Itwasn't Jake calling. It was Amanda. It took Rob a second to understandhow he could be calling himself.Oh god damn it, I'm dreaming again. At least, ... hope I am. He performed aquick reality check by holding his nose shut and trying to breathethrough it. The air rushed through his nostrils and he breathed a sigh ofrelief. At least now he got to lucid dream. He checked his hands. Paintednails... Then he felt the brush of hair on the back of his neck. Thestairs he was climbing up seemed much. Lay down like I did She tells me. So, I copy the way she had been sat and she leans over me and wraps her hand around my dick. Then she pulls back the foreskin again and I groan again, then she pulls it back over and my responce was the same. She repeats this until I start making involuntary noises and girating my hips. Then she lets go.We swap places again but, this time, when I reached out to touch her pussy she says Wait, Ive got a better idea… you know how something going into mine made me. Would I, could I, actually submit to Mistress Susanna? “Mistress Susanna.” I had come close a few times in our chats, but this was the first time I had actually expressed it, even if it was only in my own thoughts.Equally importantly, would she accept my submission, and how would it work, with her in San Francisco and me in Seattle?Those were all questions for another day. I could only wait semi-patiently for Susanna, and tried to lose myself in my work.After dinner on Friday, I was startled by. Every word has a pull on you... You feel captured, unable to fight back or resist them...But would you want to resist if you could? No. That's why you're here, isn't it? It's exciting to find yourself caught in these words of submission... Surrendering yourself to every sentence... Wanting to read more, even if given the choice not to..Because you don't want to be given the choice... You don't like the responsibility that comes with making choices... You'd rather be free ... And freedom comes.