Unwillingly Seduced Part Two
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*(If you have NOT read any of the previous parts, may I please ask you to dos before reading further, thanks!)*
I placed the cell down.
I quickly reached into my panty drawer and came out with a pair of black lace panties (I have a lot of those) and slipped them on. I threw on my red, silk robe and tightened the belt. I ran my hand through my hair quickly. I picked up the cell and walked out to the living room of my little apartment.
I glanced down the hallway where I had just bound and gagged myself for some online fun. I was still aching a little from the orgasm I gave myself. I stopped for a moment as I looked down the hallway, rushed back to my bedroom, grabbed a black scarf and a fresh ballgag.
I came back out and walked quickly to the window and stopped a few feet from it. There was only one light on. I could see into the night outside. Across the alley, most of the town homes were dark. No lights on below me. Only a couple reached four stories. I was on the seventh. I looked to my right, saw the Belvedere, rising six more stories above me. Just a few lights were on. I would have to go onto my balcony to see downtown. I put the scarf and gag on the sill to the left.
I approached the wide window. Ten feet long, almost five feet high. The blinds were up. I stopped as my knees touched the window sill. I placed one palm on the window. It was impossible to see below me. The cell buzzed, causing me to jump.
His voice was annoyed, “I moved. You took too long. Now you have to find me.”
I looked around. I looked to the parking garage behind the Belvedere to my right. I started at the third floor and worked my way to the top. The top of the garage was a couple of floors above me. I saw him standing, cell to his ear, looking down at me.
“Nice robe. Take it off.”
I smiled from my window, waved and then gave him the finger, “How would you like a restraining order instead? I'm not sure I like this...”
I heard him chuckle, “I think you do.”
“Actually, I don't. I don't like being stalked like this. This *is* kinda creepy.”
“And exciting.”
I sighed, “No more following without me knowing. Seriously, you could get hurt.”
He laughed, I could see the grin on his face, “Hurt me? How would you hurt me?”
I smiled sweetly from the window, “I was able to get a CCW permit a couple years ago.”
Silence.
I raised a finger, “Wait, I'll prove it.”
I walked to my work desk. I pulled the drawer out, picked up my .38 revolver, one of two and walked back to the window where I pulled it from its holster and held it up, “See?”
“I see. No more stalking.”
“Good. Sorry to be a bitch, but there's a reason that I have it. Long story that I am not going to talk about right now.”
“Ok.”
I put the firearm back in the holster, placed it on the couch. I placed a hand on the tall night table to my left and leaned on it. He was still looking at me from the garage. Neither one of us saying anything to each other.
He took a breath, “You were teasing me. You had all of those...boys...online, slobbering over you. I watched them make their comments. Did you like being called a slut? A fuckwhore? Did you really want their cum on your face? Were you just leading them on? Did you really cum? Or was it all an act?”
I gripped the cell hard, “Not an act.”
More silence.
“So, you wanted to punish me for not calling you? Even though we agreed that would be it, that one little escapade? Down in Fells?”
I nodded.
“I can't hear you. Were you punishing me?”
I said softly, “Yes. Of course I was.”
“Why?”
Silence from me.
“My god you are such a greedy brat.”
I smiled, “Princess, actually.”
“Oh, no. You're a brat, not a princess. And a slutty one, too.”
I blew him a kiss. He made a gesture of grabbing it. He pointed at me then. “Get your lap top. I am going to send you an email. Some music for you. Give me your email. Download them. Now.”
I gave him my naughty email., not my regular one. After placing the cell on the sill and getting my laptop, I checked my inbox. There they were. Downloaded them. I picked the phone back up.
“Ok.”
“Good job, brat. Now, play the music. Strip the robe off of you slowly. I want to see what's underneath. Now.”
I looked at the shadows moving behind the few lights in the Belvedere. I licked my lips.
“Others will see me.”
“I know. I don't care.”
“No.”
He was exasperated, “Does everything have to be a fight with you?”
I hugged myself, “I can't help it.”
