I hissed in to the phone. She had kept me waiting for two days. TWO DAYS!
Last night it was all kiss-ass and wanting. "I'm so horny, I'm so ready for you, I want you Master."
Bullshit. It was just a tease, "Oh, my husband's still awake, I can't call, I'm sorry, I just can't." So I put her on restriction all day. Nothing. no touching, not teasing, nothing.
And yet she still begs. "Make me cum..... please...."
I wasn't in the mood. I was pissed, tired, angry that she wasn't taking her restriction to heart and ready to do some damage. "Call me." My text was deliberately short.
"I can't, he's asleep but stirring."
"Then good-night." I turned off my computer and undressed for bed. My half-hard cock already fading in disappointment of another tease. "For your insubordination there will be no release until Monday." My thumbs tapped out the note on my phone as I checked on the kids and set my alarms for the Saturday morning.
My phone chirped with a text.
"Please Master, it hurts."
"My pussy hurts Master, it needs you so much, I need you. We need you." I laughed when she spoke of her genitals in 3rd person horny. Her body really did take over on occasion, but she was clear headed and lucid and I had thoughts forming in my head. Her saving grace was that she is not a drinker, so when she calls, she can't blame the beer, or the shots. She calls me for one reason, she wants to cum, and she knows she must get permission to do so. When I was out of town I told her to resist and ask me before any play session. She always has permission to fuck her husband, but she even likes permission to do that. She held on for three days and then ripped him up with a sexual attack that left her sore for two days and him frightened for five. She told me about it on the phone and said it was too tender to touch, and even shifting in her jeans felt like an unpleasant electric shock. So I got her on her hands and knees and forced three out of her. She couldn't touch for a week.
"Master!!!! My pussy hurts. It needs you."
"Of course it does, she misses her owner. Call me."
"I can't, he'll hear."
"Then stop begging. I have to go to sleep. I have to get up in the morning. "
"Description please." She knew what I meant, and she knew she had one chance to get it right.
"Living room , alone, asleep for now. Blue panties, thong, wet, tight. no bra, hard, tender, hungry. White t-shirt. 3 days ago, oral, no, he fell asleep too fast. And I can't make any noise."
Her obedience cold be so complete sometimes. She listed her location, situation, and last sexual interaction with her husband. A nice enough guy but unable to handle her sexual avarice.
I met him once, after a church choir concert. "Nice voice" he said. "Thank you," I responded, "it's the one I use to make your wife wet. the last phrase only came out in my head, but we both knew it was there.
"No, hubs restless"
"Good, remember that." I slipped out of my jeans and into my pajamas.
The phone rang, I answered.
Shut up. You only call me when you want to cum, why should I let you? Answer me that Slut. Why? I knew she couldn't answer, but more importantly, she didn't have an answer, she was just being selfish. You can't say a word, can you, you have to sit there an listen to me. So you'll listen and obey.
Take off your shirt. Can you feel the air on those nipples? i know they are getting hard, and I know they are going to hurt in a minute, but DO IT and don't make a noise. I heard the phone get put down, a soft rustle of fabric, a small moan, and the phone came back to her ear. Now the panties. i want that freshly shaved cunt open and ready for my view. Show yourself to me, don't hide a single crevice, I own you, I own you, your tits, your hips, your waist, your lips, your cunt, yoru ass, you pussy. I OWN YOU SLUT!!
Her gasp as almost silent.
Now get on your hand and knees and face the couch and spread your legs and don't make a noise. not a single sound. She moaned just a little, I could barely hear it over the static of the phone. BE QUIET! Damn slut, why can't you follow instructions. Spread more, but don't touch, just stay there, stay spread, open up for me, show me my property.
I like this Slut, it's good training, for you to be wet, ready, open, unable to cum without my permission and not ready to break a single rule I give you. I like you quiet, so i don't have to shove my cock in your face just to get you to stop talking. Imagine me behind you, inspecting you, pressing back the folds with my gloved hand, inspecting you for sale price, penetrating you vaginally, then anally, to check your health and test your reaction. You pass both with flying colors.
I take a long pause, challenging her with silence. She hates the silence, she has to fill it with her own voice, so I wait.
