Wherein a plan is hatched and after consensus is reached, begins to unfold in a manner I never anticipated.
I finally spoke to my husband of eight years, Steven from a place of perfect conviction and imperative need. I took a matronly tone, leaving no doubt as to my expectations. It wasn't an ask or first position in some negotiation, but rather a telling of how it was to be going forward.
My biological clock was ticking, and I had decided to give myself to another man exclusively to get pregnant; our incredibly masculine neighbor, Marcus. He would father my children and Steven would raise them and love them as his own without hesitation. Marcus, the handsome black guy who was married, but so in charge of his plump and shy little white wife, was rumored to have fucked countless other women at will. I would join that long list of distinguished young mothers of biracial children living in the community. Steven, wearing only boxer shorts was kneeling before me in complete submission as I explained the details of my plan, "Do you understand your role in all of this my Darling?"
Steven remained frozen, hanging his head in resignation, and offered no rebuttal. His swelling package betraying his arousal at the thought of my emasculating him so completely. "Yes." he offered, on the verge of tears, without raising his gaze from the floor between us.
I took a couple of measured steps backward, then dropping my panties, lay down on the unmade bed, legs slightly ajar and beckoned him to crawl to me, "You're such a good boy Darling Steven, "I offered in a soothing voice, "come taste your reward and give your Queen her morning pleasure..."
"Lick me" I whispered when he smiled at me rather than protest, "I need to cum thinking of his gorgeous virile body taking mine, impregnating me while you crouch obediently in the corner."
I felt him tease my nipples with his tongue and roughly pushed his head down towards my pussy. "No Steven! Get off the bed and back on your knees. That's a good boy! Just clean me up down there!", I demanded, "Lick it as if it was full of Marcus's baby batter."
Steven slid of the bed between my thighs and licked my ass and pussy in his usual talented if reserved way. He was so dainty, so humble, so meek somehow, like how I would imagine a virginal lesbian would lick a pussy. I felt him wriggle his tongue up and down my slit, and so I slipped my fingers down, spreading my labia.
"Tease my clitty, not the lips" I ordered, a little frustrated, pulling my lips up and back so the soft pink hood cleared the swelling bud of my sex. I needed to cum.
He continued to gently lick and suck, making occasional slurping sounds as he gathered my flooding juices, and it was exquisite. It was so sensual, thinking about my uterus full of Marcus's virile seed and Steven awaiting instruction in the corner on hands and knees. I pictured Marcus standing naked before me his glistening cock erect and dripping from our heated coupling.
'I want him to own me, and to rule you- you don't ever look him in the eye. I want him constantly. I want him to breed me- repeatedly and for you to keep me fresh and ready for him at moments notice with your skillful tongue." I gasped and took a deep breath feeling an orgasm rising from deep within. There was only the slightest pause in the silky-smooth licks below. It was half a breath and no more, then Steven licked again, more deeply now, as a flush of warmth washed over me in the realization, he would not get in the whatever plan to seduce Marcus I would hatch.
"You will beg him to take me, to own me." I continued rambling. By now I was almost delirious. I was soaring softly away to larger, darker, stronger arms.
"Susan.", Steven whispered. He paused to say, "But Susan, she is our friend too. How will she feel?". Steven wasn't exactly resisting, but rather being a co-conspirator.
"If Marcus says its okay, you can lick her pussy too. I know that she's kind of fat, but you do everything he asks, understood?", I insisted, an unmistakable edge in my rasping voice, "I get the feeling that he'll be very hard on you, if you don't."
"Yes Ma'am", said Steven, before pressing his tongue into my vagina while sucking my clitoral hood. My orgasm soon peaked violently. I nearly ripped his poor head off with my spasming thighs!
I had wanted Marcus for more than a year now, since first learning of his status as the Community Bull, and that he'd sired numerous children in the village. I had finally steeled my resolve. Now that Steven understood his role in the years to come, it was time to move forward with confidence. I was going to use Marcus's until I had three, maybe even four of his children. Steven had a good income, and we could easily afford to raise them. He would do that for me without complaint, there was no doubt, despite what some narrow-minded work colleagues or local neighbors might think. My cuckold was completely devoted to me and obedient without reservation. I was very fortunate to have found him, or rather, so I thought, we were very lucky to have found each other.