Softly, “Just do it Suzy. Just. Do it. Play the music. Let it fill you. Let it sway you. Let it do what you want to do. You want to do this.”
Softly, “Yes, I do.”
He just looked down at me. Leaning on the wall of the parking garage. Even from this distance, I could see how earnest he was. Cell to his ear, chin cupped in one hand. Hair ruffled by the breeze. I let out sigh.
“Can't I just say, 'I'm sorry' and call it a night.”
“No. You said go away and I went away. Then you rubbed it in my face. I want to see what’s under the robe.”
I nodded. I did want him here. I did want his attention. I did want him to look at me. My own private audience. My own, personal fiend.
I put the cell on speaker and placed it next to the laptop. I started to play the music. The first song had a low and evil beat and tone to it.
My hips swayed to it a little. I moved to the center of the window, running a hand down the front of the robe, where silk met my skin. I watched my hand slowly reach inside. Fingers gliding over my skin so slowly, eyes looking up, lips parted, breath nice and even.
I pulled my hand out, hugged myself again. I let them push down along my sides, to my hips. I brought them across my stomach, over the belt,
I closed my eyes and licked my lips. The belt came loose effortlessly. It fell to the floor. My robe came open. I rolled one shoulder and it fell off of it, exposing one breast, and one leg, my panties.
Another song came on. A little more jazzier. The silk was sliding off my left shoulder. It slipped off completely, exposing me. Body naked except for my panties. I tuned around, bent over, pressed my ass against the window. Running my hands over my legs as I stood back up.
I glided to my left and picked up the ballgag. I showed it to him. To the window. To anyone who might be looking. Watching me. Watching me be a slutty brat. A naughty princess. Or just a little slut.
I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”
The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each strap, I pulled it slowly to me. I licked it with my tiny, pink tongue. Then I kissed it. I opened wide. Felt it slide into my mouth, over my tongue, straps flowing to the corners of my small mouth. I clasped it, felt the pressure...
The mind drifting to my subspace. The gag, hard plastic, delicious in my mouth. Submissiveness creeping in from the edges. Eyes gently closing in ecstasy.
My hands drift to my breasts. Holding them, cupping them, nipples hardening. Small pain, large pleasure, aching, needing. Eyes open to see him, across the alley, entranced.
*...look at me, never look away from me...*
Fingers snatch the scarf. Music pulling me forward to the window. The scarf is d****d over my shoulders, cold silk on my neck. I reach behind and pull the ends forward. A comfortable pressure on me. Pleasing.
I pressed against the window, coldness on my breasts, my nipples, as I applied pressure. Gasping at the sensation. I place both hands palms down on the window, the ends of the scarf warm against my hands. I turn my face to pane, the coldness exquisite. Eyes close again.
I pull on the scarf. Small pressure on my neck. A little bit tighter. A small sound comes from me.
Pulling harder, a moan escapes me.
Tightness, chin moves up, harder to breathe now.
I pull more, silk smooth and gliding and restricting, eyebrows arch.
My arms extend further, as far as they can, my air is gone, my tiny tongue pushes at the ball in my tongue.
Small tingle of drool over my chin.
My hips grind slowly up to the window, twisting, turning, knees letting me slide down as a rushing sounds whirls into my head.
I let go of the scarf, cool air rushes into my nose. I feel the glass under my body when I move up. My legs spread, my hands outstretched, fingers splayed, I open my eyes.
Still watching. Desire on his face.
*...touch me, kiss me, all over...*
My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger down my stomach, to the top of my lace panties.
Fingers move down. Over smooth skin, right above my wetness. I can almost smell the musk. I stop momentarily.
One hand in my panties, one on the window, face gazing at him. He nods.
I let my fingers part my lips, slowly, gently, like a flower. Small movements, making my hips move. More sounds come from my gagged mouth. The tip of my finger pushes.
I moan so loudly as I enter myself. The wetness letting me slip in. Letting me feel dirty, slutty, beautiful, powerful and helpless. My other hand clenches into a fist.