Kneel up. Tall. Show me your tits, I stand in front of you and paint your forehead with precum as I reach down to pinch your left nipple roughly. I want your body weight down on your left heal, line it up with your pussy and sit, grind against your foot, feel it between your lips, spread for me, grind it, feelme pressing against you while I tease you as you've teased me.
put one finger between your clit and your foot, trap it there, crush it against your clit, trap it between foot and bone, catch it there and grind against your clit my slut, and DON"T MAKE A SOUND. I can feel her breathing change 2 time zones away and with her almost silent on the other end. I say almost, because she can't help a little noise.
Put your had in the couch, bend over, it's time to fuck you now. Another sound escapes through the phone. Be QUIET! Shit, do you really want your husband to wake up, to find you like this, with fingers shoved up your ass and you bent over the sofa? Do you want him to know what a slut you are? Do YOU? do you want him to hear you moaning like a common whore and step into the living room to see you dripping on his new carpet as your cunt swells and engulfs your fingers? Really? is that what you want, to be watched as your fingers plunge in and out of both holes, trying desperately to find that tight shincter. I sensed her head shaking violently back and forth in fear of a husband who hates masturbation, and, I'm sure, the man who makes her do it time and time again.
You have permission to touch, but not permission to cum. My voice was steady now, I had found my rhythm with her and found the pitch that would bring her to the right space in her head. i wish i had recorded it, it was a masterpiece, she was there, naked, kneeling on her living room floor with her wet pussy spread and dripping for me,unable to make a single sound.
Maybe the Attorney is behind you, pumping you full as you grab the headboard of his hotel bed. You changed your mind and went to meet him. The bed rocks and squeaks to prove how cheap you and the bed were. For the price of a mochacappafrappachino you are on your knees, but you smile, because you know you will tell me about every stroke and about every stream of swallowed cum.
Two fingers inside, right now! I want penetration, fuck those fingers deeps inside, feel him, don't you cum, don't you dare fucking cum. Do you hear me? Answer me slut, tell me how wet you are, how good it feels to have him splitting you open as I stand nearby and watch. She is silent but whimpering now, she answers with silence, knowing that my first command for quiet remains in effect without the keyword which has not been given.
I look down at my watch, 15 minutes have passed and my monologue continues as I tease and torture her with thoughts of strange new cocks, of freshly split holes, dripping wetness and the markings of a willing slut. Then I smile. I must get to bed and her time zone is calling to her as well.
It's not me at all, is it? My voice is quiet and full of realizations. It's not me fucking you, it's not event he attorney is it? Oh fuck, feel your clit, spread the wet to your nipples, keep your head on the couch pillow slut and don't you dare move, smile, or cum without permission.
it's not me, it's not the attorney, it's not your husband or the lover. Spread wide for me, let me watch...It's not any of us,.... I waited for a whimper, and got one. I knew I was right.
I unzipped and waited for her. It's that new girl from the weight room, isn't it! Her groan was loud over the phone and I knew she was frozen in fear of waking her husband, but in pain because of the 30 minutes I had kept her on her knees, on the delicious precipice. Oh fuck, I get it now, that's who you want. Nod your head if I'm right. Her whimper was long and low and desperate, and filled with her need. Now it was up to me to push her over the edge .
Feel her soft skin on your back, feel her nipples trace lines down your spine, feel her move and taste and touch you in ways that make where grown men feel squeamish.
Taste her for me Slut, put your face deep between her legs and wait for her, then SUCK her like your very life depends on it. Now I had her, she was getting louder, without fear of her husband....
FUCK IT SLUT, get her fingers up deep, get inside my cunt, get inside my ass, just do it.
Cum you Slut!!!
I heard her cum and continue my verbal assault. Cum again as I push your head deeper between her legs, eat her, taste her, be my slut and feast as I fuck you from behind. My voice carries through the house furhther than I'd like so late at night, but the kids remain asleep and I fill the condom I had slipped on during one of the conversational lulls. Again and again I shot, deep, sticky, white into the comfortable wrapper, as I rested my head on the couch cushions.
I hit the red button on my phone.
It's late, i'm exhausted, the house is quiet, and I've been writing this between naps on the couch and snippets of the dreams that sprouted every time my eyes closed. I have re-written entire paragraphs of gibberish that I though were sensible, thoughts of stairs and a broom, and 2 monkeys, a tornado,and other mayhem.
Forgive me if it makes no sense. It did to her.