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Susi Learns to Submit

By: Xploremyworld



This story isn't intended to be only 'wham-bam, thank you, ma'm stuff. It's also a story with some character development, and it makes a statement about ethnic social interaction between different cultures. 

**

Her name was 'Susi,' and she was a South African 'lady of privilege,' working temporarily in the U.S. as an internist with one of the federal government departments. I was a U.S. civil service employee. We had occasion to talk professionally during intergovernmental agency teleconferences on issues of mutual concern. Teleconferences provided a convenient means of addressing issues without having personnel fly in from all parts of the country. So, while Susi and I talked regularly, we never met each other in a professional capacity. 

One afternoon while I was at my desk, Susi called unexpectedly. I wasn't particularly aware of her in a personal way—she was simply another in the maze of people that government employees deal with endlessly. We made small talk while I tried to ascertain the real reason for her call. Susi, though, just wanted to talk. It became obvious that she was lonely, but this wasn't the time to help her with that issue. It was a rough time with 'the program,' and personal calls usually had no place in the office.

I suggested that she call me at home that evening, so we could talk at length about whatever was on her mind, and she agreed. I gave her my telephone number and hung up, puzzled as to why she sought me out to talk about personal things. I did know that she was South African, because of her very distinct accent, and her temporary status was made known to all during the teleconferences. She seemed pleasant enough, though I guess I was a bit impersonal to her because of the apartheid issues in her country's history.

Susi called late that evening, at around 10 p.m., as I was readying for bed. I'd thought she decided to not call, after all. Her voice was shy and uncertain, without the professional attitude she carried during work. I could sense almost immediately that there was something wrong in Susi's life, and just gave her the lead to take the conversation where she wanted it to go.

She was lonely, having made no friends in the U.S. during the three months she had been here. Her in-country support was a married woman who, after having Susi in her home once for dinner, just let go of the responsibility. Susi was living in a government supplied 'apartment' which was a combination living room, bedroom, and kitchen about the size of one large living room. The bed was a pull-down from one wall, after the sparse living room furniture was moved to the other side of the room. Her life in the U.S. was essentially her job and the apartment.

The reason Susi had taken the assignment was because she was separated from her husband in South Africa, and he had temporary custody of her two children. Susi had decided to 'go overseas and see the states,' but it hadn't worked out that way. The job was demanding, and she found she had no means to travel as she thought she would. She also hadn't been able to make any friends. Susi confided to me that she often cried at night from loneliness, and because the Washington area seemed so cold and impersonal.

I interjected every so often to ask a question, or make a suggestion about cultural and social events in the area, places to go/see nearby. Susi responded that she did travel well locally, and had grown adept at using the subway to go to shows, and other events. It was obvious that what was lacking in Susi's life was companionship. And I didn't know if I wanted that job.

Then, Susi opened up even more to me, talking about her life back in South Africa. She had grown up in Durban, Zulu Nataal province, living what she called a life of 'privilege,' under apartheid. She said that she had never associated with 'the coloreds' in any fashion. Even the family servants were indentured whites. She had carried on that tradition while married, and her children's nanny was also an indentured white. Susi had made an incorrect assumption--she didn't know that I am a black American. She had never seen me—we'd only talked on the telephone. 

I listened, but chose to not disclose my ethnicity to her. I was cordial, and offered to help in any way I could, suggesting places she could go/things she might do to meet someone interesting. She was appreciative, and asked if she could call me again. I said she could.

Susi called again a few nights later, at around the same time of evening. She seemed a bit more upbeat and positive about her circumstance. As the conversation went on, Susi began to flirt, lightly veiled at first, but then more openly, asking me about myself, what my interests were... She eventually told me that she'd talked with someone on a telephone chat line who had aroused her to a point of masturbation, but that she'd gotten 'cold fingers,' and cut the conversation short. Susi went on to say that being sexually open to strangers in that way was unheard of in South Africa.

And again, the questions got around to me—describe myself, my interests and likes, but this time the questions had a decidedly sexual tone to them. And, I got into the game. I gave her a graphic picture of my sexual makeup, from physical description (excluding race) to my dominant sexual traits, some history, etc. Susi was very attentive, wanting more intimate details and facts. Her voice became more liquid, her breathing slowed to a soft feathery tone. And then she began responding by interjecting comments about her desires, what aroused her, and her frame of mind about needing sex at that very moment. In effect: Phone sex... something that I don't usually indulge myself with. 

It became a very direct give and take. Her cries, moaning and heavy breathing all combined in response to my encouraging her to loosen her inhibitions, to open up to her needs and be accepting of all the (telephone) passions being hurled at her. And, Susi did. She gave as good as she got, and all her pent-up lust and need seemed to flow out of her into the phone. 

It only took a couple of minutes of whispered, coaxing and salacious words before her moans, furious intakes of air, and (I imagined) contorted groping sent her reeling away to the floor, breathlessly spent, out of control. 

** 

That became the initial basis for my relationship with Susi. She called, usually late in the evening, when she felt I was situated. Sometimes, it was just straight-forward, as if she'd found an outlet for her sexual needs. We'd talk a couple of minutes, and she'd begin to exhort me to take her sexually, in any manner of ways. I asked if she'd had any success in meeting people, but she always deflected any discussion, saying that she was making do with letters from home.

A few weeks into our telephone 'relationship,' Susi called, again despondent and out of sorts. I asked what was wrong. She didn't answer directly, but asked me if I would stop by her apartment while I was en route to my weekend home. I rented an apartment in Maryland during the week, but usually drove to my home in central Virginia each Friday night. Susi's apartment was in northern Virginia, along a route I could take to go home. Curious, I asked her why—I'd had no intention of meeting Susi, remembering her assumption that I was 'white.' She said that she simply needed a 'hug.'

I suggested that her need of a 'hug' could really turn out to be much more than a simple embrace. She said it wouldn't—that she really just needed to share a cup of coffee with someone, and that she felt closer to me than anyone else in the area. I continued to resist, as I knew we'd likely not get any further than her shock at discovering that she'd engaged in telephone sex with a 'colored.' Strangely, I wasn't afraid of being discovered. Subconsciously I'd always expected that the time would come when she'd find out, but I'd also wanted to manage her discovery. It was a question of seeing the expression on her face. 

