“Um, I don’t know,” Robin replied. “Why should I want to?”
“Oh! You’re a virgin!” Cutiepie laughed, and Robin flushed. “Tell the truth, Perverse, you never called this line before.”
“This is my first call,” Robin admitted.
“Well, welcome to the line, sweetie. And don’t sweat the little boys; they’ll back off after a while. What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know.” Robin barely got the words out. How can I answer that? she thought furiously. I’m not ready for this. I shouldn’t have called.
“Why don’t you give me a call?” It was Bob. “I won’t bite. But I can explain how this all works.”
“I don’t know,” Robin repeated helplessly.
“Oh, give him a call, Perverse, he’s OK. And you never have to worry about meeting him!” Cutiepie declared. There was a tone in her voice that sounded slightly derisive.
Bob gave out a telephone number, but Robin was sitting naked, in the middle of her floor, with nothing around her but newspapers and books. She sprang forward, reaching for her desk. “Wait a minute! Wait!”
Bob repeated the number for her, and the other people online all yelled out various good-byes before she hung up.
That, she thought, staring at the piece of paper in her hand, was weird. What did these people do on this toll call? Chat about what they did on the weekend? And how was it that they all seemed to know each other? Why did the men have real names and the women have phony ones?
She called the number, her heart pounding.
“Hello?” His voice was the same as it had been on the line, but much clearer. Deep, but friendly.
“Um. Bob?”
“That’s right. Hi, Perverse. Do you know what you’ve gotten into?”
Robin laughed suddenly. “No! That’s why I called you.”
“Well, before we start, just get comfortable and relax. No one’s going to hurt you. Are you OK?”
Robin pulled her pillows down and did as he suggested. “Go ahead,” she said when she was comfortable. “I’m OK.”
“Good. Are you into dominance and submission?”
“No. Yes. I mean, I think so.” Robin found herself flushing again. “God, you know I’m usually not so moronic.”
He laughed companionably. “Relax! Let me rephrase it. What do you like to think about when you come? You do masturbate, don’t you?”
“Boy, you just come right out with the personal questions!” Robin laughed again. “Whatever happened to ‘So, what are you doing tonight?’”
“I’m hoping that you’ll masturbate,” Bob answered easily. “That’s one of the benefits of paying six dollars an hour to talk to a couple of fellow S&M devotees. You may find a few who like the same things that you do and would like to share their fantasies with you until you want to explode from pleasure. You might even meet people if you want to, and maybe hit it off in person.” He paused. “So to speak.”
Robin snorted in amusement. Bob was turning out to be a good bet. “How do you do this?” she asked. “Phone domination, I mean. Can I stop it if I don’t like it?”
“Of course, silly. You can always hang up.”
Duh. Robin sighed. “OK, never mind me. Please go on.”
“There’s nothing much more to say. Except that you shouldn’t use your real name on the line, or ever, ever, give out your phone number. And you shouldn’t agree to meet with anyone who no one knows. If someone wants to meet you very badly, try and find out if they’ve met with anyone else on the line, and ask if they’re safe. You can always call me, any time, to ask about someone. I’ve been on this line for a long time.”
“Yes, but how do I know if I can trust you?”
“Good! Now the brain is on. You ask the other women out there, like Cutiepie. She knows me.”
“But she said she never met you.”
“That’s true. I don’t meet people at all. But I do talk to them a lot, and I hear what everyone says about everyone else. Enough about me. Are you naked?”
Robin jerked up a little. “Um. Yes.”
“Good. I like my submissives naked. And you are going to be my little submissive tonight, aren’t you?”
Robin froze for a moment. Ohmigod, she thought, clutching the phone. Ohmigod, this could be so good. But this is so silly! On the phone? How can I do this on the phone?
“Come on, my little slave girl. Tell your master how much you need to be a good girl for him.”
“Yes,” Robin whispered, sliding back down onto her pillows. “Yes.”
