she begins again telling me that I cannot take her out like this.  Hearing the obvious fear in her voice, I assured her that if she remained in the back, and especially on the floorboard she wouldn’t be seen by anyone.

 

“Dammit Russ!”  She snapped. “I don’t like this game!”  She emphasized the word ‘don’t’.

 

“I’ll be fun, Suzi.  You’ll love it, the night is young.”

 

“Will you at least take these damn things off my feet?”  Sounding more serious this time.

 

“In a little while.  I have to stop and get something first.”  I said, as I pulled from the motel’s lot.

 

Even though I never saw her, Suzanne wouldn’t stop reminding me of all the reasons this was a bad idea.   I was ready to change the subject.

 

“Tell me Suzi. How’d you get those beads I saw in your car?  The old fashion way?” I asked.

 

She was silent.

 

“Well?”  I said, reminding her I was waiting for an answer.

 

“A party.  There was a Mardi Gras party we went to and I… kinda had to much to drink.”

 

“And?” I asked, wanting her to explain further.

 

“And… and I didn’t really fit in.  So I tried to.”

 

“Sounds like fun.”  I said with a grin.

 

“They had a contest.  To see which of us could collect the most beads.  I suppose I was a total disappointment to my husband. What you saw is all I collected.”

 

“At least you got one with your name on it, that’s pretty special.”

 

“Not really, we all got one with our name on it.”

 

“Who’s we all?” I asked.

 

“All the girls.  I guess they had it planned that way.”

 

“Why do you keep them, and display them like that?” I asked.

 

“I don’t know.  They’re pretty.” She answered after thinking about my question.

 

I saw Suzanne’s head pop up in my rear-view mirror as I made the turn into the parking lot of the Super Wal-Mart.

 

“Why you stopping here?” she quickly asked.

 

“I’ll just be a minute.  You stay back there and you’ll be fine.”  I said.

 

I heard her take a long, deep exasperating breath.

 

The parking lot was more crowded then I expected for a midnight stop at Wal-Mart, but after all, it is Friday night I thought.  I found a parking spot that seemed to be isolated enough and still be safe. 

 

“Don’t go anywhere.” I said, as I quickly exited the car.  I heard the quick ‘chirp-chirp’ sound when I pressed the button on my keypad to lock the car doors.

 

I headed straight to the women’s clothing section.  If I remember correctly, Suzanne is a size seven.  I was looking for a one-piece dress, like maybe a sundress.  After a few minutes I found one that would do.  It was lightweight, white with light green palm tree prints, low cut, with spaghetti straps.  It may be a little longer than I wanted, if so, I could take care of that.  Then I proceeded to the shoe department and found a neutral colored, flimsy-looking pair of flat sandals.  These would go with the dress and show-off her feet perfectly.  I found a pair of scissors then headed to the checkout, where I also purchased a twenty-five-dollar Wal-Mart gift card.

 

I waited for several people to pass the car before I opened the door.  When I finally did open it, the interior lights revealed Suzanne squashing herself in the rear floorboard.   And I noticed another thing also as I entered the car, it was the odor.  I hadn’t noticed it until now, but the few minutes of her being closed up in the car gave the odor a chance to permeate the inside of the car.  I could smell a hint of her perfume, mixed with the smell of sweat and sex.  I wondered if the smell would be a reminder to me long after this night was over.

 

“Here Suzanne, for you.”  I told her as I removed the scissors and gift card and handed her the plastic bag.

 

“You didn’t need to do this.”  She said, then reminded me that she had worn clothes to the motel.

 

“Yes, I know.  But this isn’t a pantsuit night.  This is more appropriate.”

 

“Yeah, I just love surprises.”  She said sarcastically.

 

I heard her going through the bag, then she stopped and said “Russ, let’s just go back to the room and enjoy the rest of the night together.  I’m tired and I really would like to get a shower and just relax.”  Then she paused and said, “You can’t possibly find me attractive looking like I do.”

 

I handed her the key to her ankle cuffs and said, “Well, at least get dressed first.  You shouldn’t be out without any clothes on.”

 

I heard the ankle cuffs click open and hit the floor.  I watched her in the mirror struggle into the dress and after a few minutes of her rustling, she spoke up and said, “It’s too small.” 

 

“Nonsense.”  I said.  “You got it on.” 

 

“But it’s too tight.”  She replied.

 

“It’s a seven, isn’t that your size?”

 

“No.  An eight would’ve been better.”

 

“I want to see you in it.”  I said, and then got out of the car.

 

I opened the back door and helped Suzanne out and to her feet.  The red marks encircling her ankles almost blended in with the thin straps of the tan sandals.  The dress did seem a little tight on her, especially at her bust, but it only added to the look I was after.  It came down to knee level.

 

“Stand still. ”  I said.  Then I reached in the front seat and got the scissors.  While she stood there I cut a tag from her sandals, and eight inches off the dress length.  I could feel goose bumps on her leg as my hand found it’s way up the back of her thigh.

 

“Let’s get you back in the car before you catch cold.” I suggested.

 

I watched Suzanne as she walked around the car.  The dress looked great on her, but it was obvious if she stooped over any at all she couldn’t help but flash anyone within seeing distance.  When she got in the front seat she tried in vain to pull the dress down far enough to cover her pussy but it was useless.  The dress was not going to hide it.