I was certain seducing Marcus was going to be easy, given his reputation as the village Cocksman. What I needed was consent from his plump and mousy little wife, Susan. She could easily derail my plans and as we are neighbors, things could get messy. Not that she hadn't allowed him to stray before, if only implicitly, and on more than a few occasions given the obvious presence of Marcus's numerous biracial children in what had been until his arrival, an exclusively white upper middle class bedroom community.
About a year ago, after hearing rumors about the many young white mothers with black babies in the village sharing a common Bull, I became curious as to just how many children there were. I started keeping an informal tally as I wandered through the village on errands and figured on perhaps as many as sixteen children, by four, maybe five women. I counted at least nine boys and five girls, ranging in age from several months to seven or eight years in age. There could be several more in another part of the village. Without exception they were all beautiful and healthy children: boisterous, energetic, friendly, clever little ones that enjoyed getting together at the playground.
The young mothers, all seemed well to do, Anglo-Saxon beauties in their mid twenties that seemed to enjoy a kind of sisterhood, meeting daily at the children's play structure at the village common. Out of shear curiosity one afternoon I boldly decided to approach one young mother in particular as she rocked and tickled a little bundle of joy on her lap, about the father.
"Hello" I offered smiling as I sat down on the park bench beside her. "Is this one of Marcus's little girls?" I looked at the little one as she fixed a steady gaze upon me with an infectious little smile. She had large dark brown eyes and the most gorgeous auburn loosely curled hair with a lovely golden-cinnamon complexion. "I'm Julie by the way. I'm his neighbor." I said to mum.
"Oh yes of course! I thought you seemed familiar. I'm Sandra and this little darling," she said raising the giggling youngster above her head, "is Emma."
We chatted briefly about the baby and other small talk as I tried to steer the conversation to Marcus and how they'd got together, but her husband arrived shortly after, and was introduced as Malcom. He was a typical local man. White, professional, probably from a monied family working either in business or local government. He was basically very similar in overall appearance and station as my own husband. The answers to my questions would have to wait another day as I could hardly ask them questions about their cuckolding relationship and decision to have another man's babies although my curiosity was now genuinely piqued. The chance to talk to one of Marcus's baby-mommas never presented itself again until after plans had already started in motion.
Any way getting back to the need for Susan's consent. Maybe it didn't matter what she thought. Marcus appeared to be in charge and may be just the type to wander at his pleasure rather than be a loyal and considerate husband. I was inclined more to the latter than the former. Marcus was by all accounts a doting and loving husband to Susan in his own way. Outwardly by all accounts, they had appeared as a happily married couple for nearly a decade now. She obviously adored the man. You could tell by the cow eyes she constantly gave him, even when he flirted with me. It was an unconventional arrangement they had for sure, but no less so than what I had with my cuckold husband. In any case I need patent approval from Susan if this was to work. The alternative was too high a risk to seriously consider. There was a way, the testimony of his growing village family proved it.
However my plan would develop, it had to start with the four of us getting closer and that meant spending more time together. I sent Steven over when he got home from work to ask Marcus and Susan personally to join us at the local pub for a couple of drinks after dinner. He returned with news that they'd be delighted. Perfect
Later, at the pub I decided to come on to our neighbor and send clear signals of interest. Maybe it was the cider that made the decision and I know that sounds cheap, slutty even, but if you saw Marcus, you would understand that he is so entirely comfortable with women throwing themselves at him. And he is truly gorgeous. His rich dark black skin is shiny smooth; his torso is finely chiseled with powerful muscle. He has the deepest, most testosterone-soaked baritone voice that can instantly soak your panties. His quiet confidence and sexy charm scream at you that he knows how to handle women.
Steven sat in the corner of the booth and after a couple of drinks Susan and I went or a pee and upon our return, I slipped in beside Marcus, placing my hand squarely upon his knee offering a clear signal that I was open to him. Susan had to know what was going on by my flushed expression but seemed unperturbed. Steven sat quietly throughout the evening offering the occasional grunt of acknowledgement in conversation.
On the way home Marcus and I walked beside each other with Susan on his opposite arm and Steven trailing behind. "I might need you to get a hotel room tonight little man," said Marcus turning to face Steven, looking for any sign of masculine indignation from my cuckold husband. There wasn't any of course. Susan simply laughed off the remark, which I found encouraging.
