Rich Girl Shopliftter is taught a lesson (Open to one Female)

Ryan Morris
Age: 30
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris looked like any other person in the mall and that's the way he wanted it. He didn't want to stand out. He was on a mission. He was looking for someone to kidnap. He had just build a dungon in his basement and now he needed someone to occupy it...

He was scouting the mall looking for the right person when he saw a very rich looking woman walking into a clothing store. He stayed behind her and recorded her on his cell phone camera. He recorded her going into the changing room with three outfits and only coming out with one and her purse was a bit bigger than when she went came out. He smiled. It was perfect. He just hoped she didn't get caught by security.

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Suzanne

Suzanne Costello
32
black hair
green eyes
5'3"
petite with nice curves
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Suzanne was bored again today. She often felt like that these days - since her split with Dave that is. Suzanne didn't work frequently - some freelance writing here and there, but she didn't need the money. She had a large inheritance from her father, that met her day to day needs.

Many women would have been more than happy to have Suzanne's life, but Suzanne did not appreciate it. She felt almost numb. Her life was lacking something. Each day rolled around just like the one before it, and exactly the same as the next would be. She had no financial worries, no boyfiiend, no career, no anything to mark one day as different from the next.

Then one day, Suzanne had been clothes shopping. She had taken two dresses into the changing room, and when she came out she purchased one, but concealed the other underneath her overcoat, which she carried over her arm. she left the shop - stealing the dress, and her blood pumped through her veins, her heart beat so loudly, she was sure it was audible to others. In short, Suzanne experienced a major adrenalin rush and she felt alive. In the weeks that followed, Suzanne shop-lifted numerous items, gloves, shoes, dresses, pants, tops and some small electronics! No-one suspected an obviously well off, well dressed woman! The rush at outwitting the security guards, the shop staff, everyone was fantastic!!

Today, Suzanne entered a small, designer boutique. After browsing around for a little while, she entered the dressing room with two silk sheath type and a light jacket. A short while later, she exited the dressing room, with the jacket and she browsed around for a little while, then, calling over one of the assistants, she tried on the jacket, and asked the assistant her opinion. After a brief exchange, Suzanne shook her head, and handed the jacked back to the assistant, stating that she didn't really like the cut. Then she left the shop.

A moment later she noticed a man approaching her.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief when she made it out of the store without setting the alarm off or being stopped by security. Then as they walked through the mall he walked up to her, "Miss! Oh Miss!" When he caught up to her he said, "I know what you did back there in the store and I know what you have in your purse. So, if you don't come with me... I'm going to the police..."

Suzanne

Suzanne was on a high! Two dresses in her purse, and no one suspected a thing! Even while
she had chatted to the sales girl about the jacket, she had the dresses burning a hole of excitement within her!! The man approached, called a friendly "Miss Oh Miss!" and she turned, smiling, wondering if she had dropped something.

His next words almost made her heart stop. He knew what she had done! He was going to call the police! He probably worked undercover security for the store!

Smiling at him, she thought it most prudent to play dumb. "Im sure I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything in the store, and there's nothing whatsoever in my purse", she began, but seeing the steely look in his eyes, and deciding it would be better to make her excuses in private, rather than make a scene in the middle of the Mall, she decided to go with him. "Oh look! This is just some silly misunderstanding! I'm sure we can sort it out"

Ryan smiled when she agreed to go with him. He was sure she was alittle surprised when insted of taking her back to the store, he took he out the front door of the mall. "I'm sure we can sort this out, my dear..." He escorted her out to his car and helped her inside befor going around to his side of the car

Suzanne was relieved when they left the Mall. Surely if the guard intended to arrest her and call the police, he would do it from the store! As they approached his car, Suzanne felt confident that she could persuade him this was all a little mix up.

As they sat into his car, she turned to him, and said, "Im sure we can sort out this silly mix up Mr.........?" she waited for him to supply his name.

"Morris... Ryan Morris..." Ryan started the car and started to drive. "What is your name, my dear?"