 

“Sheesh, Russ.  I hope you’re enjoying this.  I sure ain’t.”  She said.

 

“I have an errand for you Suzanne.”

 

“Hasn’t this gone far enough? I mean really.  Enough is enough. ”  She said adamantly.

 

I handed Suzanne the gift card and said, ”I want you to go in and get a few things for me before we head back.” 

 

“I’ve had enough, no way.  I’m not going in there.” She snapped.

 

“We’ll leave as soon as you get back.  Listen close, here’s what I want you to buy.”

 

Suzanne crossed her arms and stared straight ahead, remaining silent.

 

“Get a roll of soft clothes line rope.  I think it comes in fifty-foot sections.  One will do. A roll of duck tape, two tubes of KY jelly, a box of condoms and some breath mints. That card should cover the cost.  Got it?”

 

Suzanne turned beet red when I finished giving her the order, but she said nothing, just looked at me.

 

Finally she spoke up, “I ain’t going in there.”

 

“We’re not leaving till you do.” I said.

 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going in there looking like this, and even more so if you think I’m going to stand in line with those things in my hand.”

 

“The quicker you get it done, the quicker we get back to the room Suzanne.”

 

“You really have it in for me don’t you?  That’s what this entire night’s been about, you getting even with me.

 

“Well, I suppose we could find somewhere else to go.” I said.  “But there’s no telling where you’ll end up, or who you may run into.  And it may be morning before you get that shower.”  She looked at me as I reached under the seat and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Then, my hand returned under the seat and I retrieved the black leather hood she was well acquainted with.

 

“Ok.  Fine!”  She said abruptly.

 

She sat there a minute, took several deep breaths then said, “I may as well get this over with.”

 

I lit a cigarette as I watched Suzanne pulling down on her dress as she crossed the parking lot then disappear into the store.  I was pleasantly surprised to find a small wet spot on the leather seat where she was sitting only a minute earlier.

 

After thirty minutes I was beginning to worry, and I had just decided to go in and find her when she appeared at the doorway.  And she wasted no time coming across the parking lot.  I watched a man follow her out but he turned and proceeded down the sidewalk.  She got in the car, took a deep breath, and then with a hint of excitement she said, “I can’t believe I just did that!” Then she added, “That guy gave me the creeps though.  He followed me all through the store.”

 

“What took you so long?  You were teasing him?” I asked. Then before she answered, I realized it.

 

“You washed up didn’t you?”  I asked firmly.

 

“I had to Russ.  I needed to use the bathroom, and I wanted to wait for that man to leave, so I stayed in the bathroom a few extra minutes.  While I was in there I had to at least wash my face. I could smell it on me.”  She said frantically.

 

“I didn’t tell you do that.  You didn’t have my permission to wash your face.”

 

“Well, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know I had to have your permission.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “I thought it was necessary.”

 

“I’ll have to punish you for that Suzanne.  You have to learn the rules.”

 

“Punish me?  What the hell else can you do to me?  Here, I got what you wanted.  Even though every friggin’ person in the store was staring at me.  I still got what you wanted.”

She handed me the plastic sack.

 

“They probably don’t see anyone like you in there very often. I bet you really liked the attention, didn’t you?”

I could see anger welling up in her.  And before she could respond I grabbed her arm and leaned her over to me, held her hands behind her back, and placed the cuffs onto her wrists.

 

“Not a word!”  I told her.

 

I repositioned her in her seat, and then secured her safely in the seat belt.  She fought very little except to try and pull the dress back down over her hips.  I found the ankle cuffs and soon her feet were locked in them once again.

 

She tightened against the restraints when I moved my hand along the top of her thigh to the hairline of her neatly trimmed pussy.  “Open it up”. I said, as I gently worked my middle finger between the wet folds.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re enjoying this Suzi.”  I said with a smile.

 

“I can’t win can I? No matter what I do or say, you turn it around on me.

 

“Another word and the hood is next.”  I said.

 

She opened her pussy to me the best she was able to in her position, allowing my finger to fully explore her sex. When she begin moving her hips, attempting to suck in more of my finger I moved it to her mouth and used it like a tube of lipstick, outlining her mouth with her own pussy juice.

“Now, you may clean up the mess you left on my finger.”  I told her as I held my finger to her mouth.

 

Suzanne didn’t speak during the drive back to the Motel.  Occasionally a streetlight would light up the interior enough that I could see Suzanne’s closed legs, thighs and pubic hair. And I did notice her slightly rolling her hips while she was apparently lost in thought.

 

“I’ve decided that we’re spending tonight at my house Suzanne.” I said, as I parked the car. “Get comfy, I’ll just be a minute”.   I left her in the car while I went in and retrieved any belongings either of us had left in the room, and then placed them in the trunk of the car.

 

“May your slave speak?” She asked, mocking me.

 

I hid a smile as I considered her request.

“Yes.”  I answered,

 

“But I have plans tomorrow, I really can’t.  And my car, I can’t just leave it here.”

 

“I’ll take care of your car.  And you’ll just have to call and cancel your plans in the morning.  Just tell them the truth, that something came up… and you’re gonna be tied up all weekend.