I agreed to meet Susi, have coffee, and give her the hug she needed. I told her to not expect anything else, as I had a three hour drive in front of me. Not that I expected 'anything else,' except maybe some stern words of rejection. 

As I drove towards Susi, I considered her possible reactions—beyond the shock, would she be angry... Would she just shut the door and walk away? I felt a sense of curiosity, as much as anything about this woman who had lived a life where the government accorded her a sense of superiority, based simply on the color of her skin. Beyond that, she seemed a nice enough person. 

I entered the apartment complex, and rang up Susi on my cell phone, to let her know I was there. She said she'd come down to meet me at the secure entrance. It was a security door which required a combination be entered to gain admittance. Susi would be able to see me without concern for her safety. 

"Well," I thought. "It looks like I'll only see her expression through the glass..." And then, she was there.

We looked at each other. I guess the word for her reaction was 'stunned.' Her mouth was open, her eyes said, "This has to be a terrible mistake!" We continued to look at each other through the door.

"Ralph?"

"Susi..."

She didn't know what to do, or say. After a few seconds, however, Susi opened the door, and I stepped through, warily, continuing to gauge the effect I had on her. I didn't want to alarm her, as she seemed incapable of absorbing any additional shock.

I offered my hand by way of greeting her, "How are you?"

"Why, I'm absolutely shocked!" she responded, but accepting the handshake. 

"You didn't tell me you were 'colored,'" were her words of choice. 

"I'm not 'colored,' I'm a black American," I responded. "And besides, you never asked what my race is," I reminded her. "You assumed me to be white that first evening you called, when you talked about the way you grew up in South Africa. I just didn't correct you."

"But, you seem so..."

"Intelligent," I interrupted. "Yeah, I know. Most of us are that way. You've been watching too many television shows."

"Look, I didn't stop by here to start anything. You asked me to come by, so I did. I just felt it was time for you to see me, face to face, without any more misinterpretations."

We both stood there, ill at ease, not sure what would happen next. I said 'good-night,' but Susi had gained some sense of composure. She said that she had coffee waiting. 

We went up to her apartment. She offered me a seat, which was a bar stool at the kitchen counter. Sure enough the coffee was already brewing, the placements of the cups and saucers reflecting the overall tidiness of her living arrangement. For whatever reason, a dozen red roses neatly adorned the coffee table. Susi poured our coffee, but the conflict in her mind was still apparent. 

She took her coffee to the sofa, and sat there, not really saying anything. I knew though, that she was considering all of the erotic telephone discussions we'd engaged in, the lewd descriptions she'd given of herself to me, and of course the volcanic orgasms that always erupted when we were no longer able to contain them. She was thinking about having given herself over in extremely erotic ways to a 'colored' man, even if only on the phone. 

She was an attractive woman, in her early 40's, with an energetic, toned build, but with the bit of paunch that usually accompanies a middle-aged mother. Her hair was light brown, long enough to cover her ears, and brushed a bit over the face. Susi had dressed casually to meet me, wearing jeans and a button-down blouse. I sorta gave the apartment a visual once-over, to see if she'd had any expectations of extending my visit. 

We attempted to make small talk, but after about 20 minutes, I decided to end the embarrassing visit. I thanked her for the coffee and said that I should be going. Susi got up to accompany me to the door. We stood there, again looking at each other, not knowing what to say. I reached for the doorknob, only to hear Susi speak in that soft, accented voice, "I still haven't gotten my hug." It wasn't a calculating statement—it was the voice of a woman who was desperately lonely, and who really needed a friend at that minute.

I turned to look at her. She was just standing there, afraid I'd walk out the door without showing any compassion at all. Her eyes spoke for her, saying that she needed to be held, and comforted by a friend. Whatever Susi's history in her home country, this woman at this time just needed a friend.

I didn't know what to do—I didn't want to be aggressive towards her. I let my instincts guide me, and smiled down into her face, with my arms outstretched. Susi moved effortlessly into my arms, and I wrapped them platonically about her, high up on her back. I made sure she knew that my intentions were for this to be only a friendly embrace.

Shortly, I lightened my arms around her, to allow her to step away. She didn't. Instead, I felt her arms tighten around my waist, as if she was afraid to let go, and she began to cry, lightly. I held her again, reassuringly, and we stayed that way for several minutes. Somewhere within those 'several minutes,' Susi and I went from the friendly 'hug' to holding each other passionately, urgently straining our bodies together to the fullest extent we could manage. 

I looked down into her face again. Her eyes were still teary, wetting my shirt, and getting mascara on it. She looked up at me, seemingly questioning my intentions. I could feel her warm breasts heaving in anticipation of her being comforted other than as a friend. I put my lips to Susi's face, and softly caressed her with my hands.

She melted into me, and as my hands sought encouragement from her body, her lips were searching for mine. I was still not completely sure where this passionate embrace was leading us, wondering if at point Susi would recoil, and put up some defense against her own sexual desires. 

In fact, I questioned if this was something that I particularly wanted to do. But, Susi showed no such inhibition. For every touch, kiss, or caress of mine, she responded rhythmically against me, making me know that the passionate, erotic creature within her that had seduced me on the phone was again begging to be unleashed. 

We made our way to the bed, and managed to get it pulled down with only a bit of fumbling. I was afraid of anything that would upset the fragile atmosphere. I again decided to let Susi carry the moment. She would decide what would happen, how far we would go. The first thing Susi did was to darken the room, a lot. We lay together on the bed covers, with the only light coming through the window from the street. Susi held me tightly, her face in my chest, as to keep from looking directly at me. 

I put my hands in her hair and pulled her face upwards.

"If we're going to do this, you'll be looking at the man you're with," I said, brusquely. "If I'm not someone you want, then I'd best leave now." 

I was looking good, smelling good, and my confidence told me that her need for me was overwhelming. I wanted Susi to know that I sensed that.

"It's n-not that..." she responded. "But, this is all so unexpected. I hadn't planned any of this. Especially not that you'd be 'colored...' ahh, black. And now, we're already in bed, and I—I don't know..."

"You don't know, what, Susi? You don't know if you want to do this?"

"Yes, I do want you... very much, Ralph," she said haltingly.

"Then, come and get what you want, Susi," I whispered directly into her ear, and pushed my hips directly onto her. "Come and get what you need." 

