5:15 p.m. The phone rings. my mind focused elsewhere, i too casually answer, “kat barron.”
“Hey, darlin’,” You reply.
“Happy Birthday, my Love,” i respond. “What’s going on with You.”
“Well, I don’t have to be home for a while, so I guess I have some time for you. yourself?”
“Just finishing at the office. Staff is gone. John’s not expected until 9 or later. i got time.” my smile lights up the room.
“Want a little “phone” for a while (our term for phone sex)?” You ask.
“Most definitely! What You thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“A recap of last weekend. I know how you like to revisit our encounters at least once afterwards. I thought that would be the perfect gift for Me.”
Thomas, You know me so well. “Why, thank You. And should this one be for You, as it is Your birthday?”
“No, I would love to hear you go tonight.” Well happy day for me!
“If You insist . . . So, what shall i do for you.”
“Get your hands in your panties. I want you to check if you’re wet yet.” Thinking about last weekend myself all day, i have been wet since 8 a.m.
“my Love, i can tell You that my panties are already soaked.” i slip my pants and panties down around my ankles, place both feet, restricted, on my desk. i slip my middle finger between my folds with no resistance. Wet is an understatement! “i am very wet, and very needy. Please take care of me.”
“I want you to remember last weekend. I had you sprawled across your dining table, My tongue buried in your cunt, My fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, My hands slapping your tits around,” You say. “Now pull and pinch your clit until it is red and throbbing.” i obey immediately. You give me several moments of silence to concentrate.
“you did everything i told You and let Me push your submission further than ever before. you took every part of Me in every opening you have. you let Me spank you, paddle you, sodomize you while finger-funking your aching cunt. I abused you for hours on end, and you begged for more.” my hands work furiously on my twat, my pussy aching to be filled. For nearly 20 minutes we continue. You giving great phone, me following Your every demand, we share periods of silence.
“Remember Me sucking your clit raw. you would try to pull away from Me, so I would strap you down tighter, eventually immobile. I’d pull on your tits, jam two fingers in your pussy and two up your ass at the same time. you’d be so wet from your spanking that My fingers find no resistance. My teeth clamping down on your clit, pulling it out. you can’t move, so only your face shows the exquisite pain you are experiencing, begging Me for more.” Damn, You are good!
“Find something to shove in your pussy. Get out the binder clips, and clip up your nipples. Then squeeze that clit until You come for me.” i nearly fell from my chair rushing to grab the clips. Now for some makeshift dildo. i recently received a small bottle of some exotic liquor from a client. i immediately noticed the beautiful phallic shape and thought it may come in handy one day. We shall see . . .
“Got everything? Good. Slide that bottle in and out of that tight little hole and twist and tug your clit.” i am shaking with a mix of anticipation and pain. i hear You breathe heavily. i instinctively sense how much You are enjoying yourself. After a few minutes of silent concentration, my orgasm shoots through me like a rocket. i continue to roll my clit between my fingers as i cum, bringing my pain, and thus my pleasure, to new levels.
my contractions subside, and i whisper, “Thank you, my Love. Happy birthday!” Silence. “Thomas,” i call out. “Thomas?” Silence. i look at the phone, and the connection is still good. What happened to Him? After several more moments, i hang up the phone. Still reeling from my orgasm, i cannot make sense of anything.
6:30 p.m. i call your office. “Burlington Manufacturing,” You answer.
“What’s going on?” i ask.
“I’m on a call. I’ll call you back.” Reluctantly, i acknowledge work has to have some priority. i finish my tidying up, grab my purse.
6:45 p.m. i call You again. “Burlington Manufacturing.”
“Hey are You going to be much longer? i’m going to head home.”
“No, it should only be a few more minutes. I’ll call you back as soon as I am done.”
“As i said before, John’s out until at least 9. You’re safe until then.” i head out the door, walk home, fix a simple dinner, flop on the sofa, turn on the TV.
