SUZANNE THE SEXUAL SADIST

Let me introduce myself. I am Garret Carlton, from San Francisco, California. I live in Colorado, now. I’m 33 years old, divorced, with one 6-year old son named Matt.
It was winter 1995, November. Thursday, 7:44 p.m. I was taking my son ice skating over on the frozen pond near his
school building. This is a hobby we enjoyed to the fullest; I took him out every once in a while because his mom never really
seemed to care for him as much as I do.
" Hey, Matt, you stay here while I go to the restroom for a brief moment, okay? Don’t go on the ice until I get back! " I said.
He agreed. I went to a small shack near the pond. I was in the restroom for only 5 minutes, and when I came out, I
saw Matt in a hole in the frozen pond! He looked like he was about to drown beneath all that ice! There was a lady trying to
help him out, as she was lying on her stomach off the grassy area onto the ice, stretching a hand out to Matt.
The lady yelled, " Hurry, grab my hand! I can save you! "
" I’m cold, I’m cold! Dad!!! " he screamed.
" Grab my hand! Grab it! " the lady yelled again.
Matt grabbed her hand, and she quickly pulled him out of the ice water to a nearby tree.
The lady asked, " Are you okay, honey? Are you alright? " I rushed over to her and Matt. The lady was about 5’10,
looked around 28. She had long, smooth black hair, and a very attractive face. She was wearing a dark red overcoat, black
leather gloves, and black leather boots.
" Daddy, why did you take so long? I was cold! " Matt said. His face was red, and he was shivering immensely. I felt like a jerk.
" I’m sorry, Matt, I didn’t know -" 
The lady, sitting next to Matt by the tree, comforting him, interrupted me and said, " So you’re his father? "
" Yes, " I answered.
With that, she stood up and smacked me across the face! I fell to the ground. Matt was shocked. While I was down, she booted me in the chest, and I was in a little pain.
" Daddy! " Matt cried.
The lady called to him, " He’ll be okay, dear. He’s fine! "
I whimpered, " Ooohhh, jeez... "
The lady pulled me up and said, " Some father you are, leaving him outside in this weather, in the dark! I should turn you
into the police for child neglect. "
I said, " I know, ma’am. I’m sorry. I was only gone for 5 minutes -" 
She interrupted. " You know, I could just kill you for that. Just - just forget it. I never saw anything. Forget it! " she
started to walk away. " You just better keep an eye on him from now on. Because next time, a nice person like me won’t be
here! "
She was nice. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a long time. I wanted to thank her, but this just wasn’t the
time. I helped Matt up and hugged him. " I apologize, son. I feel like a jerk. I shouldn’t have left you alone. "
Matt asked, " Are you okay, Daddy? "
" I’m just fine. I deserved that, " I said, with a feeling of humiliation. I took Matt home and we just sat and watched TV.
The next afternoon, Saturday, when Matt was at a friend’s house, the doorbell rang. I opened the door - and it was that
lady! She was dressed in the same attire I saw her in last night. I guess this was her common outing attire for the winter. The
red velvet overcoat and the leather gloves and boots. Her beautiful brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing
make-up and small earrings.
" What are you doing here? " I stammered. " How’d you know my address? "
She said, " I was watching you take him home to see if you’d neglect him again. I was following you in my car. You
know, kids like that deserve better care. "
I felt guilty indeed, but I wasn’t angry at her for prying into my personal life. I said, " Okay, listen to me, ma’am. I never
got to thank you for that, because you - you know, you beat me up. But I’m very thankful - here, come in. It’s cold out there. "
" I guess. " she said.
I paced for inches back and forth. " I don’t know what I was thinking. I would like to thank you, but I don’t know how.
I’m sure you’re a really nice gir - I mean, person, person! But - how can I thank you... " I wanted to thank her, and show her I
was attracted to her at the same time.
She asked, " I don’t know. How do you plan to thank me for making up for your mistake? "
" Well... " I was stuck for an answer.
But then, I slowly got down on my knees and then lowered myself to her feet. I placed two kisses on the lower-ankle
leather of one of her boots, trying to push the kiss into her leather so she could feel it. I then held my forehead to her foot and
said, " I don’t know...please forgive me for this, please. I didn’t mean to leave him out like that, really...I’m sorry... " She must’ve been in a daze, because she started to be real nice to me. I wonder what she was thinking. I think she was faking it. There was something awfully suspicious about this girl.
