Unwillingly Seduced, Part Three SeXStoRY

I stood at the beginning of the pier, cell to my ear, looking back at Slainte, at *him*. Waiting for his order, to tell me what I wanted to do and how to do it, feeling small and needy...and desperate. “Tell me what to do...” I heard him chuckle over the cell, “First, in your purse, is there a pen?” I dug into my purse and actually found a ballpoint pen, “Yes.” I watched him smile. He tapped his mouth as if in thought. ...fucking tell me... A contented sigh came over the phone, “Very good. Still want to do this?” ...of course I do, I NEED to... “Yes.” “Good girl. Now listen: I want you to walk to end of the pier. But. The pen will be in your mouth. As far back as you can, pressing the corners as much as you can. I want your wrists crossed behind you. You will walk that way to the end of the pier and then back to me. Understand so far?” “Yes.” Another chuckle, “Good girl. Now here's the thing. If anyone talks to you, you cannot remove the pen, you cannot remove your hands from behind you, you can respond, but you will have to do it with the pen in your mouth. Even if you start to drool, you drool, you will let it happen. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good girl. You're like pet you know that? Me calling you a good girl...are you my pet?” “No.” *...yes...* “Too bad. But you are going to do what I say, aren't you?” “Yes.” A brief pause, “Good girl. And why is that?” Flash of anger, “You know why.” I could see the smug smile, “Say it.” I started to tremble, “No.” “Now, Suzy...I won't give you the order, if you don't say it...” A pleading tone to my voice that I hated, “Please...don't...” “Say it, and I will give you want. Say it, Suzy, say it before I hang up.” Whispering as people walked by me, “I will do what you tell me to do....” “Because?” My voice trembled, “Because I need it. Because I want it.” “And...? I closed my eyes, “Because I'm a good girl.” Silence. He just looked at me. I could hear him breathing. ...please don't hang up... “Be a good girl and do what you are told.” My hands shook as I dropped the phone into my purse. I brought out the pen and with both hands I placed it into my mouth. Over my tongue, pushing back, pressure in the corners of my small mouth, jaws clenching at the pen, lips meeting each other. I crossed my wrists behind my back slowly. People passing by, not looking at me. Just tourists wrapped up in their own little adventures. I walked along the pier. It wasn't crowded, but plenty of people were about. Walking, talking, taking pictures. Would I wind up in a picture? Would someone download their photos and see me, wondering what I was doing? Would they know? Would I be in their imaginations? ...yes, I want that, oh yes... I got to the end of the pier and stopped. I watched the water taxi come in. Just then a gust of wind blew off the harbor and lifted up my skirt. My heart raced as I looked down, fighting the urge to hold my skirt down with my hands. The wind kept gusting, my skirt flapping around as I stood at the end of the pier. The water taxi came closer. I stood up straight, mouth gagged by a pen, my hands immovable behind me, skirt blowing up, showing the white lace panties, barely covering me. ...look at me... People laughing, taking pictures while I stood there. Not knowing the good girl standing in front of them. ...I'm here, look at me, I want to feel your eyes on me... One man on the water taxi gave me a curious look. My skirt came up again. He blinked, camera in hand. ...you see me, oh you DO see me... The boat started it's turn around the end of the pier to its dock. The man licked his lips. He raised his camera halfway. ...you KNOW, don't you... The wind gusted, caressing my thighs, making me shiver. The man brought the camera up, focused. ...you WANT me to be bad, don't you... I saw the flash of his camera. I wanted him to take more pictures. The boat was almost past me. I turned my head, face down, eyes looking up, at him, the unknown man on the boat. I pushed out my chest. The wind made one final gust, skirt up and away, panties for all to see but only one man knew. One, man whose name I don't know, and will never see again. There was another flash from his camera. ...I...AM...a bad girl, a naughty girl...and you KNOW it and we both just LOVE it, don't we... He mouthed a “thank you” to me. I nodded. This will be his memory of Baltimore. Not Fort McHenry, not the Inner Harbor but a simple boat ride. An unknown girl letting her skirt fly up, showing off her lace panties, looking to be bound and gagged....he even has pictures to remember me by. I walked back along the pier. Ignored by the throngs. Not knowing about the good and dirty girl walking just next to them. ...it feels delicious... I crossed the cobblestone street. The old Homicide set passing behind me. People laughing, walking their dogs. Meanwhile the dirty, good girl is walking with her wrists behind her as if bound, trying not to let drool seep over her chin. I walked to him. Stood in front of him. Hands behind me, the pen causing my jaws to get sore. “You're such a good girl.” ...no, I'm not... “You can stop now.” ...I don't want to... “Suzy...” ...please, no... He looked around and said in a low voice, “Now, Suzy. Now.” I slowly let my wrists down. The were stiff. I had to concentrate to open my mouth to take the pen out. I held it in my hand. Just looking at it. I felt a tickle on my chin. My hands shook as I wiped the saliva off. I looked up. All I saw was his back. As he walked away.... (End of Part Three)