The King of Phone Sex

Brian has been writing of a night with Nancy when:

Shortly thereafter she emitted a series of high-pitched squeaks, and I couldn’t help but grin at the blatant desire they contained. I moved My mouth to her clit and sucked it between My lips. After a while she tried to lift her hips up into me, and I completely released her and stepped back. She started repeating “No,” over and over again while spasming against the air and I couldn’t help but laugh. After A moment I stopped and said “No?”

At that she froze, and replied “I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to or- say anything like that. It just-it just, felt so good. I didn’t want you to stop.”

“So you decided to order Me not to?” I asked softly.

“No, never that.” She responded quickly. “I wasn’t ordering, Master, never that. I-I was begging. Just begging.”

“So you’re saying I’m too stupid to tell the difference between ordering, and begging then?” I kept My voice flat, allowing her no clue as to My true mood.

“No Master, no! Oh please, Master I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you. Please tell Me how I can make it up to you? Please!”

She continues, but I say “Silence.” And she bites her lip to stop herself. Her tone through it all is abject. Then I notice the tears running down her cheeks. At the sight My pulse quickens. Briefly I wonder if the tears are because of the tension of her deire, or from honest fear that she’s upset Me, or some combination.

I reach down and wipe the tears from her left cheek, before I pull My hand back she turns and starts to kiss it, sucking her own tears into her mouth in the process. I choose to allow it. “To atone, will require punishment.” I say. now allowing My teasing mood to enter My voice.

“Oh yes, Master, please punish me, please.” The switch from abjection to joy in her voice and manner are immediate and complete. In this moment she is Mine, as much Mine as it is possible for one human being to be another’s.

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The King of Phone Sex