" Oooooh...you are so sweet, " she said. " I’ve never had anyone do that before. " I stood up, and she put a hand on my
shoulder. " Listen, uh... "
" Garret, " I said. " My name’s Garret. "
She finished, " Garret, it was no problem. Really. It was all I could do. By the way, you can call me Sue. Or Suzanne, if
you’d like. " She held out a hand for me to shake. I answered politely, " Yes, Suzanne. Thank you, thank you so much. I took
her leather-gloved hand and kissed it passionately, letting her know how thankful I was for her actions last night.
She seemed flattered. " You are the nicest guy I’ve ever met, " she commented. " Would you like to get together for
dinner or something some time? We could get to know each other a little. "
" Yeah - uh -"  I was stunned. I could barely speak.
She interrupted, " Well, if you can’t, then I can understand -" 
" - no, uh - sure! Would I? I’d be glad to! " I said, trying to gain control of myself. I wasn’t sure I was making a wise decision.
She smiled at me and handed my a business card. " Well, why don’t you come over to my place around 8:00 tonight
and we’ll sit and talk or something. "
" Oh - okay. I’ve got to find someone to watch Matt, though. " I answered, a little confused.
" That’s fine. " She paused and gave me this card. " Here’s my address and phone number. I’m really sorry about how I
acted last night. I was just a little upset. "
I said, " Yeah...uh, I’ll see you tonight, then? "
She replied, " 8:00. If you can’t make it, then just call me. "
" Okay... "
She said goodbye, I said goodbye, and she walked out the door. I made some lunch and thought for a while. This was the weirdest thing that ever happened.
Well, 7:15 came by. I was dressed in a really nice sweater, jeans, and dress shoes. I don’t know why I dressed up; this
whole thing was probably a trick. I had dropped Matt off at the next door neighbor’s house an hour ago. So I got my coat and
headed out the door to find Suzanne's house. Here goes nothing, I guess.
About a half hour later, I found it. It was like a mansion! It was a big, red, brick building with white trim. White shutters
on the windows, white door and window frames, a flower garden at the side. This was a nice place. I pulled into the driveway
and got out.
I felt a little nervous as I walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell with a little bit of hesitation. The door opened
and a butler answered, saying, " Are you here to see miss Laine? "
" Who? "
" Miss Laine. "
" Suzanne Laine? "
The butler said, " Yes. She is Suzanne Laine. "
" Yes, I am, " I said.
He let me in and showed me upstairs to this carpeted hallway with plants everywhere, pictures on the walls, and a couple chandeliers.
" Suzanne is dressing right now, " he said. " So feel free to sit on this bench and wait here until she’s ready. "
The butler went downstairs, and then suddenly, Suzanne came out of a room down the hall. She was dressed all in
black. She wore a black latex dress, velvet elbow-length gloves, and thigh-high black leather boots with the most attractive
shine! Her hair was down, down to mid-back length, and she was gorgeous! I couldn’t help looking at her.
" You’re early, " she said to me.
The time was 7:48. " Yeah. I wasn’t sure how much time I’d need to find the house. "
She summoned me toward her, saying, " C’mon, let me show you to my room. " I followed her down the hall to this big,
elegant bedroom. We walked in, and she closed the door behind us. We both sat on the bed next to each other.
" So, " she said, " what do you think of the house? " All I could say was, " Big ".
She answered, " You sound impressed. "
" I am. "
" Really impressed? "
" Yeah! "
" Do I impress you? "
I was confused. " Huh? "
She stood up from the bed and stood in front of me, posing like a supermodel. I wasn’t sure was she was doing. " I
said, do I impress you? " she said, resting a foot next to me on top of the bed, showing me an ultimate close-up of the shiny
boot leather.
I responded to her, " Yes, you do. I’m a little tense, though, so -" 
She took the booted foot and placed a toe on my chest, gently pushing me back until I was laying on the bed, and she had her foot resting on my chest. She cracked a smile.
