The phone rang

The Phone Call

The phone rings. Its shrill tone breaks the silence of the room, the soundwaves ricochet off the walls. Melissa stares at it as it rings again. She bites her lip and reaches for it; she knows it will be him.

His deep, commanding voice echoes down the line.

“Hello my dear,” he says. “How are you?”

“I’m fine thank you William. I was waiting for your call.”

This is the start. It is the same every time he calls. She closes her eyes, lies back on the bed, and listens to his voice as it washes over her. They chat about mundane things initially, but eventually the tone of the conversation changes. She now says very little to him but listens intently to what his hypnotic voice is saying. His pitch lowers so that she has to strain to hear him.

His voice excites her but it is his stories that make her mind whir and draw her to him. He describes the events to her and she lives them out in her mind, so close to reality that it is frightening. He begins;

“I place a call to your home and we agree to meet. You come to my hotel. We are going out for dinner and you are dressed formally in an evening gown. Just as you knock on the door of my room, I answer, opening the door wide and inviting you inside. We exchange greetings quite formally as this is the first time we have met face to face. You are nervous, yet excited.”

Melissa sighs as the picture fills her brain.

“I offer you a gift, bought especially for you on my travels. Smiling, I pass you a small box and you open it. You gasp and your fingers begin to tremble as you look at it. You pick it up in nerveless fingers looking from it to me and back again.”

“It is a leather choker, very much like a collar. Your fingers are trembling so much that you cannot unfasten the clasp so you hand it back to me with a beseeching look on your face. I unhook the clasp and place it around your throat, and fasten it at the back of your neck. My fingers brush gently against your skin and you gasp. I feel your body stiffen then relax. You have realised the implication of the choker. We have talked of such things many times. I require your total surrender and will accept nothing less.”

“My hands go to your shoulders and turn you around. “Kneel,” I say, and you comply unquestioningly by kneeling at my feet. I lower the zipper of my trousers and watch as your eyes widen at my actions yet you remain silent. I smile as I free my cock and rub your face with it. I hear you sigh as I drag the tip of my hardening cock over your lips. You open your mouth and I thrust myself inside you, my fingers running into your hair, holding you close to me. My cock goes down your throat, you gag and start to struggle, I pull out and let you breath again. I do it again, you have no choice, you belong to me. Again, I push so far into your throat that your nose is pressed into my pubis. You can smell the scent of my arousal. It arouses you also.”

“Pulling out as if nothing had happened, I tuck myself back into my pants. I smile in satisfaction, your eyes are glazed and you are confused at my sudden withdrawal. “We need a glass of wine,” I say, as I place a finger under your chin and with gentle pressure, lift you to stand in front of me and I kiss you deeply. When I release you, you move unsteadily away to the bar and pour a glass of crisp Riesling for each of us, trying to regain your composure and some of your control. I watch you knowingly, I know what you are feeling, I can see it in your body language. I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Walking up behind you, I stand and press my erection into your buttocks. You press back hard against me and I wrap my arms around you and hold you tight in a vicelike grip. Your legs are shaking as I pull your skirt up over your hips and slide your panties down your thighs to the floor. As you are stepping out of them, you tremble when my finger traces over your hot wet slit under your gown. You hear the zip on my pants lower again and feel the tip of my cock slide over your pussy. I push inside you. Inside you are very wet but outside is still a little dry so there is discomfort, however not for long. I thrust into you a number of times, listening to you moan, feeling your building excitement. Then I stop yet again and pull out. You whimper as I whisper in your ear, “ I am going to keep you in this state all evening, totally sexual, on the edge, ready for me.” Your hands smooth down the outside of your dress as you try to settle yourself; it is futile to try.”

Melissa listens to his enthralling voice as her heart begins to beat faster. Her hand moves to her cunt as his words spill out into her ear. She is feeling strangely relaxed, it is happening again. Her body feels heavy as if the mattress is about to swallow her up. She stirs sufficiently to wonder whether he is indeed hypnotising her with his words or is it her imagination that is going wild. It is of no consequence to her, the pleasure is too great to deny, she does not want him to stop it is too delicious. She moans softly as he continues;

“We head down to the restaurant. In the lift we kiss, I touch you delicately so that you are barely aware of it. With every intentional and possibly accidental touch of my body to yours, I can feel your excitement building. We enter the restaurant, I pull out a chair for you, and you sit. As your buttocks press down onto the chair, you realise that you do not have panties on and you gasp as you stare at me. It dawns on you that I removed them earlier. Again, I smile at you knowingly and sit down next to you.”

“Under the cover of the tablecloth, my hand finds the hem of your gown and snakes up under it. My fingers go straight to your pussy and feel how wet you are. You look at me wide-eyed. You have no idea what I shall do next. You glance quickly around the room at the other diners, has anyone noticed how flushed you are? Anyone could see us if they chose to look hard enough. You find it incredibly exciting that I can do this to you. I remove my hand suddenly; you will not find release just yet. You whimper again at the frustration from the loss of my touch.”

“Your nerves are on edge and your anticipation is great. My thumb quickly brushes over an erect nipple, you are unsure whether I actually touched you or was it your imagination? You have given me total control, yet strangely you have gained a freedom in your relinquishment. Your mind is going deeper into an altered state, where your body and its responses are heightened. You are noticing every little nuance in the ambience of the room and your reactions to my behaviour, the way your nipples have hardened into tight pebbles, the smell of the flickering candle on the table, the way the light plays off my raven black hair as I watch you intently. You are totally sensual; you ooze sexuality from every pore. You are unaware of how beguiling you are, that is a great deal of your appeal for me. It is your mind that I really want, and with it the gift of your body.”