Suzanne wondered for a moment if she should give her real name or not. How much did this guy know, and what exactly was the situation?

"Hello Mr. Morris" Suzanne replied, "my name is Susie O'Connor" Suzanne decided on her mother's maiden name, because it would be easy to remember.

After a moment, she wondered why they were going to Ryan's house, instead of somewhere on the mall premises. She decided it wasn't a bad idea at all. He was probably off duty now, and she was pretty sure, if necessary, if he didn't didn't believe the whole "mix up" premise, maybe she could offer a quick blow job and he'd forget the whole thing

"It's nice to meet you, Susie." He said as he continued to drive, "So, Susie, you get to decied where we go. If you agree to become my sex slave, we'll go back to my place and I won't tell the police . But, if you don't want to be my sex slave, then we'll be heading to the police station. What's it going to be, Princess?"

Suzanne was sure she had misheard Ryan "Sex slave" had he really said that?? Surely not!!

No, she was pretty sure he was joking! "Look Ryan, there's absolutely no need to waste police time with such a silly little misunderstanding! Now, I dont want to seem unappreciative, so I'm sure we can come to some agreement. How about a quick blow job, and we both forget what happened?"

"I all ready told you what I wanted. I want you as my sex slave. In return, I won't go to the cops about what you stole..." He smiled and continued to drive.

"Oh Shit!" He's serious, Suzanne thought.

Then she wondered just what exactly being a "Sex Slave" entailed. She had seen a movie or two that had some kind of reference to that - she recalled someone saying that 9 and a half weeks was something like that? that wasn't so bad was it? pretty sexy if she was thinking of the same movie? Still, she was slow to agree to a carte blanche. On the other hand the cops were definitely not an option.

"Okay Ryan, I dont know much about it, but going to the police is not an option, not under any circumstances! I'll try my best to do what you ask"

Ryan smiled, "Of course you will..." Ryan started to drive to his house. Which wasn't that far from the mall. He pulled into an ordinary suburban house and pulled right into the garage. Then he went around and opened the door for her, "So, tell me Susie... What do you do for a living? And are you currently seeing anyone?"

Suzanne was so relieved to see the ordinary looking house, in an ordinary neighbourhood. She was also impressed with Ryan's manners opening the door for her. She told him briefly about her life, her casual working arrangements, her split with her boyfriend, and her inheritance from her parents. Smiling she took Ryan's arm as they entered the house

Ryan smiled as he told her about her casual working, her split from her boyfriend and the inheritancet. That would mean that not many people would miss her. They walked inside. But they didn't stay upstairs for long. Ryan took Suzanne down stairs to the dungon. He pressed the combination to open the door and they went inside. "This is the play room."He let her look around a bit. There was a bed on one side of the room, a pair of shackles hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles rested on the floor embedded in the concrete floor. On the other side of the room was a cabinet that held very sexual devices, and a couple of doors.

He walked over to one of the doors "and This is where you will be sleeping..." He opened a door and inside was a small bed, a toilet, a mirror, and a shower stall

Suzanne stood frozen to the spot. Mother of god what was this place? What was she getting herself into? She started to laugh, "er Ryan, I think we have our wires crossed here" she said, " I was thinking more along the lines of we head to your room, we undress, maybe you blindfold me, give me a few orders " she gesticulated in the air to show inverted commas "and, oh I don't know, maybe a little spanking you know, but this place, well I don't know what to say, it's wild, and I'm site the right girl will come along some day and .......". Before Suzanne could finish her tirade, Ryan cut her off.

"I don't care what you thought..." he said, "You said you wanted to be my sex slave and this is the life you have chosen. You are going to be with me for the rest of your life. I'll allow you to work and and friends and all that. But, once you walk in the front door of my house... You are my slave, Do you understand?"