“Say ‘Yes, master,’ sweetie.”
Robin sighed. “Yes, master.”
“That’s a good girl. Now, tell me what little toys you play with when you’re naughty all by yourself. Do you have any dildos? A vibrator?”
“Yes.” Robin blushed deep red, but felt a complementary warmth reaching up from her loins.
“Yes, what?” Bob snapped, his voice suddenly harsh.
“Oh! Yes, master.”
“There’s a penalty for being so slow, slave. You have to learn to respect me. So I’m just going to have to take you over my knee and spank your ass very hard. So think of your body bent over my knee, slave, your cunt right up against my leg, and your tits hanging down. Can you see it? Can you feel it?”
His voice was deep, and soothing, but hurried. It hit her in a hypnotic rhythm, and she moaned unexpectedly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, master!”
“I’d take one arm tightly in my hand and pull it up behind your back so you can’t move, slave. And then, I’d stroke that pretty ass of yours, and get you ready for your spanking. Have you ever been spanked, slave? Spanked by a master?”
“No,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
“That should have been ‘No, master,’ slave. I was going to give you ten smacks. Now, it’ll be twenty. And they’ll be hard ones. They’ll be so hard that you’ll be tender there, and you won’t be able to sit. Are you going to be a good girl and take them for me?”
“Yes, yes, master!” Robin rolled over on to her stomach and pushed her ass up into the air. With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine the feeling of being over someone’s knee.
“Then here they come, slave. Feel them!” And suddenly, there was a loud, sharp slapping sound coming through the phone. Robin jerked in surprise, and then realized that Bob was clapping, or slapping something down. But when she closed her eyes again and rocked her hips with each striking sound, she began to draw her breaths faster.
“Count them, slave!”
“Oh! One! Two!”
“That should have been ‘One, master.’ We start again!”
The slapping sounds continued, and Robin allowed her body to react to each one as though it had actually fallen on her. She counted desperately, moaning between each count, clenching her thighs together and pressing them apart. By the time they got through the first ten, she was already in a state of intense excitement. Her nipples were hard, like little stones, and there was a steady dampness between her legs that almost frightened her. She had never gotten so hot so fast.
“Do you remember what this is for, slave?”
“For not calling you master, master!” she choked out, pressing her body into the pillows. Another slap. “Oh! Twelve, master!”
“So what do you say, slave?”
“Uh! I. . . I don’t know, master!” Slap! “Thirteen, master!”
“Yes you do, slave. And if you don’t say it by the time we finish the twenty, I’m just going to keep going until you do.” Slap!
Robin gasped, and hurriedly counted, but her mind wasn’t ready to start working on what else she could be saying. She moaned and squirmed, and counted, never forgetting the ‘master,’ until the number twenty was reached, and Bob paused.
“Have you figured out what to say, slave?”
“No, please, I don’t know, master!” She was surprised to find that part of her was absolutely getting into this absurd game! She was a
ctually concerned that she didn’t know! The tension grew within her and it was an incredibly powerful catalyst. She wanted to reach down and touch her cunt lips, squeeze her whole hand around her pussy, but she didn’t, held captive by the commands of the ‘master’ talking her through this amazing experience.
“Maybe you’ll figure it out before my arm gets tired, little slave. I hope you do, because when I get tired, I’m switching to something much nastier. You can stop me anytime, my dear. All you need are the magic words!” Smack!
That one was loud, harsh against her ear. Robin moaned involuntarily and pressed her thighs together. The smacks continued at a new pace, not bothering to wait for her to count, and she began to grind her hips into the floor, truly feeling. . . something. She panted, and almost dropped the phone, but held onto it and tried to think. Wait! Magic words!
“Thank you! Thank you, master!”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.” The spanks stopped. “Now what are you thanking me for?”
“For correcting me, master!”