I move quickly, rubbing, gliding, pushing, moaning and drooling into my gag, forehead on the glass, waves washing over me, pleasure like a restricted force ready to burst.
The music ends. I'm still moaning, desire bringing me to a peak, large desire and simple movements, the gag pushing me into subspace, willingness because of giving up, letting it happen, letting someone else happen, letting his will overtake me.
His voice cuts through, “Stop. Now.”
I'm confused, I look around, mystified. Hand in my panties, leaning against the window. Startled.
“Stop, Suzy. Pull your hand out.”
I do it. Feeling exposed.
I look across. His head in his hand., “No more. You have stop.”
My hands drop as I look at the cell, listening to his voice on the speaker.
“Listen to me carefully: you will NOT have an orgasm. For at least a week.”
I don't understand. Why does he want me to stop?
“You will not touch yourself. You will NOT have sex with anyone else. This is your punishment.”
The cell clicked. Showing he had hung up. In disbelief, I watched him get into his car, back to me again, highlights pulling away. In just under a minute he was gone. I stood there for a long time, expecting him to come back. He never did.
I unlatched the gag. Hefted it in my hand. Threw it savagely across the room.
I dropped to my knees, then sat down on the floor under my window. One hand went to my stomach, where a lonely aching started to throb. Tears trickled down my cheeks.
I picked up the cell, held it shakily to my ear. I dialed his number. It went straight to voice mail. I closed my eyes.
In a little girl voice that seemed lost even to me, I said, “I'm sorry.”
I bit my lip, trying not to cry, the aching in me growing, filling me with emptiness.
“I'm sorry. I..I...w-wanted to cum for you....I r-really did...”
Eyes closing again, dull pain in my stomach. I hung up.
*...I can't wait a week...I need it...oh god, I NEED it...*
The aching would not go away, I put my fist in my mouth and screamed in frustration.
(End of Part Five)
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Some of what I was listening to tonight while writing this (click or cut and paste)....
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCmJ6NP4vSA ]
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyPN12AM8B0]
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcTVu3N12no ]
The evil song: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOIlBbDxx2c ]
I placed the cell down.
I quickly reached into my panty drawer and came out with a pair of black lace panties (I have a lot of those) and slipped them on. I threw on my red, silk robe and tightened the belt. I ran my hand through my hair quickly. I picked up the cell and walked out to the living room of my little apartment.
I glanced down the hallway where I had just bound and gagged myself for some online fun. I was still aching a little from the orgasm I gave myself. I stopped for a moment as I looked down the hallway, rushed back to my bedroom, grabbed a black scarf and a fresh ballgag.
I came back out and walked quickly to the window and stopped a few feet from it. There was only one light on. I could see into the night outside. Across the alley, most of the town homes were dark. No lights on below me. Only a couple reached four stories. I was on the seventh. I looked to my right, saw the Belvedere, rising six more stories above me. Just a few lights were on. I would have to go onto my balcony to see downtown. I put the scarf and gag on the sill to the left.
I approached the wide window. Ten feet long, almost five feet high. The blinds were up. I stopped as my knees touched the window sill. I placed one palm on the window. It was impossible to see below me. The cell buzzed, causing me to jump.
His voice was annoyed, “I moved. You took too long. Now you have to find me.”
I looked around. I looked to the parking garage behind the Belvedere to my right. I started at the third floor and worked my way to the top. The top of the garage was a couple of floors above me. I saw him standing, cell to his ear, looking down at me.
“Nice robe. Take it off.”
I smiled from my window, waved and then gave him the finger, “How would you like a restraining order instead? I'm not sure I like this...”
I heard him chuckle, “I think you do.”
“Actually, I don't. I don't like being stalked like this. This *is* kinda creepy.”
“And exciting.”
I sighed, “No more following without me knowing. Seriously, you could get hurt.”
He laughed, I could see the grin on his face, “Hurt me? How would you hurt me?”
I smiled sweetly from the window, “I was able to get a CCW permit a couple years ago.”
Silence.
I raised a finger, “Wait, I'll prove it.”