“I order the meal for us and watch the way you pick up the oysters off your plate and tease them from their shell with your tongue. It is highly erotic. I watch in fascination as you suck one slowly into your mouth, savouring its fresh from the sea flavour before it is gone, sliding down your throat just where my cock had been earlier. You do it again and yet you are unaware of how captivating your movements are. The other male diners in close proximity are now aware of you, the slightly glazed look in your eyes, the tight nipples beneath your gown clearly visible, the pink glow to your skin indicating arousal. You even smell of sex.”

Melissa’s hands rove over her body as his words delight her. She is halfway between wakefulness and sleep, yet she is not tired. Her body is alive as never before, tingling with excitement yet languorous at the same time, utterly bizarre. It is his voice. He pushes her subconscious to the fore and it is that which is now responding to his words, the conscious part of her brain still there but relaxed to the point of stupor. The sensations are intensified; it is intoxicating. She masturbates while she listens to his voice take her deeper.

“I let you have a couple of glasses of wine to relax you further as we finish our meal. All the while, I have been gently touching you, your hands, your face, your hair, your legs. You skin is burning from my touch; you are wet between your thighs in anticipation of my total possession of you.”

“I rise from my seat and take your hand, leading you out of the restaurant to my hire car. In the carpark, I turn you to face me and press you up against the passenger door. You can feel the ridge of my arousal grinding against your pubis. You press into me seeking more contact. Up a hand slides to cup your left breast, kneading it with firm strokes as you moan against my ear. I slide the strap of your gown slowly off your shoulder to expose the swell of your milky white orb. Kissing a trail down the column of your neck only stopping briefly to nip at the pulse point at the base of your throat, I continue slowly downward until my mouth rests against your burgeoning nipple. Your hands fist in my hair pulling me onto you as my teeth bite down against your flesh, the sizzling sensations shooting through your body making you quiver.”

“Detecting a movement behind me I cocoon you in a tight embrace hiding you from prying eyes. You look at me again dazed and confused and totally malleable. “Time to go,” I say.”

“We take the car down towards the beach and park in a deserted area just next to the dunes. I take your hand and guide you out of the vehicle and out into the night. The stars of the Southern Cross are shining down on us, the evening sky is black but lit with the twinklings of a myriad of stars. Your hand is small and helpless in my grip. It flutters like a trapped bird when I squeeze it gently. We kick off our shoes as we walk down to the waters edge. The sand is still warm from the heat of the day, something I have not felt before, having come from a cold climate. I am as entranced by it as you are. We stroll along the beach for a little way. You are nervous, you don’t know what I have planned, but you are also excited. The cooler evening air brushes against your pussy beneath your gown reminding you of your nakedness and my part in that. I stop and kiss you passionately by the shore of the Indian Ocean, the breakers rhythmically crashing against the sand in unison with the thrusts of my tongue in your mouth.”

“Back to the car, we wander. You touch the gleaming moonlit metal and sigh as I step behind you. I press you up against the bonnet of the car, lean you forward and hitch up your skirt around you waist. My fingers find your wet slit and stroke you there briefly. You moan against your arms as I press my belly against your buttocks, rubbing my arousal in the cleft of your cheeks, feeling your dampness seep to the fabric of my trousers. You whimper as I pull away only to gasp as I thrust my swollen cock into the valley between your buttocks. You are so hot and wet. Your excitement has been barely contained all evening. I slide my cock across your wet folds, back and forth slowly gathering your moisture for what I really want to do. You do know what it is, don’t you Melissa?”

Melissa hears his question through the fog in her brain. Her clit is on fire from all the attention she has been giving to it. The picture his words portrayed firmly grasped in her mind.

“Oh, yes,” she sighs.

“Good my pet, you please me well.”

“I feel you relaxing more as the head of my cock finds your ass and slowly slips inside. Your intake of breath inflames me more.”

“Are you mine?” William asks. “Are you my slave? Will you give me anything I want? Your total surrender?”

“Oh yes…” She pants. “Anything you want...”

“Then come for me Melissa, come for me. Come for me as I thrust into your tight ass, filling you totally. You are mine! Come for me!”

Melissa’s fingers work frantically and the magic words fill her mind and go exploding through her body in an orgasm so fierce she nearly passes out. Her heart is racing and the beads of sweat on her forehead pool to form a slow trickle down her temples. Breathing heavily, she lies replete on her bed, stunned by the intensity of the sensations she has just experienced. His voice continues in her ear.

“I want you to come down now Melissa, back to a calm state. You are in control again. Make the transition between the altered state and this one smoothly. You are fully awake now, alert yet still responsive to my voice. Tell me how you feel…”

She sighs out breathlessly. “ I feel weightless, almost light-headed but incredibly relaxed. You do such strange things to my mind and body, it’s wonderful. Oh William, that was incredible, thank you.”

She can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Until our next call then Melissa, think of me. I may call you from the airport, or maybe my hotel room, but I’ll be waiting for you.” He said, as the call disconnected.

“Oh my God,” gasped Melissa. “ What if he means it?”

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