“See? That was easy. You’re good at this, slave. A natural.” His voice became soothing again. “And now, I get to have a little fun with my new submissive. I get to play with her body for as long as I want. So stretch out on your back, and spread your legs.”
Robin followed his voice and the commands that came to her. She touched herself, her breasts and belly. At his commands, she stroked her throat and thighs, pinched her nipples until she whimpered, drew wide circles of scratches across her skin. This stranger was directing her to do things she did when she jerked off, but they were in his order, according to his tastes. As her moans and sighs built up, he chuckled and addressed her in gentler tones. Soon, she could feel that the wetness between her legs had become raging, creating a sense of overwhelming weakness and tension.
“Now I’m going to bring you off, slave. For my amusement. I like to see beautiful slave girls squirming under my touch, begging to come for their master. Can you feel my hand on you? My fingers finding your clit, sliding along it, back and forth, until you can’t take it anymore? And I’m going to push my fingers inside you, slave, two, and then three fingers, pushing you wide open for me. Do it, do it....”
Robin let her fingers stand in for his, and closed her eyes.
“And you’re not going to come until I tell you that you may, you little slut. You’re going to lie there and take it all, until you can’t stand it anymore, and you have to beg me to bring you off, beg to come all over my hand, to jerk your body around and cry out and drip your sweet juices all over your legs.” Bob’s voice picked up tempo again, and Robin matched him with the motions of her hand. She found the places she liked best and the pressure that worked, and her fingers swept around her clit until her body did in fact begin to shake and tremble.
“Now, slave, now, I want you to feel me pushing my cock inside you, while my hand works on your stiff little clit, I want your whole cunt wide open, naked for me, as I fill you up and make you whimper and beg... You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Robin whispered, pushing her hips up a little. “Oh yes!”
“Beg me! Tell me that you want to be fucked!”
“Yes! Fuck me, master! Fill me!” Robin pushed up again and again, pressing against her hand. She was breathing raggedly, and sweat gathered in the hollow of her back.
“That’s good! Good! Because you need this, don’t you, slave?”
“Yes! Please! Please fuck me! Make me come, master, please, please... Oh, I can’t hold it, please!”
“Then come, slave, come for your master, wrap your cunt around his dick! Come on, I want to feel you!”
Robin gasped, and her whole body straightened out and shook for that final moment before ecstasy. Then, her fingers slipped to that perfect place, and her hips jerked convulsively, and she felt a new urge of wetness accompany the series of wonderful, shuddering waves of pleasure coming from her loins. Her moans became inarticulate groans and gasps, and she whimpered, “Oh master, master, master!” riding each exclamation with another sob of joy.
When she lay back, her breath slowly returning in long, shuddering inhalations, she realized that she had dropped the phone. She picked it up gingerly, and held it to her ear. Her heart was pounding.
“H-hello?” she whispered.
“You have to figure out a way to come when you’re holding a phone,” Bob said. His voice sounded normal again, his manner relaxed. “Did you really come?”
“Yes!” Robin giggled, and then took a deep breath. She hadn’t recovered yet! She tried to control her breathing a little more, and then realized what he had asked. How curious, she thought. “Why would I fake it?”
“Don’t ask me, sweetie. Some do. Probably to end the call that much sooner. But you did great! And now you know what phone domination is. Or at least, my style.”
“It was hot,” Robin admitted. She pulled herself up, and leaned against the side of her bed. Why on earth would someone want to end the call even faster? “I liked it a lot.”
“Well, you can call me any night after eight at this number. If it’s busy, I’m probably with another one of my little slaves. But you could try looking for me out on the line.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I could afford that. All those minutes could add up real fast.”
“Call the courtesy number, my dear. Women who call and talk to those poor, frustrated men out there don’t have to pay. It’s part of the economics of SM; hell, it’s the politics of sexuality in general, according to Betty Dodson. Women, whether they’re mistresses or slaves, are at a premium. Men, also regardless of role, are deeply discounted. You get in cheaper at the SM clubs too.” He sighed, and sounded like he was stretching. “Yes, you have wandered into a whole new world, sweetie. Take it nice and slow. It’s been known to swallow people up.”