I walked to my work desk. I pulled the drawer out, picked up my .38 revolver, one of two and walked back to the window where I pulled it from its holster and held it up, “See?”
“I see. No more stalking.”
“Good. Sorry to be a bitch, but there's a reason that I have it. Long story that I am not going to talk about right now.”
“Ok.”
I put the firearm back in the holster, placed it on the couch. I placed a hand on the tall night table to my left and leaned on it. He was still looking at me from the garage. Neither one of us saying anything to each other.
He took a breath, “You were teasing me. You had all of those...boys...online, slobbering over you. I watched them make their comments. Did you like being called a slut? A fuckwhore? Did you really want their cum on your face? Were you just leading them on? Did you really cum? Or was it all an act?”
I gripped the cell hard, “Not an act.”
More silence.
“So, you wanted to punish me for not calling you? Even though we agreed that would be it, that one little escapade? Down in Fells?”
I nodded.
“I can't hear you. Were you punishing me?”
I said softly, “Yes. Of course I was.”
“Why?”
Silence from me.
“My god you are such a greedy brat.”
I smiled, “Princess, actually.”
“Oh, no. You're a brat, not a princess. And a slutty one, too.”
I blew him a kiss. He made a gesture of grabbing it. He pointed at me then. “Get your lap top. I am going to send you an email. Some music for you. Give me your email. Download them. Now.”
I gave him my naughty email., not my regular one. After placing the cell on the sill and getting my laptop, I checked my inbox. There they were. Downloaded them. I picked the phone back up.
“Ok.”
“Good job, brat. Now, play the music. Strip the robe off of you slowly. I want to see what's underneath. Now.”
I looked at the shadows moving behind the few lights in the Belvedere. I licked my lips.
“Others will see me.”
“I know. I don't care.”
“No.”
He was exasperated, “Does everything have to be a fight with you?”
I hugged myself, “I can't help it.”
Softly, “Just do it Suzy. Just. Do it. Play the music. Let it fill you. Let it sway you. Let it do what you want to do. You want to do this.”
Softly, “Yes, I do.”
He just looked down at me. Leaning on the wall of the parking garage. Even from this distance, I could see how earnest he was. Cell to his ear, chin cupped in one hand. Hair ruffled by the breeze. I let out sigh.
“Can't I just say, 'I'm sorry' and call it a night.”
“No. You said go away and I went away. Then you rubbed it in my face. I want to see what’s under the robe.”
I nodded. I did want him here. I did want his attention. I did want him to look at me. My own private audience. My own, personal fiend.
I put the cell on speaker and placed it next to the laptop. I started to play the music. The first song had a low and evil beat and tone to it.
My hips swayed to it a little. I moved to the center of the window, running a hand down the front of the robe, where silk met my skin. I watched my hand slowly reach inside. Fingers gliding over my skin so slowly, eyes looking up, lips parted, breath nice and even.
I pulled my hand out, hugged myself again. I let them push down along my sides, to my hips. I brought them across my stomach, over the belt,
I closed my eyes and licked my lips. The belt came loose effortlessly. It fell to the floor. My robe came open. I rolled one shoulder and it fell off of it, exposing one breast, and one leg, my panties.
Another song came on. A little more jazzier. The silk was sliding off my left shoulder. It slipped off completely, exposing me. Body naked except for my panties. I tuned around, bent over, pressed my ass against the window. Running my hands over my legs as I stood back up.
I glided to my left and picked up the ballgag. I showed it to him. To the window. To anyone who might be looking. Watching me. Watching me be a slutty brat. A naughty princess. Or just a little slut.
I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”
The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each strap, I pulled it slowly to me. I licked it with my tiny, pink tongue. Then I kissed it. I opened wide. Felt it slide into my mouth, over my tongue, straps flowing to the corners of my small mouth. I clasped it, felt the pressure...
The mind drifting to my subspace. The gag, hard plastic, delicious in my mouth. Submissiveness creeping in from the edges. Eyes gently closing in ecstasy.