That was what it took. Susi needed to feel pursued, and my vanity had gotten in the way. She looked up into my face, the hunger showing in hers. I nuzzled her face with mine, then kissed her and began to undo her jeans...

I made love to Susi several times that night. Her first orgasm was from missionary sex. As we continued our love-making, Susi wondered aloud about the number of times I enjoyed coupling during one session. I told her that I was available as long as she showed any interest in continuing. She found that astonishing, saying that in South Africa, men usually only enjoyed missionary sex, and that it normally lasted 20 minutes at most. I suggested that she hang on, and enjoy the ride.

And she did. I exhorted her to 'go uptop,' and she didn't understand. I put her there, and penetrated her, my cock expanding and driving deeper into her than she'd ever been taken (her words). I showed her how to 'ride,' and let her begin bucking furiously up and down on my shaft. I grabbed her breasts, and pulled them down to my mouth, suckling each one in turn. Susi screamed from the oral and penile manipulations, and lost it. She orgasmed even as she sought to dismount the throbbing, pulsing shaft that was permeating tsunami-like ripples throughout her body. I held her in place, locked onto my dick, feeling her deep-set pussy lips writhing wetly against it.

"What was that??" she exclaimed, as she attempted to regain control.

"Get used to it." I remarked, smugly. "If you're going to be with me, you're going to be taken like that. Every orgasm has to be better than the previous one."

"You're going to be the death of me, because that monster is certainly a deadly weapon!"

She told me again that South African men do not allow their women to have sex in the woman superior position. She had never even been allowed to hold her man's cock, much less perform oral sex on it. I told her to closely inspect mine. She did, and I watched her eyes straining to take in every detail in the semi-darkened room. She remarked that she'd never enjoyed such a large and thick penis. I told her to hold it, and she looked at me.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It won't bite you."

She gently wrapped her hand around it, as if holding a newborn baby.

"Squeeze it!"

"No... I don't want to hurt it."

"You won't hurt it. Squeeze it... Go on!"

Susi squeezed my dick, and it involuntarily throbbed in response.

"Again... C'mon, work on it!" I'm whispering softly to her now, coaxing her to enjoy and explore my cock.

She began to squeeze rhythmically, feeling my cock pulse in her hand each time she squeezed it.

"It feels good... it's so hard, so alive... it makes me want to do things to it..."

"Like what, Susi?"

"Like, suck it. I've never sucked a cock, you know."

"Never?"

"Noo... In South Africa, I wouldn't be allowed to even hold it. Sucking a cock is like a taboo to us."

"You're not in South Africa, Susi," I reminded her, softly. "You're in America, and you're holding a large black American cock in your hands, only inches away from your face. You can do anything you want with it."

She looked at me and smiled. "So I am... You're turning me into a wanton woman, Ralph, and I'm enjoying it, very much!"

"Then, taste me, Susi... Taste your pussy juices on my black cock," I said it lewdly, designed to affect her desires. Then, "Put your mouth on it."

Susi leaned in and touched the tip of her tongue to my engorged cock lightly, then swirled her tongue over the bulbous head. With an appetite born of years of suppressed fantasy, she sucked... no, she raped my cock with her mouth. She kept her fingers around the shaft close to the base, but her mouth polished the rest of it to a high sheen.

I tried to hold my body steady, but my cock was betraying me. It responded to Susi's mouth and fingers by serving her a generous dose of precum that she licked onto her tongue. Susi learned fast, or maybe she was just a natural cocksucker, although one who'd had no opportunity to put her skills to use. She pulled away from the head, and left a string of precum 'pearls' from the top of my cock to the tip of her tongue. 

She laughed. She was finding out what it meant to be lasciviously erotic.


Susi Learns to Submit



We made love again, slowly but intensely, with a passion befitting two people who have found each other in a dark room, and who don't know if we will ever find each other again.

I had to leave. I told Susi good-night, and that we'd talk again the next week. I didn't know though, if upon reflection either of us would decide that to be a good idea. I am a dominant male, used to being served and serviced by a submissive woman. I had talked around the threshold of that lifestyle with Susi, and she had no clue as to what I was talking about. I knew that if we continued to see each other, I might press for some level of control and threaten the relationship.

**

Susi and I continued to see each other. Our talks on the phone took on a new quality, as we shared private and intimate thoughts. She was decidedly more buoyant and personable, even talking jokingly about her new sexual experiences, and wanting to explore even more. Any hesitancy Susi had previously about enjoying a black man sexually seemed to just evaporate. We talked about it a few times afterwards, usually with her mentioning how she wished she had known better, much earlier in life. I continued to have the feeling that she had decided to live a bit on the edge, since she was away from home. 'When in Rome...'

She would call early in the evenings now, wanting me to spend the evening at her apartment. I rarely did, since the distance between our two residences was almost an hour drive. Instead, I would spend time with her on Friday or Sunday evenings, en route to or from my weekend home. I was determined to not get too attached to Susi, as it was still obvious that our lives were diametrical opposites.

Susi called one evening as soon as I'd gotten home from work, and asked if we could spend the evening together. I gave her the same 'distance and traffic' picture that I usually gave her. But, this time she was prepared. 

"Okay, I'll come to you, then."

(Uh, ohh...) "How, Susi?"

"I'll take the subway—you can pick me up at the station."

"Susi, you're talking about an hour's ride, at the height of rush hour..."

"It doesn't matter. I want to have dinner with you. I'll even bring it if you want. And, don't say 'no...' I'm gotten pretty good at riding the Metro. I'll be at your station in about an hour. It's up to you if you'll be there to pick me up."

You don't say 'no' to someone that determined. I picked Susi up at the Metro stop, and we picked up the Chinese dinner I'd ordered while waiting for her to arrive. Susi brought her overnight bag with her, so I knew we'd be taking the Metro to work together the next morning.

I showed her my two-bedroom apartment, lightly furnished since I only used it to maintain myself during the work week. It did have the amenities, and was clean and comfortable. My bedroom featured a queen-size, ultra-thick mattress on the floor, butted against a modular headboard and drawers. The mattress was very plush, conducive to very active sexual play either on it, or the floor. At the end or edge of the bed? Just roll off it, onto the carpeted floor and continue to play uninterrupted. 

I also decided that now was the time for Susi to see some of my D&s toys and tools. I hadn't many at the apartment, as most of them stayed at my primary residence. But, the obligatory handcuffs, both metal and Velcro, a couple of gags and blindfolds, some bondage rope, floggers/paddles, and a few other items were there. Susi's eyes widened as they took in the items. 