7:15 p.m. my phone rings. i see it is You. “Hello, my Love. What happened to You?”
“Hey, darlin’. I got a call from Toby. And you know how he is . . . Blah, blah, blah. And he just kept going.” i am stunned by your response.
Through gritted teeth i question, “So You mean to tell me that while i was reaching the brink, You put me on hold, took a call from an employee, left me to cum alone . . . and You didn’t tell me?!?!?” i fell silent, incredulous.
“Are you saying I’m not to take calls from My employees?” You retort.
“No, but You can tell him You’re in the middle of something, take a message, and call him back. Better yet, You could tell me You had a call, and either command me to stop and wait for You, or instruct me to carry on, and You would return as soon as possible. Did either of those options ever come into Your head?”
Trying to cute your way out of this, You reply, “Yeah, i suppose either of those would have been the better choice.”
Not taking that bait, i tell You how You crushed me. “i opened myself up to You completely. i give You everything You have ever wanted. i follow your rules to the letter. i trust You implicitly and question nothing. i have no fear that You will ever harm me.” Tears sting my eyes. “But You just broke the cardinal rule of our relationship – You only have Your power because i willingly forfeit mine. However, i only relinquished my power when i found ultimate trust in You. As time has gone on, the greater the trust, the deeper the submission, the stronger the bond. But if i cannot trust you, this relationship can no longer work.”
“Thomas, You know that i will submit every bit of me, down to my soul, so long as You never disrespect me. At the heart of it all, i am Your perfect counter-balance. The true yin to Your yang.”
I continue, “Since day one, i have known your children come first. i have always respected that. You remind me time and time again that i am a close second. But like the old adage, today Your actions spoke far louder than Your words ever have. Your actions showed that i rank even below a stupid, blathering employee. You have emotionally slapped me, and this pain does not arouse. You have lost all my trust in anything You say. Happy fucking birthday . . . ”
“God, kat, I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
Not letting up, i tell You i accept your apology, but You’re not off the hook. “It will take huge effort on Your part to get me to forgive You for this one. You have disrespected me and have abused the power i so willingly give. So now that power will be stripped from You. To keep us in balance, You will now do as i say.”
i hear the mix of both regret and intrigue in Your voice. “As you wish. What will you do to punish Me?”
“Because a favorite punishment of Yours is banning me from masturbating without permission, we’ll start along those lines. But instead, anytime during the day that i cross your mind, no matter how slight or passing the thought may be, You are to excuse yourself immediately and find a private place to pleasure yourself.” This doesn’t sound too bad to You so far. “You are to picture me seated in a low chair, against a wall, with my ankles bound to the chair legs and my hands bound behind my back. Leather collar circling my neck. Still standing, You imagine straddling me and forcing your stiffened cock into my mouth. Unable to move, i will not be able to back away, so i will have to take all of You in. My jaw will ache and my voice will go hoarse from the assault.” Again, You wonder where the punishment is.
“Here’s the catch – the moment You are about to spew your hot liquid down my throat, imagine me biting down on your prick, causing enough pain to instantaneously kill your orgasm. Simultaneously, You must stop rubbing off. Under no circumstances are You allowed to come. Not negotiable. Accept my offer, and i will not leave you. Deny me, and You will be dead to me.” You ponder the idea, but only for a millisecond. As i am nothing without you, You cannot survive without me. You know You will do anything i ask in order to show me the essential role i have in Your life.
“And finally, at 5:15 every day, You will call me to give a full report of what You did that day. You will stroke yourself during your recap, but You will not come. See the irony? The idea of thinking of me and beating off throughout the day arouses You to want to do it as often as possible. On the flip side, though, You will not get the pleasure of releasing. When i think You have had enough, i will let You know, but for no less than a month. Every minute after 5:15 that You are late in calling me, i will add another day to your sentence. If You ask me to lift the punishment, i will tack another week. Take it, or leave it. That’s the deal.”
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