" Just relax, " she said. " We’re gonna have some fun, darling. "
I was confused, again. " Huh? "
Boot still on my upper chest to hold me down, she reached into her garter belt and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She
cuffed my wrists to the headboard. " You’re under arrest. "
" What!? " I didn’t know what was going on.
She finished, " By me. You’re under arrest by me. "
" You’re a cop? "
" No, stupid, I’m not a cop. " She released the foot and leaned close to my face, within kissing distance. " Just have some
fun with me. " Then she stood up on the bed, standing over me. She was still smiling in that evil way.
I asked, " Wh - what are you doing? "
She suddenly stepped into my groin with the black high-heeled boot, and it was the most wonderful thing I ever felt.
She started to massage the boot into that area.
" How do you like that? " she asked.
I answered, nervously, " Oh, God...it feels good! Jeez... "
After a couple minutes, she released the foot and stepped over to my head so she was standing right next to it. She put a boot toe deep into my mouth.
" I want you to suck on my boot toe for a little while. " she commanded. " This way, I know you know how superior I
am. Yes, that’s it, my dear...suck the leather... "
I said, " Mmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmmm... "
She shoved the foot deeper into my mouth, and it started to hurt; I began to whine. My mouth felt like the skin was going to tear at the ends! She had almost half her boot in my mouth!
" Yes, darling...suck the leather, " she commanded again. I started to drool. I was also starting to drool down below. All
I could do is whine, when she suddenly took the boot out of my mouth and rested it on my chest again. I was breathing heavily.
She asked, " That was good, wasn’t it? "
" Yes, Suzanne. It was good... " I replied.
She then stepped onto me and began to trample me. I felt like I was in heaven.
" You know what, Garret? You’re going to spend the rest of your life in this room, " she said. I wasn’t sure what she
meant. But I started to get the picture. She slammed a foot down onto the bed next to my face. She demanded, " Kiss my foot,
slave. "
I was so scared that I couldn’t speak. I knew this had gone too far. And I was handcuffed, so I couldn’t move! She
budged the boot closer to my face. I obeyed her, and planted my lips to her sweet leather. My head could only move so far, so
I was just able to kiss the inner arch of her boot. I admired the curve of her foot and how it took shape in that high-heeled
form. But I still had a strange feeling about this.
She said, " You are very obedient. " She began to trample me again.
" I’d really like to go home now, " I said. " Please, Suzanne? "
She replied, " Oh, I love having a man at my feet, begging at my boots for dear mercy. I’m sorry, Garret. I really can’t do that. " She then stomped hard into my groin! I screamed in pain!
She said, " You are a gullible jerk! " She dropped a knee onto my chest and kept it here, also bending her toe upward into my groin. " I’m a black belt in martial arts, you know, " she said. " That means I’m very good with my feet. " She stood up, I begged again, and she slammed a high-heeled foot into my chest, and I could hear a rib break! " Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! " I screamed again. She ground the boot into my ribs! I could feel her high heel on my heart.
Maybe even in it! It hurt like crazy.
She laughed. " Oh, I’m sorry! Are you hurt? "
" What the hell do you want!? What -"  I tried to talk, but she lifted the spiked heel out of my chest and shoved it into my
mouth. She shoved it deeper and deeper! I couldn’t breathe! I could only taste the boot leather of an evil witch! I could taste
blood drip from my mouth as her heel cut the back of my mouth!
" Taste it, slave! " she commanded. " This is your last breath! " She gave the high heel a final shove down my throat -
Garret would have never known that that visit to Suzanne’s house would be where he spent the final moments of his life. He never knew who Suzanne the " Sexual Sadist " was, but it was too late for him to realize what he had gotten himself into. There was a funeral for Garret three days later, and he was buried the next morning.
This was the fourth murder Suzanne the " Sexual Sadist " was accused of in two years. She had strange ways of seducing men and killing them using bondage and taking intense advantage of her feet in killing them. She is beautiful, but also very deadly. She was so into her work that she had over 30 pairs of high heeled shoes and over 15 pairs of boots.
Her butler, who had not known of Suzanne’s murders, had heard Garret’s screams, and had already phoned the police. Suzanne was arrested while trying to hide Garret’s body. She was sentenced to 10 years in jail for her high heel crimes.
Just a warning: You better watch you who date. She may be Miss Wrong...
...just like Suzanne the Sexual Sadist.
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