The King of Phone Sex

    Nancy’s been gone for awhile (some family problems), so when she got back, I planned a whole night for us. I’m not going to cover the whole night, it went on for hours, but I did want share one of My favorite parts.

    I have nancy tied to the bed, completely helpless. She’s blindfolded so she won’t even know what’s coming. I wait for a while, enjoying the beauty of her restrained form, as well as allowing her anticipation to build. She takes a deep breath, and lets it out unsteadily, and I know it’s time to begin. At first I simply rest my hand on her stomach, nothing more. But her breathing quickens regardless. Then I lean forward, so she can feel the warmth of My breath on her left nipple. Then I tahe her nipple into My mouth, sucking on it until it’s a hard little jewel between My lips. Then I bite down on it, hard. A squeal, not just of pain, but of ecstasy escapes her lips.

    Then I release it. She tries to lift it back to My mouth, but I stay just far enough away so that she can feel My breath, but she can’t actually reach Me. Eventually she realises that I won’t take it back in until I decide the time is right, and she settles down. Then I lean back down and start to lick the bite marks, she squirms, but manages to stay down. While continuing to lick the marks I reach down to her bare pussy with My right hand. It’s already moist, and I begin massaging her clit with My thumb.

    Shortly thereafter she emitted a series of high-pitched squeaks, and I couldn’t help but grin at the blatant desire they contained. I moved My mouth to her clit and sucked it between My lips. After a while she tried to lift her hips up into me, and I completely released her and stepped back. She started repeating “No,” over and over again while spasming against the air and I couldn’t help but laugh. After A moment I stopped and said “No?”

    At that she froze, and replied “I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to or- say anything like that. It just-it just, felt so good. I didn’t want you to stop.”

    “So you decided to order Me not to?” I asked softly.

    “No, never that.” She responded quickly. “I wasn’t ordering, Master, never that. I-I was begging. Just begging.”

    “So you’re saying I’m too stupid to tell the difference between ordering, and begging then?” I kept My voice flat, allowing her no clue as to My true mood.

    “No Master, no! Oh please, Master I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you. Please tell Me how I can make it up to you? Please!”

    She continues, but I say “Silence.” And she bites her lip to stop herself. Her tone through it all is abject. Then I notice the tears running down her cheeks. At the sight My pulse quickens. Briefly I wonder if the tears are because of the tension of her deire, or from honest fear that she’s upset Me, or some combination.

    I reach down and wipe the tears from her left cheek, before I pull My hand back she turns and starts to kiss it, sucking her own tears into her mouth in the process. I choose to allow it. “To atone, will require punishment.” I say. now allowing My teasing mood to enter My voice.

    “Oh yes, Master, please punish me, please.” The switch from abjection to joy in her voice and manner are immediate and complete. In this moment she is Mine, as much Mine as it is possible for one human being to be another’s.

    I take her left foot in My hand, and before undoing the buckle I tickle the bottom. She shrieks and says “Master! Tickling is not punishment!”

    “Oh really?” I say with a smile. “Isn’t that for Me to decide?” Before she says anything I continue “But no, that’s not your punishment. That was Me being friendly. Now stay still.” I undo the rest of her restraints, and then turn her on her stomach. After I put the restraints back on I lay My right hand on her right ass cheek. She tenses, I do nothing, eventually she relaxes. Then I raise My hand quickly and bring it back down with a resounding smack. Then again. Then a third time. Now there’s a bright red imprint of My hand. I squeeze her cheeck tightly, and enjoy the sound of her gasps. Then I do the same to her left cheek.

    While I’m squeeziing the left I gaze at the right, and I have an idea. First I blow on it. She moans. Then I start to lick the imprint up and down. The moans grow louder. Then I sink My teeth into her sweet, tender flesh. Now she speaks. She repeats “Oh my, God,” over and over again while banging her head into her pillow. Eventually she says “i’m not going to be able to sit for a week!”