My hands drift to my breasts. Holding them, cupping them, nipples hardening. Small pain, large pleasure, aching, needing. Eyes open to see him, across the alley, entranced.
*...look at me, never look away from me...*
Fingers snatch the scarf. Music pulling me forward to the window. The scarf is d****d over my shoulders, cold silk on my neck. I reach behind and pull the ends forward. A comfortable pressure on me. Pleasing.
I pressed against the window, coldness on my breasts, my nipples, as I applied pressure. Gasping at the sensation. I place both hands palms down on the window, the ends of the scarf warm against my hands. I turn my face to pane, the coldness exquisite. Eyes close again.
I pull on the scarf. Small pressure on my neck. A little bit tighter. A small sound comes from me.
Pulling harder, a moan escapes me.
Tightness, chin moves up, harder to breathe now.
I pull more, silk smooth and gliding and restricting, eyebrows arch.
My arms extend further, as far as they can, my air is gone, my tiny tongue pushes at the ball in my tongue.
Small tingle of drool over my chin.
My hips grind slowly up to the window, twisting, turning, knees letting me slide down as a rushing sounds whirls into my head.
I let go of the scarf, cool air rushes into my nose. I feel the glass under my body when I move up. My legs spread, my hands outstretched, fingers splayed, I open my eyes.
Still watching. Desire on his face.
*...touch me, kiss me, all over...*
My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger down my stomach, to the top of my lace panties.
Fingers move down. Over smooth skin, right above my wetness. I can almost smell the musk. I stop momentarily.
One hand in my panties, one on the window, face gazing at him. He nods.
I let my fingers part my lips, slowly, gently, like a flower. Small movements, making my hips move. More sounds come from my gagged mouth. The tip of my finger pushes.
I moan so loudly as I enter myself. The wetness letting me slip in. Letting me feel dirty, slutty, beautiful, powerful and helpless. My other hand clenches into a fist.
I move quickly, rubbing, gliding, pushing, moaning and drooling into my gag, forehead on the glass, waves washing over me, pleasure like a restricted force ready to burst.
The music ends. I'm still moaning, desire bringing me to a peak, large desire and simple movements, the gag pushing me into subspace, willingness because of giving up, letting it happen, letting someone else happen, letting his will overtake me.
His voice cuts through, “Stop. Now.”
I'm confused, I look around, mystified. Hand in my panties, leaning against the window. Startled.
“Stop, Suzy. Pull your hand out.”
I do it. Feeling exposed.
I look across. His head in his hand., “No more. You have stop.”
My hands drop as I look at the cell, listening to his voice on the speaker.
“Listen to me carefully: you will NOT have an orgasm. For at least a week.”
I don't understand. Why does he want me to stop?
“You will not touch yourself. You will NOT have sex with anyone else. This is your punishment.”
The cell clicked. Showing he had hung up. In disbelief, I watched him get into his car, back to me again, highlights pulling away. In just under a minute he was gone. I stood there for a long time, expecting him to come back. He never did.
I unlatched the gag. Hefted it in my hand. Threw it savagely across the room.
I dropped to my knees, then sat down on the floor under my window. One hand went to my stomach, where a lonely aching started to throb. Tears trickled down my cheeks.
I picked up the cell, held it shakily to my ear. I dialed his number. It went straight to voice mail. I closed my eyes.
In a little girl voice that seemed lost even to me, I said, “I'm sorry.”
I bit my lip, trying not to cry, the aching in me growing, filling me with emptiness.
“I'm sorry. I..I...w-wanted to cum for you....I r-really did...”
Eyes closing again, dull pain in my stomach. I hung up.
*...I can't wait a week...I need it...oh god, I NEED it...*
The aching would not go away, I put my fist in my mouth and screamed in frustration.
(End of Part Five)
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Some of what I was listening to tonight while writing this (click or cut and paste)....
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCmJ6NP4vSA ]
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyPN12AM8B0]
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcTVu3N12no ]
The evil song: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOIlBbDxx2c ]
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