Gillian Colbert: Coming Out of Her Shell

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 readily though as her refusal to put on the blindfold demonstrated. He’d have to proceed carefully with her, but she was definitely getting spanked.

“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.