I showed and told her the purpose of each item, and she asked afterwards if I enjoyed inflicting pain. I explained that D&s is not so much about pain to those in the lifestyle, but about control and the trust placed in one's Dom or Master, and that everything she saw there was used with loving care and for fulfillment of the submissive's desires. She didn't get it.

I assured her that I had no intention of ever using any of those tools on her. "The only way that would ever happen, Susi, would be if you asked me to."

I could see the question forming in her head.

After dinner, we decided to make an 'early night of it.' Susi had found 'Victoria's Secret,' and began to wear tastefully erotic lingerie. That night, her choice was a naughty baby-doll nightie which concealed her nipples, and little else. It was virginal white, just barely over the rump of her ass cheeks. It had matching thong panties (I could tell it was a thong because there was a string, and little else) that didn't even have enough material for the tag. Oh, yeah, she also had on a smile.

I suggested that she find the bed, because I was ready to set the mood. Once she was comfortably settled (I put her directly in the middle of the mattress), I turned off all the lights in the apartment. I went back to the bedroom, and asked,

"Susi—are you ready for me?"

"Yes, I'm waiting right where you put me." 

"Good. Stay there."

I turned on the entertainment system, which began playing a selection of my CD's designed to enchant, to seduce... songs to make love to.

I moved back to the bedroom in my after-dinner robe, which was just short enough to raise ideas in Susi about romance. Of course, there was nothing under it—I never wear underwear when a robe will do.

In the darkened room, Susi couldn't see me, but she knew I was there. I could make out her outline on the bed, but the mood wasn't complete. I lit a candle, and her face came alive to me. She watched as I took each just-lit candle and used it to light the next one, until there were eight lit candles in the room, each strategically placed to do it's part to set the right mood.

It was time to get Susi in the mood, too. I went to the bed, and lay alongside of her. We were both in good spirits, anticipating an intense evening of play and exploration. We'd shared a carafe of a light blush wine, since we had to work the next day. Wines can sometimes deaden the senses that you most want to use, if it's the wrong wine, or too much wine. But, it had Susi giggling—it seemed everything was funny to her.

"What is so funny to you, lady?"

"Nothing..."

"Don't lie—you've been grinning like a Cheshire cat every since we came into the bedroom."

"No... It's just that I like your bedroom—your whole apartment, in fact. It's not how you described it. It's really cozy, and intimate."

"Yeah... especially my bed. Right?"

"Right, sir... especially your bed." She giggled again, completely at ease, but anxious to begin. She touched my robe-tie, suggestively.

It was the first time Susi had called me 'sir,' and I knew she meant it to be a formal statement of affection, outside the D&s genre. But it stirred a sense of empowerment within me, nonetheless.

"Be careful how you use that word, my dear Susi. It can get you into trouble."

"Trouble? With you, 'sir?' I don't see how..." Now, she was playing with me.

"You'll find out, if you continue. Now stop it, and pay attention to me!"

I was laying alongside Susi, on my side with only my toes making contact. She pulled on the robe-tie, undoing it, and my robe opened, exposing my half-rigid cock to her. 

"Is this the kind of attention, you want, 'sir?' She asked, softly. It seemed that exposing Susi to my D&s toys had an effect on her. 

"It's a start," I answered.

"Then, I'm on the right pathway..." Her accented speech was becoming soft and light, as it always did when she was aroused.

Susi reached down and took my cock in one hand, stroking it gently and looking for my reaction. I groaned, and closed my eyes at her touch. I put my hand on her hip, my top leg moved over hers, and I pulled her into me. The electricity between us was fast closing out the world—I no longer heard or felt anything but Susi. Her giggling stopped abruptly, her face became tight and anxious. I kissed that face, and placed my hand on her cheek, softly caressing her, before moving my fingers across her lips.

Her mouth opened spontaneously. Her tongue flicked out, licking each finger in turn as my hand swept slowly across her mouth. I was tempted to grab her face, but this was not a D&s session. Instead, I pulled my hand back across her face, over her ear, and into her hair line, pulling her face to my chest. Susi responded by kissing my chest with her open mouth, the wetness of her tongue making a trail towards my nipples. 

I rolled onto my back and Susi came up over me, her eyes glazed with need. She kissed my chest again, this time her mouth seeking out the nipples for special attention. She sucked me voraciously, her hair sweeping across my face and neck as she tongued the little buds until they were as stiff with desire as my cock was. She had indeed become a wanton sex creature, a slave to sexual exploration. 

She asked me to sit up with my back propped against the headboard. As I did, she looked closely into my eyes.

"Let me make love to you, Ralph... Let me make you feel as good as I feel at this minute." She was gone... There was only one possible answer.

"Do what you want, Susi... I'm here for you, tonight," I whispered. 'let yourself go. Get what you need to get. No questions, no judgment."

"I just want your cock. Your big black wonderful fuck stick. I want to suck it, then ride it... I need to make it mine, tonight, all night. Is that all right? I've never been able to do these things before, and I need to enjoy them now. I just don't know when this will all end for me."

"Don't ask, Susi. Just... Do it!"

Susi removed her nightie and panties. She went up on her knees, and again grabbed my dick. She went at it furiously, sucking it deeply to the top of her throat immediately. As she withdrew I could see the wetness glistening from the head and shaft. Not for long, though, as she again engulfed it with her ravenous mouth. This time she held me there, and only half withdrew. With my cock still in her mouth, Susi opened her mouth as wide as possible, and moved back down the shaft until it was completely swallowed. I could feel the head throbbing as it moved down into her throat!

I had never been taken like that. I wanted to ask if she could include my nuts on the next throating, but didn't want to distract her from the unprecedented cocksucking I was being treated to. Susi worked my cock like that for almost ten minutes, taking me to the edge of orgasm several times. As she raped me with her mouth, I milked her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples lightly. It seemed to magnify the intensity of her arousal, as she moaned and gagged on my cock. 

Susi had meant it, though, when she said she needed to ride me. And I held my cum because I wanted to be full-strength for that ride. She pulled up from me, and again looked intently into my face.

"Are you ready for me, Ralph?" She used my earlier words to her.

"Bring it to me, Susi... I'm ready."

