Part 4. Suzanne.


	On his way back to work, Malcolm checked his mail, which included a
contract from Suzanne.  Suzanne was probably Malcolm's most complicated
customer.  What turned her on was being ordered around.  She wasn't excited by
bondage or the things that Malcolm's other customers liked.  She just wanted to
be told what to do--preferably in minute detail.

	Malcolm acquired most of his customers through working various places as
a temp, but Suzanne had been different.  He had found her in a bar.  He'd gone
out for a drink after work with some of his coworkers at one of his assignments
and had noticed Suzanne at the bar.  She had been sitting alone, fending off
advances from the various men who hung around in bars and made advances upon
unaccompanied women who hung around in bars.  Malcolm's companions had likewise
noticed her and one of them decided to try his luck.  He approached, offered to
buy her a drink, and returned in short order.

	"What a snooty bitch," Randy commented on his return.

	Malcolm watched her deflect yet another guy and thought he recognized a
stereotype.  His observation was that everyone was being entirely too nice to
her.  In one of his more inspired moments, he went over, laid his card in front
of her, and said, "Call me tomorrow night at 8:30 sharp."  He turned on his
heel, walked away and sat down at his table with his back to Suzanne.

	"What did you say to her?  She's staring at the back of your head so
hard your hair might catch fire."

	"I told her to call me."

	"That's all?  You just asked her to call you?"

	"No, I told her to call me.  Important distinction.  Is she still
staring?"

	"Yeah."

	"Time to go," Malcolm said and he did, leaving not only Suzanne, but his
companions, staring at his departing backside.

	Malcolm was only mildly surprised when Suzanne called as instructed. 
The conversation led to a contract.  Like many of Malcolm's customers, Suzanne
found it difficult to tell him what she wanted.  Not only was she embarrassed to
admit what she wanted, but asking for it seemed to spoil it for her.  She wanted
men to tell her what to do and it sort of defeated the purpose if she had to
tell them what to tell her.  As a result, his first contract from Suzanne was a
near disaster.

	Malcolm, still a little fuzzy on what moved Suzanne, abducted her in his
usual manner and took her to his hideaway where she was subjected to a generic
bondage routine.  It didn't take Malcolm long to realize that Suzanne was
totally turned off by the proceedings so far, but had no idea what to do to
recover the situation.  He stopped things midstream and asked Suzanne what the
problem was.  This was exactly the wrong thing to do and Suzanne responded by
being a total bitch.  Malcolm proceeded to make things worse by offering to take
her home and refund her money.  He was trying to figure out how to handle her 
when he realized he was acting just like the guys in the bar.

	While he was coming to this conclusion Suzanne proceeded to berate him
as a fool and a buffoon.  "So you think that's good enough?  You just give the
money back and run away, then you..."

	"Suzanne, shut up," Malcolm said in his most commanding voice, and she
did.  "Now, stand up.  Straight, don't slouch.  Feet together, head up.  Good. 
Now, don't move from that spot until I return."

	Malcolm left the room intending to take a few minutes to consider what
to do next.  He felt he was on the right track, but still didn't totally get it. 
He sat and pondered his dilemma to no great effect.  He finally decided to just
wing it.

	Suzanne was standing exactly where Malcolm had left her.  She had her
skirt up and her fingers in her crotch frigging away furiously.  Malcolm now
felt like he was on familiar ground.

	"Suzanne, stop that."  She immediately ceased her activities.  "I can
see we're going to have to be punished."

	"Why?"  She seemed truly bewildered.

	"You weren't given permission to do that.  You were told not to move."

	"I was told not to move from this spot.  I didn't.  I've done everything
you said.  I'm standing straight, feet together, head up, and I haven't moved
from the spot.  You didn't say anything about my hands."

	Another piece of the puzzle fell into place for Malcolm.  Suzanne had
indeed done exactly as he had instructed, and had remembered his instructions
better than he had.  She would do exactly as she was told, but would also do
whatever she pleased that didn't violate any instructions.

	"Get undressed and lie on the floor."

	"In what order?"

	"In the order I told you.  Take your clothes off, then lie on the
floor."

	"No, I mean what order do you want me undress in?"

	Malcolm proceeded to micro-manage Suzanne's disrobing.  She happily
complied with his every command and he began to realize that she liked being
controlled at this level.

	It took two more contracts for Malcolm to really get a handle on
Suzanne.  She was happy as long as she was being ordered about.  She still
didn't like being tied up, but would submit if ordered to.  Doing it didn't turn
her on, however.  She would happily submit to any form of sex as long as she was
ordered to do it, once again preferably in detail.  She did expect to be
punished if she failed to obey an instruction and since it turned him on to
punish her, Malcolm tried giving her extremely complicated instructions hoping
to trip her up, but it didn't work.  Her memory was much better than his and she
seemed to cherish each detail of each order.

	Taking all this into account, Malcolm began thinking about Suzanne's
next adventure.  He began all of his other clients' adventures with an abduction
or something similar, but Suzanne simply received a sheet of instructions.

	When he got home that evening, Malcolm began writing out the
instructions for Suzanne.  He read over the instructions he had written then put
them in an envelope which he then placed inside another envelope with
instructions not to open the inner envelope until he called and told her to do
so.  In the meantime,  she was not to touch herself in any way that would cause
pleasure, nor was she  permitted to have an orgasm.  The last instruction was a
result of Malcolm's having learned that after receiving the instructions for her
last encounter, she had read them over and over while fingering herself.

	There was a loophole in the instructions that Malcolm was pretty sure
Suzanne would spot.  He hoped it would distract her from the little trap he had
also placed there for her.  It had become a sort of game between them that he
would try to trip her up, but he was seldom successful.  When she did make a
mistake, he would punish her.  She hated that, but if he didn't do it, she felt
like she'd gotten away with something and turned into the total snooty bitch she
had been at the bar.  Even though she really hated it, she would submit to
punishment if she screwed up.  To Suzanne, fair was fair.  It all seemed pretty
weird to Malcolm, but Suzanne was the customer, so in spite of the fact that she
was surrendering herself to him, she ultimately called the shots.  A customer
was a customer.