Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  “You are a little come slut, aren’t you?”

  I nodded. I didn’t care. I would say or do anything to keep this feeling going, to feel what I had felt last night.

  “Say it. Speak.”

  “Um, butterfly is a little come slut.”

  “Good girl, my good little come slut.” I smiled at his words of praise.

  “Now, little one, I want you to take two fingers and run them through your dripping folds.”

  I quickly pressed my hand to my throbbing heat and ran two fingers up my slick slit. I shivered as they pressed against my clit.

  “Hold them up for me to see.”

  I held my glistening fingers up. They were coated in my juice, and I tried to fight the embarrassment from being so wet, but the embarrassment won.

  “Taste them, butterfly. Taste yourself.”

  I hesitated. I had never actually tasted my own come before. I wasn’t a big fan of guys’ come, but I was a bit curious as to what mine tasted like.

  “You will do as you are told, little girl. You will taste yourself right now.”

  I brought my two fingers to my lips. My tongue came out and quickly flicked at them. The taste was citrusy, tangy.

  “That’s a good little girl. Do you like your taste?”

  I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I actually liked it, but it wasn’t awful.

  “Suck on your fingers, come slut. You will need to learn how to suck your come from my cock.” I popped my fingers into my mouth and began sucking. “My butterfly will suck all of her come from my cock after I have fucked that sweet little pussy raw.”

  His words excited me. “Oh God,” I groaned as I felt a gush of liquid leave my body.

  “Did anyone tell you to speak, little girl?” he snapped harshly.

  I quickly shook my head.

  “My little come slut likes the idea of her Sir’s cock dripping with her come, doesn’t she?”

  I nodded, relieved he wasn’t going to stop, although the tension building between my legs was now getting to be too much to ignore.

  “My little slut needs to come, doesn’t she?”

  I bobbed my head furiously, still sucking vigorously on my fingers.

  “Well, she has to wait until I think that it is a good time. She will wait, won’t she?”

  I nodded my head, although I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off.

  “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide. Sir wants to see that pink pussy.” I lay back on the bed, glad to be off of my knees. I seemed to always get to my knees when I was talking to him. “Keep sucking on your fingers, but spread your pussy lips wide with your other hand. Your Sir wants to see how wet and swollen his little girl is.”

  I used my other hand to spread my pussy lips. My one fingertip grazed my clit and my body convulsed.

  “LITTLE GIRL! YOU WILL NOT COME!” he ordered.

  Somehow, I controlled my body. Though panting hard, I didn’t come.

  “Suck your fingers as you will suck my cock after I fuck you. You will be expected to clean it thoroughly each time so that I may take your body again and again until I am satisfied. Do you understand?”

  I shivered at his words. My hips were rotating seductively, and I could hear the sucking sounds I was making with my mouth. Yet another gush of wetness escaped my body and I wondered if I’d be able to hold off the orgasm the next time the wave hit me.

  “Would you like to come for your Sir?” he asked in a playful tone, clearly amused by my dilemma.

  I nodded.

  “Speak.”

  “Please let butterfly come for you, Sir.”

  “Yes, butterfly, you may come, but you may not touch yourself.”

  Oh fuck. Was it possible? I already knew the answer, because as soon as he told me that I could come, I felt it building.

  “Come for me, butterfly,” he whispered.

  I screamed out in ecstasy as I felt every muscle tense up and then release. I sighed as the gush of liquid left my body, and continued to suck on my fingers, which were now void of any of my flavor.

  As if emerging from a haze, I took in my surroundings and really saw what my Sir was seeing. I was lying on my bed with my knees bent and flopped wide open. My pussy couldn’t be more exposed. The small amount of curls glistened with come, and although I hadn’t squirted tonight, there was a large puddle under my ass. One hand was still in my mouth while the other lay across my abdomen. I fought the urge to curl up and go to sleep for fear he wanted more.

  He was quiet for a while, and I’d wondered if he’d hung up.

  “Sir enjoyed that, butterfly, but he wishes to see you better. Tomorrow you will go to Von Rhine’s at noon. Give them your name, and they will help you to please me.”

  I nodded despite my confusion. Even though I’d never been there, I’d heard of Von Rhine’s. It was an upscale salon.

  “Repeat where you will be going. Speak.”

  “Von Rhine’s at noon tomorrow, and tell them my name.”

  “Good girl. You may speak freely.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for tonight. Will you be calling tomorrow?”

  “Such an eager little girl,” he chuckled. “Yes, little one. I will be calling you several times tomorrow.”

  Relieved, I sighed. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Goodnight, butterfly.”

  “Goodnight, Sir.”

  Chapter 9

  Sir

  I kept to my ritual of watching her at night. Again, she slept in the puddle she had created. My butterfly was usually restless and all over the bed, but tonight it was evident I’d worn her out by the lack of movement I witnessed.

  It had been a great night, too. Bocaj have amazing memories, often remembering events in perfect detail for many centuries. Although this ‘gift’ sometimes seemed like a curse, tonight I was grateful for it as I replayed my favorite parts of the evening over and over in my mind.