On her knees, Susi lifted one leg to straddle me. As she did, she grabbed my dick, and angled it outward the position she wanted it to be in. She swung her leg over my dick and took it straight in, not waiting to penetrate herself after she had fully straddled me. She was soaked within, and sank down completely onto the shaft. It reminded me of a space shuttle docking with the space station.

Now I was 'locked in place' like a joystick, and Susi had the controls. Remembering her saying that women weren't allowed on top in South Africa entered my mind, because this woman certainly had a thing for riding me from that position. The pleasures she found up there were undeniable. Susi began her ride.

She would pull up and off of me, and then sink down deeply, or withdraw back towards my knees, so that I could see the full treatment she was giving my dick. At other times, she'd just do short, furious strokes, trying to see how many strokes per minute she could do. Or, like the joystick, up and around, then down and back, pulling left or right. The dance steps didn't matter that much to me; all that mattered was the exquisite pleasure I got from the pleasurable feelings she was creating with each stroke of my cock, or the pleasure she was creating in my eyes, just watching her use me to meet her own sexual desires. I felt like HER love slave, and the feeling was fantastic!

I reached up and grabbed her breasts which had been wildly swaying in rhythm with her fucking motions. I squeezed them lightly, and heard her moans grow in pitch. 

"Look at me... LOOK AT ME, Susi!" She brought her eyes into focus on me, not slowing down her gyrations at all. 

With our eyes locked onto each other, I began to work myself so that she was feeling my movements in addition to hers. I pumped forcefully up into her, lifting her knees slightly off the bed, and then let her back down. I began to buck into her, intent on giving her a ride of my choosing. 

"You wanna ride me, Susi? Then RIDE ME!!"

I bucked at her as a wild horse would, to throw off it's would-be tamer. She caught the inference, grabbing my shoulders and wrapping her thighs tightly about mine, trying to hold on. I didn't want to really dislodge her, only make her feel the wild thrill of riding an excited lover. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her as deeply into me as she could get, continuing to drive myself against her. 

"Is this what you want, Susi?"

"YES!!" she screamed, loudly. "YES-S... Don't stop... Don't stop fucking me... DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!!"

She was racing an orgasm, and wouldn't stop until it overtook her.

"Then, RIDE ME!" I spurred her on. Orgasm arises sometimes from verbal stimulation in addition to physical stroking. "Take what you want, Susi! Pound that cock until it gives you what you want!!" 

I slammed 'the beast' into her again and again while screaming at her, determined to push her over the top. Susi took each thrust, and gave back one of her own in turn. When we both orgasmed, we were grinding against each other, pelvis to pelvis, sweating, grunting, our bodies heaving and out of control. Her spasms triggered mine, and I spewed my load as deeply up into her canal as I could, my cock sputtering almost audibly from the hot froth.

Susi fell away from me, her body still racked with tremors. I felt her breasts, then moved up to wipe the sweat from her brow. I collapsed my face against her breasts, and we both lay there, too spent to say anything, waiting for the last vestiges of our orgasms to subside. 

A few minutes later, Susi remarked, "Remember earlier today when I told you I'd be at your subway station, and that it would be up to you whether or not you picked me up?"

"Yeah... what about it?"

I was just thinking that if you hadn't picked me up, I wouldn't have just experienced the fucking of my entire life."

"Thanks, you're not so bad, yourself."

She laughed.

The evening wasn't over. We listened to some music, watched the candle flames dancing, and lazily teased each other, wondering what foreplay might trigger the next round of sexual wonderment. Then, I showed Susi to the shower, and, not being one for play in the bath, I waited for her to emerge, so that I could get fresh, too.

Afterwards, we drank the rest of the wine, and retired for the evening. I set the timer on the entertainment system to 30 minutes, thinking that by then we'd either be asleep in each others arms, or heavily into play again. 

Susi made small talk, mostly about being content, or wanting to stay in the states. That was a far cry from the lonely woman I had talked to initially, who wanted to go back home for lack of friends, or things to do. Suddenly, she sat up on one arm, and said,

"I have a question."

"What's the question?" I asked idly, not really anticipating much.

"Will you tie me up?"

"Huh?" Suddenly, I was paying attention.

"I want to see what it feels like to be tied, like you did with those other girls." Her accented voice was suddenly sharp, and formal.

"No, Susi, that's not really for you." I knew she wasn't going to give in.

"How will I know, if I don't try it?"

"You don't have to know—I know." That weak response didn't even convince me.

"Come on, Ralph... I'm really curious now. Besides, you said you were 'available,' whatever that meant. So, I'm asking you to tie me up."

She had me. The woman was asking to be restrained, not knowing the first article about the pact between a Dominant and his submissive, nor what the implications were. And, I had to agree because I said I was 'available.'

"Ok, but, on one condition. From this point forward, you are to do exactly as you are told, and I am in charge. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir..."

She was ahead of me on how she would address me. Perhaps it was something she wanted to do, but the occasion hadn't arisen.

"To begin, I want you back in your nightie. It will be your 'costume' for this play."

Susi put on her nightie again, and sat on the bed, waiting for me to 'tie her up.' I had her lay in the center of the bed, face up, with her arms extended outward. What she didn't know what that I had concealed catches to act as tie points for activities just such as this.

I got the 'toy bag,' and pulled out the tools I would use. First, I used the Velcro 'cuffs,' as she would certainly not be comfortable with the harsh metal cuffs favored by real-time submissives. This was only 'play.' Still, she was surprised when I attached the catches to the metal rungs fastened into the nightstands on either said of the bed. Susi suddenly found herself 'tied up,' with no escape.

"O-oh..." there was a sharp intake of breath.

"Shhhh..." you belong to me, now. You have to trust me. Ok?"

"O-ok," her voice was all of a sudden shallow and uncertain. 

I wasn't finished. I put the next pair of Velcro 'cuffs around her ankles, and asked if she was comfortable. She said she was, but I could sense some anxiety in her voice.

In order to complete the restraints, I used rope under the mattress to secure the ankle 'cuffs,' spreading her legs apart until her clitoris was seen to peak from between her cunt lips. Susi was effectively 'tied up,' or spread-eagled across the bed. She remained quiet, as if contemplating her position. I leaned across the bed and touched her gently, to reassure her that she was as safe as when she walked into my apartment.