I'm sure the pointed suggestion aroused Steven. At any rate it didn't make him panic. The man has eyes in his head. Of course, he can see the chemistry between us and I know that he truly admires the man. Marcus is an alpha male archetype, setting the standard of physical masculinity, and in every way a superior male to my cuckold. Steven knows that Marcus exemplifies how a Bull should behave; authoritative and confident.
Steven has never exhibited jealousy during the several affairs I've had over the course of our marriage. He will happily surrender his claim to the more powerful and virile Marcus, content that I feel both owned and protected. I think on some level, Steven feels pride that Marcus considers me worthy of conquest, and in his devotion to me, is content to step aside and indulge my interest in Marcus completely.
Marcus instantly puts a woman in touch with her most primal feminine urges, filling her with lusty desire, simply by giving them attention. Steven is a true sweetie, but he knows that he could never inspire feelings like that in me. My husband adores me. I would say loves me, but he is more devoted than that. He always used to say how he couldn't believe his luck when I married him. I was "way too good for him" he admitted. Steven gives me what I want and gets out of the way in my enjoying what he can't provide.
Erotic fantasies don't often come to life, even when conspired between a woman and her cuckold. Plans sometimes fail due to a sudden change of heart, or because of shame, doubt, embarrassment, fear, or sometimes just plain circumstance intervene. But frankly I wasn't going to tolerate any of that horse shit. This was going to happen, and so I began to set the conditions necessary to make it a reality.
I insisted that Steven buy me new silk lingerie, denying him the pleasure of seeing me in it, explaining it wasn't for his pleasure, only for Marcus. Susan had mentioned that Marcus was a leg and ass-man, so I made Steven buy me things that would get me noticed. Then I arranged for a series of weekend gatherings at either our place or theirs. I gradually befriended Susan more, and ensured Steven was always deferential to Marcus. He was to signal his fealty by never contradicting him, doting on him when we were together, and making sure his beer or wine glass was always full.
I'm a scheming bitch, right? Had I thought getting Steven offer Marcus a blowjob would help, I'd have had him purchase a big black rubber cock to practice deep throating. I constantly reminded him to never to contradict Marcus, never miss an opportunity to flatter him, never hold his gaze. He was to look down and away when Marcus spoke to him, behaving like a true beta male. When Steven performed really well, after Marcus and Susan had left, I would allow him to masturbate, and let him cum on my ass or my toes before cleaning it up with his tongue.
I fussed and flirted shamelessly whenever Marcus was near, and Susan noticed, of course! Rather than appear annoyed, she appeared flattered and seemed proud of her man. She sometimes giggled openly, calling me "Pussy in boots", "a vixen", and mentioned that I seemed to be "in heat" whenever Marcus was around.
On one occasion, Susan and I drank away an afternoon together with an excellent burgundy and got deeply into girl talk, "Does Steven satisfy me?", she asked.
This was the moment that I had carefully worked towards. Comparing men as a segue to gaining her permission to having Marcus, "Yes, but not entirely. He's very loyal, deferential and a great provider. Does exactly as told, without complaint. He will make an excellent Daddy- loves kids. But as a baby-father to my children, I need more. I need a complete and total alpha male, you know? I don't want my kids to grow up having a natural tendency to be pushovers, like Steven." I paused momentarily and took another sip of wine.
"I want to get pregnant by someone more masculine, aggressive, intelligent, and dominating. He should also be a little intimidating and very confident. You know, kind of bad in a good way. Like Marcus." I glanced over at Susan trying to gauge her reaction to what I'd implied about the kind of man I thought her husband was. Seeing none I continued, "But on the domestic front I need to be in complete control and not have my decisions challenged. Its my curse that a good husband for me is too much of a pussy to even consider as a biological father to my children.
"He'll make a great father as I said and raise them the way I choose. On the other hand, I could never live permanently with a strong desirable Bull, like Marcus, as I'm basically an alpha myself. I could only surrender to a truly powerful man, and only long enough to get pregnant. The qualities I need in a baby-father undermine any chance of a harmonious permanent relationship. I really need someone like your Marcus. Would you be okay with that Susan?" I swallowed hard on that last statement. Perhaps I had become a little too bold and confident by consuming more burgundy than I should. There it was, out in the open. I held my breath, my heart racing, awaiting her response.
Susan responded after at least a minute and another sip of wine, "I see." She studied me a little longer before continuing. I hoped I'd convinced her that I had only narrowest designs on her husband. I wasn't asking for anything she had not already allowed several other women in the village.
