Wrong Phone Number Leads To BDSM Submission
Your phone rings, the third ring awakes you it is 2:30 in the morning. Your senses are dulled by your sleep but the voice on the other end of the phone seems desperate. You come to full attention as he says “help me” you start to hang up, but curiosity gets the better of you and you ask him what he needs. He says “I am trapped in a dead relationship and I want a life back can you help”. You have been known to bring home a homeless puppy in your day but you wonder why you have not already hung up the phone. But something magical keeps you from hanging up.
You ask him to tell you about him so he starts “I am married to a witch of a woman. She won’t let me out of her sight. She won’t let me be a man. I really want to be a man but I have never been given the chance”. You decide you have heard enough and hang up the phone. As you place the handset back on the cradle you begin to contemplate your life. You don’t have it too bad you have a man who is a man even if he is a bit too confident. If there was just some way to get him to pay more attention to you.
You have an idea as you drift back to sleep you dream of your plan in action. You call your husband at work and you ask him to stop by the local wine cellar across from your house to pick up a nice bottle of wine for dinner. It is kind of a sign you both have used in the past that means one of you wants the other. He says ok. When he comes in the door the lights are low and the candles are burning. The wax aroma filters through the house, cherry. The music is playing a soft saxophone in the background. You have cooked a light meal with a special dessert in mind.
He brings you the bottle of wine and says how nice you look in your apron and smiles because it is all you are wearing. You kiss him and he kisses you back in a way that has been missing for a while. You smile. You pour two glasses of wine and toast the evening. He drinks. As you place the glass on the counter you pull him to you and kiss him deep running your fingers through his hair. You pull his shirt out and unbutton it. As he helps you pull it off, you start on his pants. In no time he is standing in the kitchen wearing less than you are. (You still have the apron). You drop to your knees and start to worship his cock with your mouth and tongue. He seems surprise this hasn’t been a regular part of your foreplay. As you bring him to the edge you back off. You realize the night is young and the time has not yet come. As he paws you like an animal you arch your back enjoying every moment of the attention.
You place the dinner on the table remove your apron and sit at the table naked. He joins you. As you eat and talk making eye contact you remember the early days of your romance and how wonderful he treated you. As you talk and laugh about things that you haven’t talked about in years you smile and realize that you do have a wonderful life. After finishing dinner and the bottle of wine you tell him you will be serving dessert in the master bedroom. He smiles. You go to the kitchen and get a can of aerosol whip cream. As you climb onto the bed you hand him the can and say spray me anywhere you want to eat. He ask you to lie down you do so on your back he notices that you have shaved in the most sensitive area a clue as to where to finish he sprays your neck and your nipples and recreates your pubic area with whip cream.
You look much like a dairy desert as you are lying there with your eyes closed. He begins to lick the cream from your body, slowly and deliberately he licks your neck. Then one nipple and a little of your hairless pub, then back to your neck and then your mouth. Before long you are one big sticky mess and he settles down for the real delight between your legs. As he makes love to you with his mouth you squirm and moan he changes direction to be able to place his erection near your face. You don’t mind a bit and take him full into your mouth.
As you participate in the classic 69 position, both of you are close. Just as you begin to create your own whip cream he stops. You are burning for him to finish what he has started. He turns around and takes you in his arms and starts to make love to you real slow. You are so close, you begin to get into a motion and you start to cum. It starts to build deep inside of you and as it builds you can tell it is going to be the best you can ever remember. His steady pace continues as he slides up and down and in and out of your body. You begin to moan. You call his name. As you get closer you call his name louder, finally shouting his name you hear him say, “Who was it?” You stop “Who was who?” He says, “Who was on the phone? Who would call at 2:30 in the morning?” “What?” you say he says, “The phone rang and a couple of minutes later you start shouting my name. So was it for me, who was it?” you say, “Never mind but, don’t forget to pick up a bottle of wine on your way home from work tomorrow.”
