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I had moved into a “granny flat” above their garage. We quickly became not only good friends but inseparable. Tim and Susan had been married for a few years, yet their relationship would seem more friendly than intimate at times. Both had mentioned wanting to have children but that didn’t seem likely under these conditions.I would hear from Tim how his wife was “frigid” and that they hadn’t had sex for over a year. I tried to explain to him that he needed to get into her mind – in order to get into her panties. He would respond that as a husband, he was “entitled” to sex. I’d laugh and tell him that was why & how he’d become a monk. I truly liked both of them and didn’t want to intercede in their relationship issues.Susan smoldered sexuality. She stood 5’10” and had an athletic physique. You could watch the muscles flex in her arms, shoulders, and legs. Her “C” sized breasts were high and firm. She was the subject of many a night fantasy, but I had always remained the gentleman.If I have a superpower, it is to spot submissive women and determine in what manner they are submissive. By that I mean, do they want to be overpowered and taken or do they wish to serve a Master. Susan was the type of woman who needed to see her partner as strong and serve him as a Master. Tim thinking, he was entitled just pushed her further and further away.For over a year I tried to tell Tim that he had it all wrong and was doing more to hurt his chances than helping them. He’d laugh and say that any man that could “thaw the ice princess was a better man” than he. Finally, one night he’d had enough of me telling him what he needed to do. He told me that “if you think you know the ice princess then thaw her!” I was flabbergasted that he’d suggest this. He was serious though. He said, “If you can get her to have sex with you, then you are a better man and I’ll step aside.” I walked out of the garage and went to my apartment. I couldn’t believe he had said that or that in the back of my mind I wanted it.The next day I figured that it’d be blown over with Tim. As soon as I saw him, the first thing out of his mouth was a snarky comment. “So, all talk and no balls?” On the one hand, I didn’t want to bursa escort interfere in their relationship, but his comment really pissed me off. I told him that he didn’t mean it and to let it go. He wouldn’t let it go though. He kept goading me as being all talk and not having the balls to follow through with it.Finally, I got fed up with his comments and questioning me. I told him that he’d run for the hills in a jealous rage for the first man that was able to catch her eye. He laughed and said that he’d sit there and watch with his mouth shut. This truly was the breaking point for me. I told him that I’d take him up on his challenge but that he couldn’t say anything to Susan in the meantime. I went on to say that he’d know about it because he’d have to actually sit in a chair and watch it. His wife would kneel before me and worship my cock. All he did was laugh hysterically saying she’d never sucked his cock so “good luck!” – but agreed. He gave me two months to make it happen.***I anonymously began sending Susan erotic stories to her email. These were mild at first but began getting more hardcore in nature. Each story dealt with a woman coming to serve a Master. I would include little snippets that would relate to her such as including the motorcycle that she rode, color of her car, places that she frequented, etc. She had no idea who was sending these. I would see her being flushed when she’d open her emails, so I knew she was reading them.After about a week, I sent an email that just stated that a “Man feels more masculine with a female who’s feminine” and suggested that skirts and dresses were more appropriate than the jeans/shorts she normally wore. The next day she put on a skirt when she got home from work. That night I sent an email that stated, “Good Girl!” From then on, she’d wear a skirt or dress showing off her sinewy legs.It was time to come out of the anonymous realm. The three of us had gone out to a local bar the night before and I had picked up a submissive bar fly. I did this in a manner that was quite public to Susan. The next morning, the girl did the “walk of shame” out in front of Susan leaving for work.That night Susan laughed at the girl’s appearance bursa escort bayan walking out of my apartment. I responded that the girl wanted to be “taken but didn’t know how to serve.” Susan blushed and turned her eyes away from me. I asked her if she liked the stories, I had been sending her. Her eyes popped wide open, and her jaw dropped. “YOU?”I told her that I knew she’d like the stories. In fact, I knew SHE needed to “serve” a man. She giggled and tried to make light of my comment. Firmly I spoke to her. “You won’t look me directly in my eyes, your nipples have become very prominent with arousal, and you haven’t denied liking my stories.” She quickly glanced at me and walked away blushing deeply.That night I sent her a story in which a woman decided to serve a Master. The male was nondescript in the story. It was one in which the woman had to overcome her conflicting feelings, but which was rewarded when she finally made her decision. The feeling of peace, yet exhilaration, came to her. She had offered herself in its entirety to the man.The next day she blushed almost purple when she first saw me. I did notice though that her skirt was higher than normal and that she wore nothing under her blouse. Her prominent nipples had made that very clear. When we were alone, she asked me “So you think you can take me?” I looked her directly in her eyes and confidently answered, “You haven’t gotten it. I won’t take you. The point is are you going to offer yourself?” I then walked away.The rest of the night she kept looking at me, but it was obvious she had things on her mind.As I was about to head to my apartment, she grabbed my arm. “What did you mean by me offering myself?” I leaned in close and whispered, “When you’re ready to fully offer yourself to a man. You’ll know. You will be fully committed. You will come to that man and let him know. You will then do exactly what he says. Not because you have to do so but because it is what you want to do. YOU will have CHOSEN to submit yourself to him.” I then walked out the door.Susan woke to a story in her email. This story had her choosing to offer herself. In it, she dressed in a certain manner. She walked up escort bursa to the man, in front of her husband, and offered to serve this man. It spoke to the calm she’d feel once her decision was known. It spoke to the excitement she’d feel once she’d been released from her turmoil.It was a Saturday, and we didn’t have anything planned but maybe having a BBQ in the backyard.When I entered the house, Tim was in the kitchen grabbing a beer out of the fridge and offering me one. We heard a noise coming from the living room and we walked into the room. Susan stood there in the exact attire that had been in my story this morning. She wore four-inch-high heels, a short black miniskirt, and a white men’s dress shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned but it had been tied just below her breasts.She stood with her face down, her hands behind her back and her ankles shoulder width apart.“Sir, I am here to offer myself to you.”I could hear a gasp for air from behind me as Tim realized what was happening.“What do you have for me?” I said.A hand came out from behind her back and the palm turned upwards. She had a pair of panties draping the palm.I turned to Tim and pointed at a chair. “Sit!” He walked over to the seat and sat himself down in resignation.I reached out to Susan’s offering and brought it to my nose. I made a major point of bringing it to my nose and inhaling her fragrance. I could smell her arousal on the moist material. I spoke to her “Good Girl! Be perfectly clear to everyone here what are you offering to me.”“Sir, I am offering my body and soul for your use – as you see fit. I will deny you nothing.”“I have not been lucky enough to fully see what you are offering. Undress!”Only with a slight hesitation did she begin to untie her blouse. Once the knot was undone, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders onto the floor. She breasts were rapidly rising and falling with excitement. Her nipples were small, hard pebbles on the top of very firm breasts. Her adept hand undid the side zipper to her skirt, and it too fell to the ground. A full bush was at the apex of her thighs, but copious amounts of fluid were coating the inside of them.I closed the difference between us and brought a hand up to her cheek. She shuddered when she felt my touch and leant into the hand. “Beautiful!” was all I could initially say. I had imagined what she could possibly look like sans clothing but was unprepared for what stood before me.
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