"I'm going to do one more thing, that you didn't ask me to do, Susi. I want you to experience this sensation a bit more intensely."

"Yes, sir..." She was sounding more 'involved,' now, and seemed rather curious about the next step.

"Close your eyes, and remain quiet and still.."

As she closed her eyes, I got onto the bed and slipped a leather blindfold over her head, effectively rendering her unable to see anything. She impulsively resisted it, but calmed down immediately afterwards.

"Lay still, Susi," I said. "I'm here for you. And, it's all about trust, now." I lay beside her, holding her reassuringly, Until I sensed her relaxing and responding to my caresses.

"Is this what you wanted to feel?"

"Yes, but I didn't know it would be like this..." she said, quietly.

"Like what?"

"I thought you'd just tie my hands together..."

"No, Susi. It's almost never like that. It's about restraint. Full restraint, unless the submissive will be moved during the session."

"This is strange... I don't know what they get from this."

"Maybe you'll come to realize more about it than you know now," I said. "Now, be quiet."

I lay alongside Susi, not touching her, but making certain she knew I was still there. After a couple of minutes, though, I moved away from the bed very quietly. She knew I was moving, but after I left the bed, she didn't know where I was.

"Ralph..."

"I said, be quiet. If you're not quiet, I will remove the restraints, and we'll stop this."

I didn't know if she wanted me to stop, but I thought her curiosity was such that she wanted to see the effects of the restraints. Susi kept quiet.




Susi Learns to Submit



And, I did also. I wanted her to be uncertain where I was, even if I was in the room. I watched from the door, silently, for several minutes, and Susi moved very little. Every so often she would move her head sideways, as if listening for some indication that I was still there. She didn't hear me. 

I moved cat-like into the room, and took up position at the end of the bed. As I crept onto the bed, Susi was startled, but still said nothing. I knelt between her spread legs without touching them, until my face was within reach of her pussy. She knew I was there, and involuntarily tensed her hips, not knowing what was to happen. 

I blew warm air at the tight knob high up in the cleft of her pussy. She tried to twist and draw her knees back, but was held by the 'cuffs. I touched my tongue to her clitoris, and she sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled it, audibly. I licked into her again, and her legs attempted to close, with little success. I put my hands to the undersides of her thighs, pushing them outward again, and continued my invasion of her pussy lips. 

Susi was writing, already out of control under the oral onslaught. I licked under her clitoris, and tightened my tongue into a penetrating tool, probing into her vagina. My hands continued to hold her open, as if I was drinking from her well. She began to sob softly, still working her hips, as if unsure of this new form of sex. Was it pleasure, or torture?

I needed to help her with that question. I started to verbally coax an orgasm out of her.

"Susi... give it to me..." and, "C'mon baby, feed me your pussy juices... I need it..." I begged her to fuck my mouth, and make me taste her cum, and she responded to the urging. 

All of a sudden, she began to fuck her pussy at my face. No matter which way I moved my face, her pussy followed, intent on feeding me. If I moved my face down her thigh a bit, she tried to scoot down to stay with me.

"That's right—give it to me. It's now your turn to give me what I need," I whispered softly. "You do wanna give me your pussy, don't you, Susi?" I deeply sniffed at the scent of her sex.

"Yes, sir... suck my pussy... suck it all out of me!" Susi began to babble a bit, her words becoming incoherent, but it didn't matter—the meaning was contained entirely within the emotion, the passion of her voice.

I moved back up and sucked her clitoris as if it was her nipple, and I felt it tighten and enlarge. I pushed her lips apart with my fingers, to better enslave that little bump to my mouth. 

Susi began to cum. She grunted and just let loose with a loud 'Ummphh,' and her legs trembled, shaking my mouth from her clit. I knew better than to attempt to suckle it again. Her thighs would have clamped down over my ears, and I might not have survived. Asphyxiation wasn't part of the agenda.

As Susi wasn't a true submissive, it would have been cruel to force her to endure an orgasm while restrained. I hurriedly removed the 'cuffs' and blindfold, and cradled her against me. She complained of being cold, even though it was a warm summer's evening. I pulled the covers over us, and she slumped into me again.

A few minutes later, half asleep, she asked if submissives always get that kind of treatment. I assured her that I had been very kind, very gentle with her, saying that submissives usually expect a much more intense scene. 

"What did you feel, Susi?"

"It was... different. After awhile, when I got used to the blindfold, and rationalized things, I could relax and begin to enjoy it. But then you began to 'rape' me with your tongue, and I couldn't control anything, since my hands and feet were tied. I enjoyed it, but I don't know that I could have taken any more."

"Remember, you started it."

"Yes, and I'm glad I did. I would always wonder, so now I know what it is like to be tied up."

"Go to sleep, woman. Tomorrow is a work day." I think she was asleep even as I said that. 

**

The ensuing weeks with Susi were increasingly intense and full of discovery for her. She seemed to be on a mission to find herself sexually during the time she had remaining in the U.S. We continued to be very sexual on the phone, reminiscing about things we'd already done, or listening to her grill me about my sexual adventures. Susi wanted to do everything she'd ever fantasized about, and know about things she'd never even heard of. 

One weekend I took Susi home with me for the weekend. She was surprised, but also elated. It would be her first pleasure trip away from the metro area, although she sometimes went on project missions which took her out of the country. The Friday evening drive was pleasant, and Susi remarked how much the countryside reminded her of areas in the Zulu Nataal province of South Africa.

"I could enjoy living here," she had remarked. I thought about how much the southeastern U.S. cultural and ethnic divide is similar to what she and I would face in South Africa, even today.

It was after dark when we arrived home, so with a long work day and drive behind us, we had a light dinner and retired for the night. After breakfast the next morning, Susi and I toured the house and grounds. I must admit to being proud that she found my home attractive and 'homey.' 

As we walked about outside, Susi asked how I was able to leave it each week to come back to the Washington area.

"I have to earn a living, and besides, a house alone is not a home. I love being in Washington, and I love doing the job I do. Besides most of my friends are there."

"Well, anyway I now know why you insist on leaving D.C. almost every weekend." 

I put my arms around her from behind, and pulled her back into me, nuzzling, then nipping the side of her neck with my lips.

"I wondered when we'd get around to that," she said.

"Get around to what?" I responded, genuinely.

"Never mind—you'll see," she said.

