Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  Dear Sir,

  Last night was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. It was exhausting and invigorating at the same time. You made me feel things that I’ve never felt before. I am sorry that I had to be punished, and I hope that I won’t disappoint you next time. I am nervous and excited to return to the playroom today. Even though I am sore from yesterday, I can’t wait to serve you again.

  butterfly

  I read her entry and smiled. I loved how forthcoming she had been, how sincere she was in her apology, and how eager she was to please me. Walking into the observation room, I watched as she picked up the note I’d left for her, instructing her to put on the blindfold and kneel on the floor.

  I gave her time to get in position before opening the playroom door. My cock twitched at the sight before me. She looked beautiful kneeling there, waiting for me. Though her posture and form were wrong, the idea that she was trying to please me was quite satisfying.

  I walked over to her and loved how she inhaled sharply when I spoke.

  “You look beautiful, butterfly.” I fastened the collar around her neck and clipped the leash to it.

  “Today we begin your training. First, we will work on how you present yourself to me. Each time before you come in here, you will bathe. When you do, you will use the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that I give you. You are not to wear perfume, and you may only use the deodorant I provide.”

  I knew I was being particular, but I wanted to be able to smell her. After last night, I didn’t want to smell all of the artificial odors like her shampoo and perfume.

  “I will teach you how to wait for me first, and then show you how I’d like you to bathe.”

  She nodded her head, and I smiled at her compliance.

  “Let me remind you why you come to the playroom, little one. You come here for one reason only, and that is to serve me—to give your body to me for my enjoyment.”

  She nodded again.

  “You will always be ready for me in here, though you will need to be patient and wait until I’m ready to play with you. And I expect you to wait in a certain way.”

  She nodded once more.

  “While you wait, you are to look eager. It would not do for you to pout or look bored. This isn’t about your time schedule. I will play with you if and when I feel like it. Is that clear?”

  She nodded her head quickly, and as she did so, I heard her heartbeat pick up.

  “Now I will teach you the waiting position. You will kneel like you are, but you will spread your legs wider.” I smiled as she adjusted her stance. “Slightly wider,” I prompted.

  When she had moved and her legs were the proper width apart, I continued. “Now, you will sit like this, with your ass touching your feet. Your back will be straight, shoulders back.” I adjusted her so that her pert breasts were now sticking out, nipples pointing forward. “Your head will be down and you will keep your blindfold on. If you are in your apartment, your eyes will either be closed, or you will be looking at the ground.” I finished moving her until she was positioned perfectly.

  “What flower are you on?”

  “Lily, Sir.”

  “Good, then you wait.”

  I stepped back from her and grabbed a sketch pad I had in the top drawer. Using a piece of black charcoal, I drew her. Perfection.

  She sat completely still, with the exception of the breaths she took. I walked quickly into the bathroom and began to run water in the tub.

  When I walked back in the playroom she hadn’t moved, though I was sure she had heard the water turn on.

  “Stand,” I commanded.

  She moved quickly to her feet. I took the leash and led her to the bathroom. When we got there, I removed the leash but left the collar on.

  “I am going to put you in the tub,” I said, picking her up and placing her in the hot water. “Now we clean you, my dirty little girl.”

  I leaned her back and pulled at the cloth of her blindfold. “Hold it in place, little one.” Using my hand, I wet her hair down and then rubbed the unscented shampoo into it. While I massaged it into her scalp, I watched her breathing hitch then calm. Apparently my little butterfly liked this.

  “You will only use this shampoo from now on.”

  I hadn’t thought I would mind the different odors, and I’d even chosen a few scents at the salon, but when faced with a choice—artificial smells or my butterfly’s natural aroma—I’d pick butterfly’s scent hands down.

  After applying and rinsing the conditioner, I secured her blindfold again before grabbing the loofah. “We must clean you to get you ready for me.” I began to scrub her, making her skin pink. “You need to scrub every inch of your body,” I instructed, thoroughly cleaning her limbs. Once her arms, back and chest were done, I moved to her pussy. “Spread,” I ordered. She did so willingly. I was much more gentle, as I knew she was still sensitive from yesterday, but I still scrubbed. Even though she was in water, I could see her arousal as it flowed from her, swirling into the water and then eventually dissipating.

  As I rubbed, she held her breath. “Hold your pussy lips apart,” I commanded, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

  She pulled them apart, and I could see the dark pink flesh that had been covered by her puffy lips. Her clit was purple and swollen.

  “Very beautiful. So ready for me.”

  I stroked her clit gently with my finger. I knew she was sore from yesterday, but I wanted to watch her pussy flower before my eyes. Stroke by stroke, her clit swelled and her pussy opened wide. I knew I should give her time to recover from yesterday, but her body was for my pleasure, and what I wanted was to bury my fingers deep in her center. I plunged them in, causing her to cry out and arch her back in response. Keeping my fingers buried inside her, I curled them toward her belly, stroking gently while keeping constant pressure on her clit. Her breathing was erratic and her body started to tremble.

  “Don’t you dare come, little girl,” I warned.