  I liked how she lowered her eyes when she admitted that it was the first time she squirted. And I loved that I was the only man to ever get her to do that.

  I’d only begun to lose control once, but thinking of my butterfly hurt, or worse, kept me in check. It had been tough, fantasizing about all of the things that couldn’t be, but I had to keep up appearances for her sake.

  I couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to be in her warm mouth. The only thing I wanted as much as the feel of her warm lips, was to be able to touch her right then. I was jealous of her hands as they roamed her body, which was why I had her come without touching herself. Watching her had me so turned on that I stroked my cock, wishing it was her hand as I pleasured myself. I groaned her name when I created a large mess to clean up on the window of my apartment.

  As soon as she woke, I called her. Her feet had just hit the carpet when the phone rang.

  “Hello,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep.

  “Oh, don’t you sound sexy, butterfly. And you look even more spectacular.”

  I watched the blush creep up her chest and rest on her cheeks.

  “What a beautiful pink blush. Pretty pink like that sweet pussy of yours. Show your Sir your pussy this morning.”

  Without hesitation, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. I was thrilled at how comfortable she was with showing me her body, and also at the sight before me. It was spectacular. “Oh, it’s still puffy and swollen.” I was surprised that I had the urge to soothe it with my tongue, something I’d never done.

  Not only was it puffy and swollen, but it was also glistening. “Is my little girl wet again at hearing her Sir’s voice, or is my little girl such a slut that she is just always wet?”

  She closed her legs slightly in embarrassment at my comment. I was glad that she knew not to answer my question.

  “Who told you to close your legs, little girl? Keep them spread wide, like you will when I fuck you. Or will I need to tie your legs down so that you keep them apart, giving me full access to that dripping wet
pussy?”

  She lay there trembling. The moisture from her pussy had gathered and was flowing from her body again.

  “Today is all about learning what I like. Every morning, you will present yourself like this for your Sir. Do you understand, butterfly? Speak.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as more liquid gushed from her body.

  I hadn’t planned on either of us coming this morning, but she was clearly hot and ready, and so was I.

  When I told her that she would present herself like this for me each morning, she hadn’t hesitated. I imagined her waking each day and showing herself to me. The image was even better when I imagined her doing it for me in person. I felt my cock press against my pants at the thought.

  “Does my little come slut want to come?” I asked, freeing my cock.

  She was quiet, like a good girl, but I wanted to hear her. Usually I didn’t want my submissives to speak unless given permission, but I wanted to know what my butterfly was thinking. I’d have to change my own rules.

  “Such a good girl, waiting to speak, but it pleases me to hear your voice. You may speak when I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  She nodded and I waited a moment. “Oh um, yes, Sir,” she said, looking at the floor.

  “Such a good little girl, with such a sexy mouth—so fuckable. And your pussy just keeps getting wetter and wetter. You want to please me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you want to come, my little slut, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she groaned.

  I wanted to watch her, to see what she would do on her own.

  “Then come for me, little slut. You have five minutes to make yourself come.”

  I hadn’t planned on calling her a slut so much, but she clearly liked it. Each time I said the word, her pupils would dilate and she would get wetter and wetter. My dick wept at the sight, and I slid my hand up and down my shaft quickly.

  “What if butterfly can’t?” she asked in panic.

  “Let’s not find out. Besides, I doubt a little slut like you will have any trouble coming for her Sir. Four and a half minutes, little girl.”

  She scrambled for her toy and jammed it into her swollen pussy. “Oh, God,” she moaned as it slid in easily. The thick shaft of the dildo pushed wetness out and all over her hand.

  “That’s it, little one, fuck yourself as I would.” I grabbed my cock and began matching her pace. “Oh yes, fuck that pink pussy.” Her hand moved more quickly, holding onto the now slippery dildo.

  Soft moans and whimpers came from her as she bit her lip to try to keep quiet.

  “Slap that pussy.”

  She brought a hand down on her clit hard and fast.

  “Ungh, fuck,” she moaned.

  “Again,” I commanded, and again her fingers slapped her clit while her other hand continued to use the dildo to fuck herself hard.

  “Again.”

  Slap.

  “Again.”

  After four or five blows, she was writhing on the bed, biting her lip hard to stop herself from screaming.

  “Do you want to come, little one?”

  She nodded her head wildly.

  “Come for me.”

  “Thank you, Sir!” Her voice cracked as she screamed out the words. I didn’t take my eyes off her pussy as it contracted around the dildo, squeezing out creamy white come.

  Fantasizing about being inside of her, I groaned as I found my own orgasm, once again spraying the glass between us with my come as hers gathered around the base of the dildo.

  There she was, the sunlight streaming in her bedroom window, her legs spread wide with a dildo firmly in her pussy, and she’d been awake all of ten minutes. I loved that she was so willing.

  “You are such a little slut, do you know that?” I chuckled.

  “Yes, Sir,” she panted.

  “Now get dressed and wait for me to call again.”