Suzanne had no idea what to say to Ryan's suggestion that she now belonged to him. On one hand she was curious, if a little scared, as to what the life of a sex slave is like, on the other hand, she wanted out, but then he would turn her in to the cops, and she was determined not to let that happen. Also he had said that she could meet her friends etc and she thought at least if she did not arouse suspicion, there was an escape readily available in the form of meeting up with friends and work mates. Finally, she though of her upcoming school reunion - Ryan was a pretty good looking guy, maybe if things worked out, he'd come to the reunion with her, and not only would she look hot and well dressed, but she'd have a date!

Deciding to give it a go, at least for now, she turned to Ryan and said "Okay! What do you want of your sex slave?"

Ryan smiled, "OK, here are the rules you will live the rest of your life by:

1. From now on, You are my sex slave. You live only to please me. I intend to keep you until you no longer please me. I may even let you have my child. If you displease me, you will be punished.

2. You will never hurt me in anyway.

3. When you do speak, you will refer to me as Master, or Sir. You can talk, in a normal voice, about yourself, your home, your family, whatever, but no begging.

4. When I put my cock in your mouth, You will suck on it and lick the shaft, whatever I want. But if you ever, ever bite me… I will cut out your tongue.

5. There is a shower, a mirror and toilet, in the bathroom. You will keep yourself clean and beautiful for me. I will punish you if you let yourself slide. I want your teeth brushed and clean, your breath fresh with mouthwash, your hair clean and brushed, your legs shaved and soft, and your face made-up nice.

6. You will continue your normal exersise routine, to keep your fablous body.

7. You no longer own anything. I own everything that you owned. You will give me your credit cards and bank books. I will give you an allowance to live on for the week. If you run out of money then you will be punished before you receive any more.

8. You will only be allowed to wear clothes in the house, if I say you can wear clothes.

Do you understand, Susie?"

Suzanne was totally dumbstruck as Ryan detailed eight rules by which he expected her to live her life. Almost through a haze she heard rule after rule, and the onesthat struck her most were the mention of staying with him as long as he wanted, more especially giving her his child, and she certainly thanked her lucky stars she was on the pill. The other rule that terrified was handing over her cards and accounts and living on an allowance? Still, maybe she could shoplift if she needed something.

Perusing the small basic bedroom, she was reminded of documentaries she'd seen of prisons.

Ooooookaaay..... One day at a time was the way to go, and she cautiously turned to Ryan and asked "right! What now?"

"I almost forgot a couple of rules....

9: You will have a curfew of 11:30 PM. If you are not home by that time you will be punished.

10: I will search you every time you return to the house. If you come back in this house with something you shoplifted. You will be punished.

Now, for what to do for now... I would like to see what you stole... give me a fashion show..."

Suzanne wondered what exactly "punished" entailed but decided ignorance is bliss, and no doubt she would discover soon enough was he meant by the threat.

Opening her purse she extracted two dresses, both of which were pretty crumpled. The first was a charchol coloured silk dress with a fitted bodice and a flared skirt which stopped about mid thight. Suzanne tried this on and twirled this way and that.

The second dress was a cherry red, again, it was silk, and had narrow speghetti straps, a low cut bodice, which buttoned down the front, and had a fitted skirt, ending a few inches above her knees, and a split up the front of her right thigh.

Suzanne had to remove her bra in order to show off the second dress, her nipples hardening as the abraided the smooth fabric.

Twirling about, she exaggerated a runway models walk, as she strode up and down the room.

Ryan smiled as he watched her show off the dresses she stole. "Nice... Very nice... Well, I don't know about you but I'm getting hungry... How about we head upstairs and you can make us some dinner..."

Suzanne was so relieved when Ryan told her to come upstairs and cook some dinner. It seemed like such a normal thing to do. She eagerly ascended the stairs ahead of Ryan. Looking in the fridge she called over her shoulder "is there something in particular you'd like Ryan, or will I just rummage up something?". Ryan replied he didn't mind, so Suzanne pulled out the makings of a salad, and began cooking some chicken breast fillets.

"Go ahead and cook what you want," he said, "I have a nicely stocked kitchen here. Oh, and one more thing... Take all of your clothes off... except for your shoes..."