    “Are you saying you want Me to stop?” I tease.

    “No, please don’t stop, please don’t…” But I’d already found a new spot.

    There’s more of course, but I think that’s enough for you. If you really wanna hear more about it, you can always call Me!

    But I do wonder dear perverted reader’s, if you understand why it is that I enjoy the particular activity I’ve just described so much? Not that there aren’t many things to enjoy of course. The power, the pain, other things. But I wonder if any of you have a good enough understanding of Me, to figure out what it is about this that makes it such a particular favorite of mine. I have an idea, a contest. Whoever first gives the correct answer, will receive a reward from Me.

    What reward you ask? Perhaps some free minutes to speak with Me, or a special low rate call. Or both.  The answer is actually a little complex and can be put in a few different ways. Some would be better than others. So the better the answer, the better your reward.

    We would speak through Niteflirt, so you would need an account with them to qualify. If you don’t have an account with them just click through and you can get one pretty easy. Later.

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This club I know about was having a BDSM night, so nancy and I decided to go. Just recently we’d decided to enter into a full-on D/s arrangement, and this would be a chance to be semi-public about it. We had fun, but one of the problems with that kind of thing is anytime you get a large group of people together, there’s bound to be some idiots.

There we are at a table with some friends, like a good slave nancy’s kneeling on the floor, when she notices my drink’s almost empty. so she asks permission to get Me another. I give it, and she kisses the top of My boot and goes to get it. As she’s on her way back this guy intercepts her. I’d noticed this guy eyeballin’ us all night long, especially nancy. For that, I couldn’t exactly blame him since under any circumstances nancy’s gorgeous, and tonight she came dressed to impress. her skirt (what there was of it) was leather, the croptop exposing her flat little tummy was black satin (or something like it)and her honey blonde hair was in pigtails.

Just by talking to her this guy was pushing his luck as far as I was concerned, but I didn’t think he was gonna leave it at that. Sure enough when she shook her head no and started to walk away, he grabbed her arm. Either this guy was a complete moron, or he thought the club was dark enough that I wouldn’t see him. I thought both. My legs tensed wanting to stand, but I held off, I wanted to see how she would handle this.

she carefully set My drink down on a nearby table, saying excuse me to the people sitting there (of course I didn’t hear her, it’s just the way she is). Then she reversed the elbow he was holding driving it into his stomach. This didn’t do much to him actually, but it put him off balance for her next move. her hand dropped down to his crotch and did the gst (grab,squeeze,twist), then her foot went behind his heel (that part I surmised from the results) then with that leverage and her grip, knocked him to the floor. A huge grin spread across My face, she’d done everything just the way I’d taught her. she picked up My drink and headed back to our table. I met her halfway and kissed the top of her head to let her know I was proud of her, then continued on to have a chat with idiotboy.

He was still on the floor when I got there. I actually helped him up. He didn’t even bother to say thanks for that! Somehow I was unsurprised by his lack of manners. I don’t think he realised at first who was helping him. With a big shit-eatin’ grin on My face I said “Feisty isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he answered. Then he got a good look at Me, and I think the trouble he was in started to dawn on him. Rex, the bouncer, was watching us now. We were friends and he’d seen what happened with nancy, so I knew I had some leeway, but I knew I couldn’t push that too far. Fortunately the area around us had cleared, so I had the space I needed.

I said “Of course I’m one proud poppa, since I taught her how to do that.” Then I hit him in gut, grabbed his shoulders, swept his legs and slammed him back to the floor. Once he was there I stepped on his throat.

He was gasping as I told him “You will never touch what is Mine again.” Then I pressed down on his throat to make sure he understood what I was saying. Once he turned a nice shade of purple I took My boot off of his throat and went back to My table. It was funny, I could actually hear him complaining to Rex as he was lead out.

That’s all for now. Oh. there’s still a lot of things to do to get this site the way I want it, so I’ll be changing things almost daily. So keep an eye out.