  She wiggled her hips, but I kept my fingers moving, never letting up. I thought she was about to come, but instead, she took two quick breaths and her heartbeat began to slow. I was impressed.

  “Good girl,” I praised. She continued to squirm, pulling away from my fingers. I understood her reasoning, but I would not allow her to move away from my touch. If I wanted to touch her, I would touch her.

  “You will stop wiggling away from my fingers, little girl.”

  She nodded, unable to speak. Her hands were balled into fists, and she panted loudly as I relentlessly rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy.

  Her little body was quivering, and I was surprised that she held off as long as she had. Part of me wanted her to fail so that I could punish her—I loved seeing her ass pink with my handprints yesterday—but even more than that, I wanted to see her succeed. I wouldn’t make it easy though. I knew how to bring her pleasure, and I wasn’t giving an inch. She wriggled and writhed, but my fingers moved with her. Her breathing was erratic, and she whimpered and moaned louder and louder.

  Timing it perfectly, I pinched her clit and thrust in a third finger. Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, “Come for me, butterfly.”

  Her back arched, her body shook, and she screamed out while her tight, little walls clenched around me. I watched as the come rushed from her body, over my fingers and into the warm bath water. “That’s it, little one. Come, sweetie, come.”

  Her body was completely limp as I lifted her from the bathtub, but she managed to stand as I dried her off. Once again asking her to hold her blindfold in place, I brushed her long hair.

  “Now you are ready,” I said, facing her toward the door. “Keep looking forward but remove the blindfold and go get in the waiting position. Of course, you will secure it again once you are properly waiting.”

  I closed the bathroom door behind her, giving her time to get ready.

  Chapter 25

  butterfly

  No one had given me a bath since I was a
round five-years-old. Back then, it was to get me clean; today, it was to get me ready. And I was ready for him in more ways than one. Sure, he had washed my hair and scrubbed my body, but that only left me more aroused.

  Last night I’d had countless orgasms. It had to be close to a dozen, though it felt like a lot more. I’d lost count when they seemed to be right on top of each other. They all felt great, but as every woman knows, there are different kinds of orgasms. The one I’d just had in the bathtub was one of “those” orgasms. You know, the kind that made your toes curl and every muscle in your body contract and then relax until you felt like Jell-O. Yeah, that was how I felt as I made my way across the playroom to get into the waiting position.

  As I knelt there, I wondered how much more I could take. I was still sore from last night, and while the orgasm I’d just had was wonderful, I didn’t think I could take another night like that. I would never say mum, though.

  I heard the door to the bathroom open and my Sir’s footsteps as he approached. Still, I waited.

  In the silence of the room, I kept repeating, “knees apart, back straight, shoulders back and head down,” over and over in my mind—a mantra.

  Without my sight, I was relying on my sense of hearing and smell. I couldn’t hear him, but I knew he was there—I could smell him. It was difficult to describe my Sir’s scent, other than that he smelled like sheets that just came in from hanging on the line, mixed with a bit of cinnamon and sex. Yes, sex. Those three things combined in the perfect amounts made up the scent of my Sir and it was intoxicating.

  “Bored?” His tone was light, almost as if he was toying with me. I was a lot of things—nervous, excited, sore—but bored sure wasn’t one of them.

  I shook my head, as he hadn’t given me permission to speak.

  “Good, because you will wait longer than this sometimes. I could make you wait here all day if I wanted. That would be my prerogative. You are here to serve me—to do as I wish.”

  I nodded again.

  “What is your purpose? Speak, butterfly.”

  “Sir, butterfly’s purpose is to serve you.”

  “Good girl. Yesterday you served me by giving me your body while I watched you come repeatedly. Today I got great pleasure from watching you squirm and then eventually come on my fingers in the tub.” He paused for a moment. “Now I’d like to admire your body and use it as a canvas. I’d like to paint it with my come. Would you like to wear my come?”

  I thought my heart was going to stop beating. He wanted to come on me? I knew that some women would think it was gross, but I thought it was hot.

  I didn’t move a muscle, even when I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.

  “So beautiful,” he said as I heard him walk in a tight circle around me.

  If I listened really closely, I could hear his hand sliding over his skin.

  “You are such a good girl,” he growled. I heard his movements get faster. I wanted so much to offer to help him, to blow him, to let him fuck me, to do anything other than sit there, but that was what he wanted. Hell, that was what he was getting off on.

  “Look at those tits. They are so beautiful.”

  He was quiet for a while. All I could hear was his hand moving and an occasional grunt or groan. “Oh butterfly, get ready to become a masterpiece.”

  I first heard him grunt and then felt the liquid splatter across my chest. It was surprisingly cool, and I wondered if I was still warm from the bath.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered.

  I could feel a bead of his come slide down my breast and drip off of my nipple onto my thigh. I heard him walk over to me, and although I expected him to use my body, he stroked my hair. It was a simple gesture, but it was a gesture of tenderness. Something soft and cloth-like moved over my chest and thighs, removing his come.

  “You served me well today, my little one.”

  His words of praise made my heart soar. I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my smile.

