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A Converstaion
Daniel is sitting at the keyboard when the phone rings. He turns and freezes up catching sight of the name on the caller I.D., a cold knot tightening in his chest. Still, he doesn’t dare let it ring too long and quickly fishes the handset out of its cradle, the line connecting automatically.
There is a moment’s pause. On the other end, she can hear the soft crackle as he breathes anxiously against the mouthpiece.
“H..hello?”
“Hello, Daniel,” she says in her warm, silky voice. “I just received the flowers you sent. Thank you so much! They’re lovely!”
“You’re most welcome, Ma’am!” he replies, blushing with joy.
“They must have cost you a fortune, though.”
“N..no... not too bad...”
There is a silence.
“Daniel,” she says softly. “Don’t ever lie to me.”
He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. “Well... you’re worth it,” he replies.
“Hmmm...”
He waits, tiny beads of sweat forming at his temples. He can feel his heart pounding away inside his ribcage. He licks his lips.
“I’ve enjoyed our dates very much so far, Daniel,” she finally says.
She hears an even louder crackle as he releases his breath in one excited gust. “You have?” he asks, unable to conceal either his surprise or his delight.
“Don’t be silly! Can’t you tell when a woman is having a good time?”
“I... I guess I wasn’t sure... I mean... I hoped...”
She laughs softly. “Well, I have,” she says. His shoulders droop as some of the tension eases from his body, but his heart races even faster.
“You’re a ... special boy, Daniel,” she says, the sincerity in her voice shaking him to his core. “To be honest, I even wondered after our first date if you were a submissive at all.”
His eyes suddenly pop open and he sits bolt upright in his chair.
“What? Why?”
She laughs again, affectionately. “Because that whole evening you didn’t talk about it at all! Most submissive males I’ve gone out with can’t wait to regale me with every single one of their sexual fantasies, usually cloaked in terms of what they would be ‘willing’ to do for me! Even worse are the ones that try to pump me for my fantasies, so they can run right home, masturbate and then never call me again!”
Daniel feels his face, already quite red, grow even hotter.
“Have you been masturbating much lately, Daniel?”
His whole body goes rigid as he feels the jaws of a trap close around him. His face twists into a shamed grimace and he takes a deep, long breath.
“yes..” he admits, whispering.
“... but I did call you again,” he adds feebly, eliciting a long, raucous laugh on her end.
“Do you think about me, when you pleasure yourself?” she asks upon regaining her composure.
“...yes...”
“Tell me. Tell me what you think about when you masturbate, Daniel.”
He groans softly, shifting his weight in his seat.
“... your... ass..” he sighs.
“Yes? What about my ass?”
“I think about... my tongue in your ass... on the bed... sitting on my face... my tongue... inside you...”
“Hmmm...” she sighs softly. “What else is going on? Am I whipping your balls?”
“What? No!”
She chuckles. “Then you must be doing a very good job, Daniel!”
“I am! I will! Would! I... I...”
Her laughter, bright and full, chines through the phone.
“Tell me why you want to lick my ass.”
He frowns, brow furrowing in confusion. Still, it doesn’t take him but a second’s thought to respond.
“Because... I like you, Ma’am.”
A long, dreadful silence follows. He squirms around in his seat some more, the drops perspiration now fat and streaming down the sides of his face.
“Ma’am?”
“I’m sorry Daniel, that just wasn’t quite the answer I was expecting.”
“It... wasn’t?” In a very small, crushed voice, he asks, “Did I give the wrong answer?”
“No,” she says, her tone reassuring. “Not at all. It’s just the usual response is something to the effect that ‘I need to serve’ or ‘please’ or what have you.”
“I do need to serve,” he says with sudden earnestness. “But, I want to serve you!”
“Because you like me.”
“Yes.”
Another awful, stomach churning pause.
“I like you too, Daniel.”
He closes his eyes, a long shuddering rush of air rising up from deep within his chest.
“Daniel? Would you think it terrible of me, having already received one gracious gift from you this morning to ask for another?”
“No! I mean... ask! Please! Anything!”
“Hmm... You ought to be careful about making promises like that, sweet boy. You may find them difficult to keep.”
“Please!” he cries.
“All right, then... I think it’s time I get my claws sunk into you, before someone else comes along and steals you away!”
He stifles a laugh, afraid to offend her. But the thought of two women fighting over... him... strikes him as absurd.
“I should probably have you come right over here so I can throw you in the tub and piss on you; mark my territory properly!”
“What?”
“Don’t sound so shocked, boy! I suspect you’d love that!”
“I...”
“Well... you’ll learn to love it, regardless.”
He moans, his head spinning.
“But what I want from you right this moment is between your legs! I want you to give me control of your cock, Daniel. Will you do that?”
She can hear him swallow hard, breathing hard.
“...yes...”
“Good boy. Is it hard right now?”
“...yes...”
“Good. I want you to take it out of your pants and stroke it. Imagine yourself tied to my bed, Daniel. Imagine I am sitting on your face, my weight pressing down upon your head, ensconced in my flesh, cutting off all sound, light, and even air... your tongue penetrating deep into the tight, dark secrets of my body...”
He moans loudly.
“But do not cum! You are not to cum! Is that understood?”
“Yes,” he whimpers.
“Are you going to be good?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“Yes!”
She sighs contentedly. “Good. Stop stroking it now.”
He whines. She can hear him panting faintly.
“...okay...”
“Good. I’ve already told you I think you’re a special boy and I mean it, Daniel. I’m going to give you a special task to make certain you are ready for me when our third date rolls around later this week. I want you to touch it, play with it, pleasure it, for five minutes every hour until we meet again... but do not cum!”
“Ooooh!”
“You will do this for me, won’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes!”
She laughs softly. “I know you will. You’re a good boy. Thank you again for the flowers, I love them! See you soon, my sweet.”
The line goes dead.
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