Unwillingly Seduced, Part Two SeXStoRY

Against my better judgment, there I was at Slainte. I dressed in a nice, dark blue skirt, white blouse, no sleeves. I even did my hair and makeup. I walked in out of the sunlight, somewhat blinded n the darkness of the bar. I stood for a moment waiting for my eyes to adjust. Of course, there he was at the bar, giving me a small wave and a smile. I really wanted to slap him. Hard. I sat down next to him, actually there was a stool between us. He patted the empty stool, almost like an order. I smiled, shook my head no and gave him the finger. He shrugged and sipped at his beer. Yet again, he was looking good. The casual look again; jeans, another white, untucked shirt...and boots. Brown leather boots that looked like he had them for awhile. Heels worn a little, square toed, the leather taken care of and on the ankles, straps coming to dull brass rings. For one, insane moment, I thought, I'd like to lick the rings. I blinked, set my purse on the bar and got a glass of water from the bartender and ignored the douche bag next to me. But really, I was really trying not to look at his boots. “I see you like my boots.” I rolled my eyes. “Would you like to kiss the toes of my boots?” I glared at him and hissed, “Shut up!” He just shrugged and then snapped his fingers, “I almost forgot: I have to apologize!” I muttered, “Sounds like it'll be real sincere, too.” “What?” I waved my hand, “Nothing. Don't bother with the apology. Just tell me what you wanted to make me feel like shit that night. And then I'm gone.” “Let me buy you a drink.” “No. Get on with it.” He sighed, “I've been to your restaurant before and saw you through the doors a couple of times. I thought you might look good all bound and gag-” Another acid glare, “Stop it! I don't want to hear about being your fantasy victim!” He held up hands, “Fine, fine. I was intrigued by you. The last time I came in, I really was d***k. And I got a little carried away with my thoughts.” “So part of your little fantasy was to actually demean me!?!?” “Well...yes.” I got up quickly. In the movies I would throw the water in his face. In reality I wanted to beat him bl**dy with the glass as well. My mouth opened and closed. I had no real idea what to say. I just stood there, him waiting patiently while I was unable to decide if I should leave, yell at him or commit an act a v******e. Or a combination thereof. His blue eyes bored into mine. He set his hand on the stool next to him, “Sit down.” I stood there, confused. Tapping a finger on the stool, “Now.” I sat back down next to him. I felt the order. It was automatic. It was the simplest thing to do in my confusion. My face flushed. I looked down at the hands in my lap. He leaned into me, “Good girl.” I snarled back, finding myself, “You don't get to call me that.” He took a deep breath, “Ok, I was d***k, believing that you wanted it. In my mind, at that time, I thought I knew that you were submissive. I'm good at picking up things like that. I was wrong. Or at least I was wrong about what you wanted as a submissive. When you left the table, I saw the look on your face. And I knew I was wrong. And I felt like a shithole. Please believe me.” I looked away. “I truly am sorry. I was hoping to...nevermind. Just know that I am truly sorry for taking advantage of the situation without even....trying to...” “Understand me? Know me?” He nodded, “Yes, that's it.” I stood up, “Now you never will.” I walked out slowly. I wanted him to watch me. It was petty, but I wanted to think that he would regret his lost chance. I walked out, not feeling triumphant, but sad. I got him to notice me, but now I wouldn't get more looks from him. A lot of what if's went through my mind; a relationship, bondage, letting myself be me, to spend nights in someone else's bondage, not my own. I was confusing myself. Angry with him, wanting him to fuck off. Enjoying the voice of command. Hating his assumptions of me and what I want. The boots, his boots. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Wanting to be noticed by him. Wanting him to leave me alone. Desiring his full attention to me. I was numb with confusion. I walked out into the sunlight, turned right. I walked towards the center of Fell's Point. I crossed Broadway, into the public square, past the lemonade stand. I stopped and looked at the harbor. I crossed the cobblestone street and walked towards the pier, I stopped to look at the old Homicide building. I felt my phone buzz. “Don't hang up, please.” I closed my eyes. “Just tell me. Was I right? Are you submissive? A bottom?” Stop. “Suzy? Please say something.” I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop it, just...stop. “Are you?” Of course I am...you know it already. “Suzy, I can see you outside from the pub. I won't come to you. I won't stalk you. If you want me to go away, I will.” I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. Why won't I hang up? Because I want his attention. Feeling scared and confused. Angry. His voice again, “Just tell me if you are and then I will go away.” I just stood there. “It's ok. Just tell me. Please.” I whispered into the phone, “Yes.” I could see him staring, his voice again, “Yes...what?” Make me say it. “Say it Suzy...please say and then I'll go away.” Don't beg me, order me. “Tell me. I want to know. Now, Suzy.” I felt the order again in his voice, the simplicity of just obeying. I felt the wind from the harbor, “Y-yes...” I felt a release, “Yes, I am a submissive...a bottom.” “Thank you. I won't bother you anymore.” “Don't-” “Don't what, Suzy?” Don't go. I want more attention. “Are you ok?” No. I talked low into my cell, “I'm confused. You're making it hard.” “I'm sorry.” Soft sigh, “No, you aren't.” A soft and seductive chuckle, “Not really, no.” “I want to hang up.” Serious, “You can hang up Suzy, I will understand.” “I don't want to hang up.” A softness in his voice, “Tell me what to do Suzy.” I shook my head, “No.” “Then tell me what you want.” The world. No responsibilities. Everything. Ropes. Comfort. Gags. Silence and peace. “What I want?” Softly, “Whatever you want, Suzy.” “You can't.” “Are you sure?” I nodded and looked around quickly before whispering into my cell, “I want to be bound. Gagged. No more confusion. Just...tell me what to do. But it's impossible.” Tell me. Order me. “I thought you hated me.” I hate you. I truly do. Order me. So softly, “I do hate you.” “That's ok, Suzy.” I closed my eyes, this has to end, “I'm hanging up now.” A deliciously, snarl, “No. No, not yet Suzy. I'm going to give you what you want. Here. Now. Then we go our separate ways. So don't. Hang. Up.” My voice sounded so small, “Asshole...ok...yes....” I hate you so fucking much. Please order me. Give me what I want. Make me do it. (End Part Two) Slainte (in case you missed it last time) [http://slaintepub.com/ ] Lemonade Stand [http://www.flickr.com/photos/63014123@N02/739064440… ] Building where Homicide was filmed [https://www.google.com/search?q=homicide+life+on+th… ] Pier at Fell's Point (one where this story takes place) [http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://z.about.… ]