Robin nodded to herself. “I can believe that.”
“The next time you call, ask for the operator. They’ll give you the local number to call. And they know me, too. So if you’re looking for me, you can ask the operator if I’m on, and she can put you on my channel. I’ve got to go now, sweetie. You were a good girl, for your first time.”
“Good night,” Robin said.
As the phone clicked, she laid it down, and threw her head back with a sigh. Her entire body was tingling. She pressed a hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat, and then weakly gathered up her materials, to hide them away.
That was fun, she thought, pulling a T-shirt on over her still stiff nipples. That was better than reading anything. And it’s so convenient! Just call and pick someone up and do it! What a great invention it was!
But not what you’d call a real sex life. After all, it’s just an extension of what I’m doing by myself. It’s... masturbation by media.
Oh God. I am so pathetic.
I’ll never actually do this stuff with a live person. But what else can I do? At least it’s better than being totally alone. It’s the best I can hope for, now.
Chapter Six
Leon arrived again, this time with a splendid paella―shrimp, clams, mussels and scallops over saffron rice. There was a light herbal broth with soft, hot bread to begin, and a spicy tomato salad on the side, and even a bottle of white Burgundy, compliments of his master. This time, Leon stayed to serve the meal, and Robin ate with him, standing in the kitchen, and watched when he served. She also listened carefully as he gave her instructions on how to hold her body, or turn her head, or respond to more than one request at a time.
“You try to place yourself so’s you can keep an eye on the dinner,” he said, scooping up some of his own creation and savoring it. “That way, you can see if the water glasses are gettin’ low, or if a plate’s gettin’ too empty too fast. Some masters, they like you to stay by the table the whole time, in case they need anything.”
“If I have to stay in the room for the whole meal, when do I eat?”
“Ain’t their problem, sister. You catch it when you can. But don�
�t worry; they can’t really starve you. You just gotta be clever about it, an’ find out what they have in mind. Friend of mine, he’s with some folks that like to see him eatin’ outta their hands at dinner, begging for food, but he always gets to eat as much as he wants when he’s in the kitchen.”
Robin shuddered. “Oh, I don’t know if I could do that! Beg for food like a dog at the table?”
“Oh, you’ll do it, sugar. If that’s what your master wants, that is... OK, they’re ready for more wine. Now, Mr. Parker ain’t gonna want seconds. You watch me close!”
And Robin did. Sure enough, Chris raised one hand to indicate that he didn’t want any more of the wine, but Rachel allowed Leon to serve her. And before he returned, she took a pinch of his shirt between her fingers and said something softly to him.
“Now here’s another thing,” he said when he got back to the kitchen. “You gotta get used to bein’ dressed up and stripped down, over and over again.”
With a grin, he shed his shirt and trousers and shoes and piled them neatly in one corner of the kitchen. His body was long and slender, but hard in places, his stomach tight and rippled. His cock was held suspended in a sheer black undergarment that looked like a jock strap, but left even less to the imagination. His body was shorn of all hair under his chin, and he had a very even tan. The golden necklace/collar seemed stark and powerfully attractive against his throat.
“You’re very handsome,” Robin whispered. He was. There was a beauty about him, a grace that defied ordinary language. He didn’t have the same almost mystical aura that Greta possessed, but Robin could see that the two of them had much in common. They both attracted her, grabbed her attention aggressively and held it like a mirror holds the attention of a child.
“Why, thank you, honey. You’re a sweet little beauty yourself. Now eat up. We’re gonna have to get the coffee out soon!”
And when he returned, there were sounds of pleasure and appreciation, and Robin watched as he did his work around the table, stopping to pose when Rachel told him to, submitting to her lingering touches as he passed. Chris seemed to ignore Leon’s state of undress.
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