For some reason, at that second, my manhood began to get aroused, and shortly was poking into her jean-clad buttocks. She pushed back at it. "Let's go back inside," she said, her voice taking on that soft demeanor which said she needed to be taken.

Five minutes later we were undressed, going at each other on the bed.

"I don't seem to be able to resist you, sir..."

"Resistance is futile," I said, only half joking. 

She opened to me, and we made love, softly with no sense of urgency. We had two days together, and we didn't plan to wear each other out on the morning of the first day. 

We spent much of that morning in bed, coupling only occasionally for short durations of time. Beyond that, the morning was a beautiful expression of romance and intimacy between two people. We kissed and held each other, our body language doing most of the talking. 

Susi would sometimes fall silent, and I knew that she contemplated if there was any future for us. She would sigh, and I would respond, holding her even tighter, to let her know that I was there for as long as she wanted me to be there. We never talked about the future.

We spent the evening out, doing dinner and a movie. Susi was struck by the dissimilarities between this community and the metro area. The laid-back, casual attitude of the people was attractive to her. But, she did notice the curiosities those same people had about us. A mixed couple still attracted some attention here.

Susi remarked that she understood, because in South Africa there was open hostility towards any racially mixed couple who ventured into the public domain. I asked how she felt now, if she was comfortable being the object of stares. 

"As long as they don't invade my private space, I don't care how they feel. I just know that they have no right to try to affect who I choose to be with."

"Now that's a completely different attitude from the person I knew initially, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I've learned. You're a good teacher, 'sir.'"

That evening, we lay quietly in each others arms until we fell asleep, choosing to just let the weekend events continue to unfold as they would.

The following morning after breakfast, we decided to just watch TV in bed for awhile, since we'd have to leave in late-afternoon in order to get back to northern Virginia before dark. We both knew the real reason was to be close, so that if our desires to explore each other were aroused, we could take immediate advantage.

It didn't take long. Susi had been laying with her head on my shoulder, and was tracing her fingers along my nipples. She certainly wasn't interested in television. I could feel her hips undulating along my thigh, the soft curls of her pubic hairs teasing me. She was already aroused, and intent on me joining with her. She moved her face down and replaced her fingers with her tongue on my nipple, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

She increased her attention to my nipples, and moved her hand to my crotch, caressing and fondling my scrotum. Her gyrations against my thigh became more insistent, and she began to hump it as if she wanted to mount me. The television went off.

I turned towards Susi to give her more access to my sensitive nipples. Some males profess to not enjoy having their nipples suckled, but to me it is a complete turn-on. It also directly stimulates my cock, and if there was no prior arousal, nipple suckling certain gets it up.

As I turned to face Susi, her body rose up in a spontaneous attempt to mount my cock.

"Not yet, baby. I've got something I want you to taste, first."

"Hmmpf..." It was her statement of disappointment. Riding my cock had become her favorite sexual position.

In response, I put my hand on the back of her head, and moved it down across my stomach. She got the idea. I caressed her hair, as she continued licking downward, holding my waiting penis in her hand. She lifted her face and looked at it. A turgid, throbbing, and heavy piece of love muscle, standing tall and looking to be mouthed.

Susi squeezed it several times, feeling it throb back at her. She'd learned that it was no delicate flower, and that she could apply a certain level of pressure, which it loved. She gave it one final squeeze, then pulled it into her mouth, still holding the base firmly in her warm hand. She sucked it deeply, firmly suctioning it with her mouth, and pulled out, making a 'plop' sound as it exited. She was already what I termed 'gone,' meaning that nothing else existed for her except her need for sexual fulfillment. Her eyes were just slits, and her body was moving as if doing a sexual 'fuck dance.'

She pulled my cock back into her mouth and started it on it's journey to her throat, slowly down and back, then a bit further, until she again had me completely throated, and she was searching for even more length. She had learned to swallow my cock like no one else had ever taken me. 

I needed to feed on her. I asked her to straddle my face, so that I could 'play,' also. As she did, I began to massage her buttocks which were still waggling over top of me. She felt the need for my mouth on her, and pressed down until her prominent cunt lips were right at my mouth.

Still holding her buttocks open, I could see her clitoris, stiff as if begging to be sucked. I tongued at it tentatively, to see her response. As I made contact, Susi tightened her buttocks and her thighs clamped down around my face, temporarily holding me there. Her mouth came off my cock, and she began to fuck back into my face!

I licked into her invitingly warm cunt, wanting to show her that I could give oral as well as I could receive it. She was already wet and her slippery juices had that 'sexual pearl' effect. Each time I withdrew my tongue from her, her juices would 'string along,' from her cunt to my tongue, with little droplets of pussy juice interspersed on the liquid string.

I licked into her pussy again and again, being rewarded by her pushing herself onto my tongue to get me as deeply into her as possible. Her hole seemed to open of its own accord, in anticipation of each lick. Susi's moans increased, and I knew I was about to have a close up view of her orgasming, spasming pussy.

She let go with a loud scream just as I was giving her clitoris an intense tongue bathe, and I never got to see the spasms. Her orgasm caused her to hunch her pussy down onto my mouth, where she ground her vulva against my mouth until she collapsed onto my stomach. I did get to feel the heat of her pussy, and I felt her juices secreting onto my tongue as she came.

We lay, exhausted for the moment, but Susi's need to play knew no limits that day. As I mounted her doggie-style, she asked if I would take her ass, instead. 

"Would you enter my bum, instead, sir?"

I was surprised... I'd never considered that she would enjoy anal sex.

"Hmm?"

She repeated herself. "Will you take my arse?"

"Susi..." and then I stopped myself. Experience showed that once she had a thought in her mind, it would be pursued until she got her way.

I withdrew from her vagina, and came off to her side, leaving her on all fours. "You're sure you're ready for this? It can be painful, especially the first time."

"You told me that you were good at it. I want to know what it's like," she said, in that formal accent, softly telling me of her need to experience something new to her. 

"All ri-ight..." I said, dubiously. "If it becomes painful, I'm sure you'll let me know." I did know how to minimize the potential for painful anal penetration, but even so, some women just can't handle anal sex.

"Just remember to stay with me. When I give you the reins, don't push for too much, too fast."

Once we were adequately lubricated, I mounted her from the rear, with my cock positioned at the entrance to her ass. Susi was understandably apprehensive, but she stood her ground, waiting for the initial push against her puckered brown spot.