  She lay in the bed, catching her breath as I cleaned up yet another mess.

  * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

  I smiled as I watched her flit around the apartment, getting ready for the day.

  I wanted to ensure everything went as I had planned today, so I picked up the phone to go over the details of her afternoon.

  “Von Rhine’s,” Gretchen’s voice answered.

  “Good morning, Gretchen.”

  “How may I help you, Oliver?” I noticed the way she said my name with disdain. I guess I deserved that.

  “I’d like to speak to Trudy about this afternoon,” I answered as politely as I could.

  “Oh, that’s right. We get to meet your new little pet today.”

  The sound of her voice made me question whether or not this was a good idea. No, Trudy was excellent, a professional, and would stick to my instructions.

  “Well hello, Oliver,” Trudy said in a pleasant tone, picking up the phone.

  “Hi, Trudy. How are things at the salon?”

  “Good. Busy. I see that I will be meeting someone special this afternoon,” she replied, her voice light.

  “Yes. She is very special, and the reason I’m calling. I’d like to go over exactly what I would like you to do.”

  “Of course.”

  Trudy and I spent the next few minutes going over the details of Bec’s appointment.

  “Well, that’s it, Oliver. We will take good care of her,” she said, ending the conversation.

  “Trudy, I have one more request.”

  “And what might that be?” she laughed.

  “Keep Gretchen away from her.”

  Chapter 10

  butterfly

  At 11:30, just as I was about to walk out the door, the phone rang again. All that he said was, “Enjoy Von Rhine’s.”

  I had already googled it and had gotten the address to put into my GPS. It wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get there, but I didn’t want to be late. It was uncanny as to how he seemed to know my every move, my every thought.

  After nearly twenty minutes and driving around the block twice looking for parking, I walked into the chic salon. I hoped that my Sir didn’t want me to get my hair cut really short, or styled in some crazy way.

  A woman who looked like a runway model was sitting behind a desk at the front door. She had light blonde hair pulled back into a bun, flawless skin, and piercing green eyes. When she saw me, she turned up her nose like she smelled dog shit.

  “Is there something I can do for you?” she questioned in a voice that clearly told me she really didn’t want to do anything for me.

  “I have an appointment,” I stammered.

  “Your name?” she asked in disbelief.

  My mind raced. What the hell was I supposed to say? My Sir didn’t know my name. Would he have just made the reservation under butterfly?

  “Oh, you must be butterfly,” a tall, thin woman said, walking up to me.

  I nodded dumbly. I was a professional, independent woman, but here, I felt out of my league.

  “My name is Gertrude, but everyone calls me Trudy. I’ll be taking care of you today.”

  Like the woman who greeted me, she had flawless skin, light blonde hair, and green eyes, but instead of looking harsh and cold, she had a friendly air about her. It was amazing the difference a smile could make.

  “Will you please come with me?”

  I nodded and walked behind her.

  “I um, I’m not sure what I’m doing here,” I stammered as we walked down the hall.

  “Oh, sweetie, don’t you worry about a thing. Your Sir has given us very specific instructions. You won’t have to make a single decision.”

  “You know about my Sir?” I asked in disbelief. I knew he had made the appointment, but I didn’t know he had identified himself as my Sir.

  “Yes, butterfly. Don’t be alarmed. We’re very discreet here. Now, why don’t we get you just the way he would like you?” She pushed open a door to a small room with what looked like a doctor’s examin
ation table. “I’ll give you a minute to undress. You may put your things on this shelf, and then put on this robe.”

  It was all going too fast. What did she mean undress? What was going to happen? The confusion must have been evident on my face.

  “Your Sir has many things planned for you today, but he would like me to begin with waxing.”

  I sighed in relief. Of course; it was a spa. I felt silly for thinking something sexual was about to happen.

  “His instructions are no hair from the waist down.”

  Her words registered. From the waist down? Did that mean my pussy too? I kept it trimmed, but I’d never had it all gone, and I’d never been waxed.

  “Is something wrong?”

  Clearly she’d noticed my hesitation. “Um, I’ve never been waxed. And um, when you said everything from the waist down, did you mean my…um…my…”

  “Your kitty? Yes. Your Sir wants it smooth. Of course, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But I will promise to make it as quick and as painless as possible if you allow it.”

  I thought about it, and I really wanted to please my Sir. Lots of women had it done, so I nodded.

  After she left, I undressed quickly and put on what was probably the softest robe I’d ever felt in my life. A few moments later, there was a quiet knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I called nervously.

  “All set?” Trudy asked.

  I nodded.

  “Up on the table,” she instructed.

  The paper crinkled as I sat on the table.

  She smiled. “Like I said, I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Just keep thinking of how much this will please your Sir, and it will be over before you know it.”

  I appreciated her words, and thinking of pleasing my Sir made it worth whatever pain I would endure.

  I lay back on the table and held my breath. Trudy moved my robe so that my lower half was exposed. “Let’s just take care of the part that I’m sure you’re most nervous about,” she said, spreading my legs apart.