Tuesday
Susan's Tuesday morning didn't start much different than the previous day, She had spent the night on the large king sized bed, although this time with her wrists and ankles bound to the four corners of the bed. It was not a comfortable sleeping position, but Susan had learned to sleep in just about any position. Jennifer once again appeared with a plate of food. She unchained Susan and again gave her orders to eat and shower. When Susan emerged from the warm shower, she found a short red dress lying on the bed with a note telling her to put it on and meet Jennifer downstairs. A pair of black heels sat beside it and Susan placed those on her feet as well.
It had been a long time since Susan had worn "proper" clothing and she took more than a moment staring at herself in the mirror after putting on the dress. It was rather short, coming down mid-thigh, and low-cut, a deep "V" revealing significant cleavage. Susan wondered whether Jennifer was taking her somewhere and, without any underwear, she would have to be very careful how she carried herself if she went out in public today. Of course, the metal bands around her neck, wrists and ankles would probably garner more attention than her short red dress and heels.
Susan did not see Jennifer when she arrived downstairs so she walked back to kitchen where she found her captor sitting on a bar stool drinking as cup of coffee. The tall blonde wore a pair of tight jeans, a heavy sweater and what looked like fur-lined boots. Susan felt self conscious about her attire, which she knew was odd, considering she had just spent several days completely naked in front of this woman. "Nice dress, babe," Jennifer said and Susan blushed a little. The blonde finished her coffee and escorted Susan to the front door and down the sidewalk to a yellow sports car that had not been there the day before. Susan carefully climbed into the passenger seat and sunk into the soft leather. She had never ridden in a car like this and it had been a long time since she had been a passenger in a car at all.
The car slowly made its way down the driveway, which had apparently been plowed by someone. Susan was thankful she hadn't been tasked with that job. They turned right at the main road. It was the first time Susan had seen her surroundings, having arrived in the trunk of her headmaster's car. The farmhouse really was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the black wrought iron fence. They drove for several miles through scenery Susan had never seen before, finally arriving at a small grocery store. Susan carefully extracted herself from the car to avoid flashing everyone and felt extremely selfconscious as she accompanied Jennifer into the market. The taller blonde handed Susan a basket and headed to the deli section for some cold cuts and cheese. Jennifer pointed out some sandwich bread on a low shelf and had Susan bend down to pick it up. She carefully bent her knees to crouch down to get the bread, trying to keep her ass covered as much as possible by the short dress. Thankfully, given the cold weather, and the fact it was a Tuesday morning, there were few other customers in the store, although Susan was sure she saw the deli counter worker looking her way as she straightened up.
Jennifer took her time picking out a few bottles of wine and added those to the basket along with some microwave popcorn and then escorted Susan to the checkout counter. The boy behind the counter, who looked about Susan's age, stared intently at her as he began scanning the pair's items. Susan was sure she was blushing as the boy took in her low-cut dress and the metal bracelets welded on her neck and wrists.
For not the first time, Susan thought that this could be her chance for escape. If she made a scene now, surely a manager would call the police. But then she thought again about where that would leave her. They would call her mother, but that is how she ended up in this mess in the first place. She could tell them about Krutz and the school. It would give her great pleasure to see that man locked up and the school closed down but she knew the man had to have an escape plan. In whatever confusion would ensue, Jennifer would probably call him and he would run off, but not before releasing the incriminating documents he held against Susan's mother. Her mom would end up in jail, which was not something Susan really cared about that much any longer. But they would surely lose the house, the car, all their possessions. Susan would be homeless. She thought about the two women she met Friday night and the one with her now. Fancy cars and dinner parties wasn't that bad of a life, was it? But then she also remembered the whip and the woman used as a footstool.
Susan was pulled from her thoughts by Jennifer pulling on her arm. Susan grabbed the bags from the cashier and carried them out to the sports car and the pair sped back to the farmhouse. Once there, Susan began putting the groceries away without being told, a throwback to helping her mom around the house. Jennifer returned as Susan was wrapping up and picked up a chain link leash from near the door. She snapped onto Susan's collar. The woman again cuffed Susan's hands behind her back with the short chain that connected to her collar. Then she pulled the girl towards the back door of the house and onto the back deck. The tempting hot tub was covered and Susan was disappointed when Jennifer led her instead down the stairs into the snow-covered back yard. She was thankful for the heeled shoes, although they were not designed for walking through snow as Susan sank once again beyond her ankles.
Jennifer paused a few feet from the porch and ordered Susan to drop to her knees. The young girl paused for a moment but the look on the taller blonde's face convinced her to comply. The snow felt even colder than the day before as her bare legs sunk into the white powder. Jennifer unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles and Susan saw the woman wore no underwear.
"I have a simple proposition for you. Make me orgasm and you get one hour in the hot tub. The faster I cum, the sooner you get off your knees," Jennifer said.
Susan was not very experienced in lesbian sex but she was highly motivated to get out of the snow and into the warmth of the hot tub. She placed her face against the woman's shaved crotch, opened her lips and placed her tongue against the woman's pussy. Susan began moving her tongue up and down. Jennifer reacted by placing both hands against the younger woman's head, holding her face between her legs. Susan struggled to breathe as she brought her tongue against her tormetor's clit. Jennifer brought her hands around and began stroking Susan's natural blonde hair as she wriggled her hips. Susan could hear the older woman start to moan softly and she increased the pressure on the woman's clit. While it seemed like an eternity to Susan, it was only a few minutes later when she felt Jennifer spasm and buck hard against her, rocking in the throes of her orgasm. The blonde patted Susan on the head and pulled up on the leash. Susan got to her feet and Jennifer's lips found hers. The older woman pulled her into a tight embrace before pulling up her jeans and leading her girl back to the porch. She unchained Susan's wrists. Susan pulled off the red dress and heels and climbed into the hot water.
Jennifer did not join Susan in the hot tub this time, choosing instead to go back into the house, taking the dress and heels with her. The promised hour passed quickly. When Jennifer returned, Susan kind of hoped the older woman would join her in the hot water but she did not. "Times up," she said and Susan reluctantly climbed out of the hot tub, her wet skin quickly cooling in the winter air.