"Marcus is going to fuck you" she said with confidence after what seemed an eternity. I quietly let out a sigh of relief.
"I know he will- when he decides he's ready. When he does you will need to available to him whenever he wants you. He can be very demanding. But you need to know, he absolutely will not tolerate any nonsense from a husband. It will almost certainly destroy our friendship if he decides that Steven needs to be beaten and humiliated."
I said, "Steven will do exactly as he's told, by either of us." I said without flinching. My heart began to flutter in anticipation of what now was now surely going to happen. Susan was scrutinizing me, carefully taking the full measure in my responses both in the spoken and body language I presented.
"Good. You see that he does." She gazed intently at me as if to reinforce her warning about what would happen in the event of any misguided defiance by Steven.
"You need to be aware of a few things about Marcus. My husband enjoys seducing attractive young married white women and impregnating them. It's a power thing for him, not just some sexy romantic fling." she said, continuing to observe my reaction over her raised wine glass. She swallowed the rest of her wine and then sat back comfortably in her chair, her gaze remaining fixed on me a while longer.
I nodded. My heart was racing. Was I in shock? it was so thrilling whatever this was- a plan seemingly coming together.
"Do you have any fertility issue? Will you have difficulty getting pregnant?" she asked.
"I can't imagine I would, I'm under thirty. Both my sisters have kids and didn't have any problems conceiving." I replied.
"Good. He gets bored easily with women when they won't give him more babies. He'll just cut you off if he thinks your just playing him for sexual pleasure only. You need to convince him you want his children." Susan said, quietly and calmly. "Neither Steven, nor any other man will be permitted anywhere near you unless he's already impregnated you. Once either of you've decided you have had enough babies, he will end your relationship permanently." she paused there for a moment.
"You are then free to enjoy your normal sex life with Steven or another partner of your choice." Susan was warning me. "To be clear you need to know going into this, if Marcus decides to take you, it will be strictly out of the desire to impregnate another beautiful young white woman, not out of love. There will never be any love in this arrangement. That part of Marcus belongs exclusively to me."
"Marcus simply wants to have a paternal dynasty stretching into the future, leaving as many children as he can bring into the world behind him before he eventually grows old. That's what is in it for him and I'm happy to grant him that." She stopped there having described the rules of engagement and gathering what she needed from me.
Completely amazed at being granted everything I wanted and so completely grateful to this woman for being so understanding and letting it happen I wanted to say something thoughtful, or philosophical. In hindsight what I came up with sounded trite, "Thank you so much Susan. You area very kind and understanding woman.
"I've spoken to Steven. He knows I desperately want Marcus's babies. If Marcus wants me- and you seem okay with it- I value our friendship too Sue. I don't want to spoil it." I was reaching, trying to curry her approval. It would make it less awkward, but I didn't really give a damn what she thought. I could feel how close I was getting to realizing my goal and would say anything.
Susan nodded. "You really mean that don't you? You want to be one of his girls?"
"More than anything, yes." I said reaching for the bottle to charge our glasses. I felt delirious, my heart was pounding.
"You have my consent then as long as you agree that I will hold on to Steven as a kind of security deposit." She said gazing at me with a Mona Lisa smile.
"Whatever do you mean by a 'security deposit'. How does that work?" I asked.
"Whenever you and Marcus are together, Steven comes to me and does my bidding, and fulfills my needs, by my rules. He gets no advance warning about this part of the arrangement." She replied in a manner that left no doubt that she would not take no for an answer on that condition.
"Done!" I said without hesitation raising a glass in a toast to our newfound arrangement.
Susan and I simply left things like that. We discussed a few minor details on how things were to start but she was adamant that it would be on Marcus's timetable. She had no influence on that whatsoever. Steven and I would simply have to standby and wait for his first move. An agonizing month and five days passed by. I continued charting my ovulation cycle and temperature, ready to convince Marcus of my commitment to join his breeding harem, if for no other reason. You cannot manufacture chemistry. You cannot arrange it like a business meeting, a favorite recipe, or even a date. It just finally ignites and once it does, you hope that the reaction remains stable. I began dwelling on how I could make sure Marcus would not loose interest in me.