  “You will wait for me to leave, and then you will clean the playroom and write in your journal again about tonight. I’d like to know what you thought and how you felt while you served me. When you are finished, you may go. The rest of the day is your own, though I will call you before bedtime. Thank you again for your service, butterfly.”

  He removed my collar, and a moment later, I heard the door open then close with a click.

  I took off my blindfold and then sat on the leather couch to write in the journal. I wrote about how, although I’d been nervous, my Sir had not pushed me too far. I told him that I’d enjoyed the bath, as well as telling him how his words of praise had made me feel wonderful. I could feel my cheeks turn pink as I wrote down that I’d enjoyed it when he came on me. I knew I had no reason to be embarrassed, but I was. The fact that I’d knelt nude in the home of a man whom I’d never even seen while he masturbated on my body, made me feel naughty. The fact that I had enjoyed it…I had no idea how that made me feel.

  He kept his promise to call before I went to bed, though he didn’t ask me to perform for him. I was grateful, as my body still ached from the night before.

  The week went by like a blur. Every night, my Sir called me. Instead of climbing into bed and waiting for him to call, I sat in the waiting position at the foot of the bed until the phone rang. He called me back to the playroom on Wednesday right after dinner, telling me to shower and meet him there in an hour. On the bench was my blindfold, along with several other objects. Two looked somewhat like clothespins. There was also what I recognized as a flogger, and I wondered what I had done wrong. I knelt in the waiting position until he entered the room and spoke.

  “My little butterfly, do you remember your purpose?”

  I nodded. I didn’t think he wanted me to speak.

  “Good. And tonight you will serve me by offering your body for my pleasure.”

  I broke out in goose bumps, wondering how he was going to use me.

  “Tonight, I am going to play with those pretty breasts of yours and then use my flogger on your ass until it is pink.”

  My heart started to race. What had I done wrong?

  “Little one, I sense that you are anxious. Tell me what is wrong. Speak to me.”

  “Oh, Sir,” I said, practically sobbing. “What did butterfly do wrong?”

  “What makes you think you did anything wrong?” he asked in response to my question.

  “You said that you wanted to spank this girl.”

  “Little one,” he said, stroking my hair, “you are here to please me, and today I feel like playing with your breasts and turning your ass pink. It is not a punishment. In fact, I think that you just might enjoy it.”

  Somewhat appeased, I waited for him to continue.

  “I am going to put these clamps on your nipples, butterfly. You will not touch them, you will not remove them. If you need them off, you will say rose and I’ll remove them. Understand?”

  I nodded my head though I was nervous. I liked to pinch my own nipples when I masturbated, but having something clamped to them scared me a bit.

  I shouldn’t have worried; when he attached the metal pieces to my breast, it pinched, but the pain was definitely manageable.

  He picked up the leash that hung between my breasts and walked me around the room.

  “We are going to use the horse today, little one. I will tie you to it so you don’t move. Once you are exactly how I want you, I will spank, then flog you.” My heart raced as he had me lay flat on the horse, straddling it, my breasts hanging down on either side.

  “Now, butterfly, I’m going to give you ten warm up spanks, and then I will begin with the flogger. Do not forget to thank me for each one and ask for another.”

  I had just willingly agreed to let a man tie me up and spank me. If it was what my Sir wanted, though, then I would do it. I wasn’t sure why I was so willingly ready to serve him, but I was. I wanted to please him, and if spanking me would do that, I’d endure it even though I was
sure I wouldn’t like it; I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  When his hand hit my ass, it stung at first, but then a warm feeling spread across my cheek and through the rest of my body.

  “One, thank you, Sir. May butterfly have another?”

  Just as I finished, he slapped me again. Ten times I counted and asked for another. My body felt like it was on fire, but not from pain; he wasn’t hitting me that hard. It was from something else. When he hit me the last few times, I could feel my wetness coating my thighs. I was drenched by the time he’d even picked up the flogger.

  I braced myself for the strike, expecting the worst. I even had the word rose on the tip of my tongue, but it never came. He started by lightly grazing my ass with the tails of the flogger, gently sliding it over my body. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers touching me at the same time. When he pulled it back, I thought he was done until I heard the swoosh in the air and then felt it bite down on my thigh. It wasn’t hard, just a gentle sting. I groaned aloud.

  “Flower?” was all he asked.

  “Lily,” I sighed.

  He continued striking my ass and thighs with the flogger. He stopped once to add weights to my nipple clamps, and I groaned in pleasure. Each time he hit me, they would swing, the movement tugging on my nipples.

  The first time the tails of the flogger hit my pussy lips, I squealed and bucked away from him. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was that I was afraid I was going to come. My entire sex was throbbing and engorged, and when he hit it, I thought I was going to explode.

  “Flower?”

  I sat there for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want to say rose, but I also knew I’d come if I didn’t.

  After I was silent for a moment, he said, “Talk to me, butterfly.”

  “Um, it feels too good, Sir,” I confessed.

  He moved in close behind me, and I could feel his pants brush against my thighs. “You didn’t think you would like it, did you? Speak.”