To reassure her, I placed one hand on each of her buttocks, and caressed them while letting her feel the soft touch of my cock to her bunghole. I leaned in and touched my lips to each check in turn, softly telling her that I would make it very good for her.

"I know..." Susi said. "That's why I want it."

Again, I pressed the head of my hard-as-nails cock against her anus, but this time, pressing inward a bit. She felt it, startled. I pulled out again.

"Spread your knees a bit further apart." She did, bringing her asshole into better alignment with my cock.

I pressed in, this time enough to reach the sphincter muscle that protected the inner membranes, before she reacted.

"Painful?"

"No... it's just a strange feeling of being full back there."

"Okay. We're going to stay at this point, until your body gets used to me being there."

Susi knew then that I was being very careful, and I could feel her body visibly relax. That was the key. Shortly afterwards, I told her,

"Okay. It's up to you now. When you feel you want to move onto my cock, just push back on it. Remember, don't go too far to fast. Take only what you can handle."

With that, Susi rocked tentatively back onto my rod, testing it against her muscle. As it relaxed, she found that she could take a bit more each time, until she was fully impaled on my shaft. She pushed more urgently against me, and I started to move in rhythm with her, fucking her ass, which became more yielding with each thrust.

This time it was she who was being ridden, and Susi let out sudden shrieks of ecstasy, followed by guttural moans, amongst other unintelligible sounds.

I could feel her ass cheeks pouting, squeezing my cock into the channel of her puckered brown rosebud. Susi was really working back on my cock, giving me a ride that I'd not soon forget!

"Fuck me, sir! Ride my arse... Please take it for all it's worth to you!"

I forgot that it was a virginal ass that was being deflowered, and pounded into it with vigor. I placed my hands on her sides, and pulled her ass back into me as I drove forth, for maximum effect. Susi loved it, and continued to yelp and scream uncontrollably.

And I lost control also. I leaned onto her back and pushed her down into the mattress, so that there was no escape from the anal assault being inflicted upon her. She didn't care, she was into perpetual orgasms by then, and nothing else mattered to her. I put my face into her neck and nicked her with my teeth. Even that excited her!

"Bite my neck, sir!" She yelled back at me. 

I grabbed her hair, and pulled it back to me... "Oh, yes, sir! Ride me—make me your bitch!" Quite out of character for her.

I smacked her ass as I continued to pummel in and out of her ass hole. She pushed up, asking for more. 

And I gave it to her. My cum bellowed deep in my scrotum, and I knew I couldn't hold it. Even if I tried, Susi's movements would simply suck it out of me. I pulled back to the entrance, and announced my impending orgasm.

"I'm gonna Cu-um!!" My cock erupted continuously, basting a warm path of little resistance, as I drove deeply into her ass. Susi began to bellow with her own final explosion. I felt her anal canal open wide and sputter as the air forced inside of her gushed out around my cock. We screamed, yelled and howled like animals, at the intense primal eruptions. We stayed together as our emotions subsided, locked in a spoon-like embrace that was at once passion and a raw physical need to be together.

Susi said that no matter what her other sexual experiences might be, she'd never wanted to forget her first anal experience. The trip back to Washington was kinda sensitive to her buttocks, though.

**

It has been said that 9-11-2001 changed the world for everyone, and that certainly held true for Susi and I. She was in Central America on government travel that day. Within days, she was recalled to Washington, as her internship was being terminated short of its intended duration. Foreign internists were being returned to their country of origin, and Susi had been given on 48 hours to return to Washington, settle her affairs, and depart for South Africa.

The last night Susi and I were together was very emotional, but also very 'different.' When we learned that she had to leave the country, we were both distraught. She wasn't sure that she would be allowed to return. She had an 10 a.m. international flight to Durban, and I hadn't been able to get to her until late in the evening. We agreed to just hold each other and talk, nothing more. I had taken leave for the next day, so I wasn't concerned about getting to sleep. We cried a bit, reminisced about how we met, and told each other it wasn't the end of it for us. Neither of us was sure we had a future together, however. 

I awoke around 4 a.m., and Susi was already awake, looking at me. I asked if she was already preparing to leave. She said no. But she said that she did have a request. I sat up to listen. 

She went to her knees, and scooted up onto the tops of my feet. She had no panties on. She pulled her face close in to my cock, her upper body pressed to my thighs, and she wrapped her arms around my thighs. Susi worked her pussy over the tops of my feet, getting herself and my feet very wet. 

"Sir," she asked, "will you give me your seed?"

"Yes, Susi, I will," I said. But I wondered what was so important that she felt she had to ask. I looked quizzically at her, waiting for her to go on.

Understanding that I didn't know exactly what she meant, she added, "I plan to take it with me back to South Africa, today. I want you to empty yourself within my womb, so that you will be with me during this trip."

I pulled her back up onto the bed, and kissed her, sorrowfully, and somberly. I pressed into her breasts, kissing them and her neck, her face, and mouth, until sorrow gave way again to passion. 

We made love for about twenty minutes, each minute bringing us closer to the final thrust, the final eruption which would begin our separation as a couple. It wasn't even about sex now—it was two people making love, knowing that we'd likely never meet again. Two people from different countries, different cultures, who were being ripped asunder by the realities of conflict beyond our control.




Susi Learns to Submit



Susi again asked for my seed. I continued to make love to her, tenderly, and minutes later, I told her I was about to empty into her. She arched her back, and began to cry softly, and beg, and she called me 'sir' for the last time. I gave her my seed, emptying it deeply within her. I held myself there, to make sure she knew that I had held nothing back from her.

I didn't go with her to the airport. We said our good-byes in her apartment, putting on a false face of confidence that we'd see each other again. I kissed her one last time, and said I had to go (I didn't want her to see the effect this separation would have on me). 

As I left the apartment, Susi said, "I will have you with me when I reach Durban."

I don't know when Susi cleaned up next, but when she called me from Durban, I asked her about my seed. She said that she had indeed carried it back with her. We kept in touch, but inevitably time and distance took its toll. To my knowledge, Susi hasn't returned to the U.S.

**

I hope you found this story enjoyable, enlightening, and consistent. I also ask that you take a minute to rate it (and maybe comment on it), so that I know your perceptions about my style of writing. Thanks. 

Thoughts: 

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