I found myself beginning to resist rising feelings of despair week or so later, when Marcus finally came around. He just walked into the house unannounced and found the two of us watching television in the family room. The way he looked at me, confirmed that Susan had shared our conversation. I was ready to go with him. He was finally ready for me.
Marcus glanced briefly at Steven intently, taking the measure of him like he was an unpredictable incendiary device that might suddenly explode. Steven's head was down in submission as he stared somewhere along floor in front of the television. Satisfied, Marcus soon stepped casually up to me, took my hand and pulled me up off the couch. He then drew me into his ample chest and placing a hand down between my thighs, slipped a couple of fingers under my skirt and past my panties into my rapidly moistening pussy. The other hand soon found its around my waist. He then kissed me in front of my husband who I'm sure continued to sit quietly looking at the floor in front of the television.
Marcus had an erection. He had a huge erection. I opened my mouth to his and felt his agile tongue slip inside. there was no sound, no sign that Steven was stirring in anger. When I glanced at my husband, he was simply staring at the floor, not daring to move. He looked dumbstruck, his mouth relaxed, shoulders slumped, his hands hung meekly down by his side, the tv remote grasped in one.
"Steven won't make a fuss" I announced to Marcus, loudly enough for Steven's ear. I glanced quickly again at my husband. His gaze had now shifted to us, the hint of tears welling up in his blue eyes.
"Better not," rumbled Marcus, "otherwise he will regret it and have to explain his facial cuts and bruises to his friends at work."
"He knows I want you and have no use for him as a man." I said cruelly. I even slipped my arms up around his broad neck and kissed him again quickly. I felt Marcus's big hands squeeze my buttocks through the fabric of my jeans.
"He is completely cut off, do you understand? You treat him like the ugly assed, useless worm that he is. He will never see your naked body unless I'm present and only with my permission. After our sex he cleans you up in preparation for our next session. When he licks your pussy either just before or after our sex, you wear a bathrobe that shows him nothing of how you look he lies down on the floor and does not ever put his hands on you whether I'm here or not. He doesn't come to our bed, ever. He can set up in the spare room or move out, I don't care either way." he insisted.
Marcus suddenly turned and leaned over top of Steven mere inches from hi ear, "Do you understand, you useless little bitch? Are you going to always keep my girl's pussy clean and ready for Marcus?" Marcus asked, his voice deep and resonant with intimidation.
"Yes sir.", came the meek reply from a completely submissive Steven.
"Don't you ever put your hands on her nor attempt to see her naked body!" Marcus rumbled.
"If he tries, I will always tell you, and I will ask you to punish him." I said barely believing what I had just uttered.
Marcus grunted and took my hand leading me to the stairs. He glowered at Steven as I was led past.
"You will stay down here Steven. You come up and lick my girl clean when called in the morning." he ordered.
Steven nodded and I giggled. It was cruel and very stupid, but I smirked at my husband, enjoying his torment a little too much.
"Don't be silly Steven, it was inevitable- we talked about this. Sit in the chair by the corner and have a little cry. Then maybe watch a little television to take you mind off things...I don't want any tears or sniveling when your told to come upstairs." I taunted, "Just your eager and willing tongue on my pussy and asshole."
With that I followed Marcus slowly up the stairs to the bedroom, offering a sensuous sway of the hips for Steven's benefit. It was the last time he would see that from me in a very long time. Halfway up I turned to see him standing, head in hands- grieving the way things used to be, sobbing quietly.
Marcus undressed me at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom. It wasn't hurried or urgent, it wasn't anxious. I guessed that he had done this often and had developed a ritual.
"You on the pill?" Marcus asked, in a slow and deliberate baritone.
I shook my head no and whispered that I had told Susan the pills had been flushed down the toilet. I knew what I wanted and had prepared my body to receive it. "Steven and I have not had intercourse for several years. He is allowed to ejaculate on my ass or feet occasionally and then clean up his mess.", I volunteered. "I will start my period next week."
Marcus nodded his approval at the last statement. "Sounds like Steven is going to be playing Dracula for a few days.", he offered with a smile.
"You think you can bend him to the life- raising our children, no sex with you between pregnancies?" asked Marcus. It made me shudder with desire listening to his deep resonant voice.
"You might need to beat him once or twice, but he will happily bend." I said firmly. "He can survive on cleaning my pussy and jerking off on my feet, for years, I have no doubt. His cock hasn't been my pussy since our wedding night."
Marcus kissed me, obviously pleased and convinced I was committed to the program.
"Word will get around the village Babe, people will talk." He observed my eyes and breathing, as he began probing my pussy with his fingers once again. I was so wet for him, so incredibly wet and eager.
"I don't care...I have to have you!" I confessed.
Marcus gestured for me to unpack his cock and then to suck its bulbous circumcised crown which I eagerly did. I started to bob on it like a little whore. He was so much more a man down there, so much bigger and harder than any other man I'd encountered. I gasped involuntarily which seemed to please my Bull.
"You have Steven empty his nuts into the bathroom sink every morning when he finishes cleaning your sex, while you watch. You whisper in his ear about the things I do to you, OK? I want him to associate his cumming with me making you pregnant and the taste of my cock in your pussy. Have him shower right after and wash any leftovers away with soap and water. His punk ass beta spunk never touches your body again." he instructed.
I nodded dutifully, "Of course Marcus, whatever you say will be done."
Marcus gestured towards the bed. I lay back on it spread my legs, opening my slippery wet labia to him, exposing my rock-hard clitoral bud, throbbing in anticipation of our first sexual intercourse.
"Maybe we'll get him to clean me up after, as well and suck my dick." He formed the words slowly, his voice resonant. I felt a flood of excitement surge through my center at the thought of my husband being forced to suck another man's cock while I watched.
"I'll have him go to the toys store and get a nice thick twelve inch black silicone rubber cock for him to practice with an hour a day, so that he can deep throat your big dripping cock, fresh from my soundly fucked pussy.", I said, another flood of anticipation over me. My thighs began to quiver with nervous energy.
"Eventually he will learn to ache for the taste of my cock as much as you do right now." He said descending to a position directly above me on the bed.
But I was the one aching- aching so very bad.
"Please Marcus," I was flushed and breathless, panting with desire, "Enough about Steven, I'm yours for the taking."
I reached with both hands, gently pulling, and squeezing his stiffening manhood, "Please take me", I begged, gazing deeply into his jet-black eyes. I raised my knees either side of his gorgeous well muscled ass. It was only a moment later that I held his swollen mushroom head against the entrance of my now dripping pussy.
Susan had quietly followed Marcus into the family room several minutes after Marcus and I had gone upstairs. She watched Steven for a while before sitting down next to him as he sat there quietly sobbing. She had brought along a very ornate hand tooled leather collar, placing it on the seat cushion beside her. Dressed in a low-cut floral sundress that fitted her ample breasts and corseted waistline snugly, she no longer appeared the mousy little wife of the village Bull, instead looking quite attractive. Steven took no notice of her, lost in his own grief. She studied him carefully a little longer before placing her hand upon his tear-stained cheek, turning him to face her.
"There now Steven, be calm Darling. You've known this is what they've both wanted for a long time. Reach down inside you and try to be happy for them." She spoke softly, pulling him towards her, guiding his head gently into her ample cleavage. He soon began to calm down and stopped sobbing.
She raised his head from her breast and holding his sad little face, looked deeply into his eyes before continuing, "You've been so kind and so good, faithfully giving your wife everything, she has asked for." She paused to let her soothing words register, pushing his thoughts away from self pity toward pride of service. Misery slowly returned however, and Steven began sobbing with self pity once again.
She gently pulled him toward her once again, letting him nuzzle her ample bosom. He gathered his arms around her wide hips and went limp, letting out a soft shuddering whimper of resignation. She embraced him, slowly rocking back and forth. His quiet sobbing slowly abated as he surrendered completely to the matronly comfort Susan now provided. She was in control now and continued providing the soothing comfort that Steven just now desperately needed.
Eventually she spoke to him again, "Now you may feel lost and abandoned without hope now. You may be worried your wife will soon cast you off having found what she really needs. Afraid that you are of no further use to her, and without purpose." She continued gently rocking him, listening to his breathing, feeling calm steadily return to him as he listened to her carefully chosen words," You're not clearly seeing the truth of things Steven."
After a few minutes she raised him off her bosom and gazed deeply once again into his blue eyes and with a calm and commanding voice said, "None of those things you fear will happen. Susan has you now." She paused there, feeling him swallow what she had just said before continuing. "From now on, sweet Steven, the two of us will work together to restore your confidence, and passion. We will nurture and increase your desire to please and give you the energy you need to serve her with even greater enthusiasm and joy than you always have."
Steven closed his eyes and let out the sigh of relief of a man who felt a crushing solitary burden being finally lifted. "You'll help me be a better man for her?", he asked after a moment, "Make sure that I don't loose her?"
"Of course. You will never loose her Darling. She will come to respect your dedication and loyalty to her happiness, and that she could never live a happy life without you be her side. I promise you that." She paused before continuing, "Would you like me to help you, Steven?"
"Yeah, that would be great Susan. Yes please!" Steven sounded almost enthusiastic and full of hope in stark contrast to how she'd found him.
"Okay, I will. My pleasure, but first I need something Darling. Can you kneel in front of me? I have a gift for you.", she said, lifting the leather collar off the seat cushion and placing it in her lap.
Steven did as she asked without hesitation, just a Susan confidently knew he would. This was not the first time she had placed a collar around a man's neck. Timing was everything and she was right on schedule. "I recently commissioned a saddle maker to produce this beautiful leather collar as a gift for you. I would like you to ask me to place it around your neck." She paused there for a moment, holding the collar up for Steven to study, wide eyed.
The collar was perhaps eighteen or nineteen inches long and four inches wide in the center tapering to an inch at the ends. Securely fastened in the center was a large D-ring on a swivel and another smaller one built into one of the ends as part of the closure mechanism. Steven noticed the faintest scent of saddle soap as he studied the incredibly intricate detail. Its surface was carved with a small mural of a pack of foxhounds racing from the center to the closures at either end
"A collar? What? Why? Its beautiful.", he said continuing to marvel at the detail and workmanship.
"In the asking, you are agreeing to be completely submissive in all ways to me, your Domina. In return I promise to nurture and develop you as my Submissive, to become a more content and effective partner to your wife." Susan paused briefly letting him process the information and then placed the collar beside her on the sofa once again. She then rose slightly and raised the hem of her sundress above her hips and gathered it about her waist before sitting down on the edge of the cushion, spreading her thighs to reveal her naked and glistening pussy.
Steven was transfixed. He had never seen a woman's labia that were so full and inviting, a soft pink butterfly with wings spread, with a much darker, nearly purple fringe around the glistening folds. Susan let him study her sex for a moment before interrupting his trance, "Steven?"
He blinked noticeably, clearly taken with her bold display, then raised his gaze to meet hers. "I promise to be a loyal and obedient Submissive and learn the skills you decide are necessary to better serve you and my beloved wife."
"You need to ask Steven." There was a barely noticeable impatient edge in her tone.
Steven instantly responded, "Susan can you please place the collar around my neck and accept me as your,", there was a pregnant pause. Steven couldn't remember the rest.
"Do you promise to be completely obedient to my wishes, never talk back, and accept any punishment or reward I feel is appropriate while you're in my service?" she asked, taking the collar and laying it across her creamy smooth thighs obscuring Steven's view of her now gaping labia.
Steven stared at the collar briefly before lowering his gaze to the floor, "Yes."
"Both hands on the floor, I want you to lean forward and gently kiss my pussy while I fasten the collar." She explained, and hesitant at first, he slowly leaned in and kissed her opening, open mouthed, revelling in what was both unfamiliar and intoxicating taste. Susan rolling her hips to give him better access in his oral worship, slowly placed the collar around his neck and attached it snugly, leaving enough room for two fingers between the collar and his neck.
She allowed him to taste and explore her for a minute or two, running her hands through his hair, whispering gentle words of encouragement. She final slid her thumbs under the collar and gently pushed him back, instructing him to his feet. Rising herself she smoothed out her sundress before again checking the fit on the newly collared Steven.
"Perfect", she exclaimed, "Lets head back to my bedroom, where you will spend the next several hours mastering how to satisfy my various physical needs and leave these two to rut the night away, shall we?"
"I'm also very curious to learn the story of how you and the lovely Julie came to be such a perfect couple and hear all about when you first met."
Susan bade Steven follow her out through the kitchen back door that she had quietly entered earlier. The two crossed the narrow section of yard between the two homes in the cover of darkness and disappeared inside Susan and Marcus's residence.
And so it began, my plan to acquire Marcus as my Bull was now firmly in play, and I felt as though everything was working out as it should. What never occurred to me at the time was that it was not I who was the architect of the plan that was unfolding. Our world had just irrevocably changed forever.
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