My trainer once asked me if there was anywhere on my paper route that is secluded enough for a morning tryst of phone sex. I knew of a place about three quarters into the route. It was unlit and off the beaten trail. I have been driving past it for the past four months and have yet to see a car, truck, or better yet, a police car. So this morning I told him of a place that was perfect for us. "Good." he said, "Call me when you get there. I'm off work and I want to hear you cumming over the phone." Now this is a relative new thing for me, phone sex. I'm not very much into the spoken word by me; I'm more of a printed word type of gal. But since I have met my trainer, I have learned that the old me needs to be placed aside and to put all of my trust in this man.
When I drove by that spot on my route, I got the most intense cheap thrill fluttering down my spine. You know what I'm talking about, the kind that starts on either side of your shoulders and tingles its way down the spinal cord. It can make you shiver in excitement. I slowed down and looked at the road again. It was still darker than any blindfold I've ever worn. It made my pussy all a tingle and my nipples rock hard. With Carly Simon's song, 'Anticipation' running thru my head for the rest of the route, I hurried home for a well-deserved rest.
All day long, while I was cleaning house, I thought about the next morning. I couldn't stop from thinking about it. I know I could have relieved some of the edge I was working on, but my trainer has forbidden me from cumming unless he says so, and he just loves to deny me. And this with him living five hours away from me. I know what you are all thinking, five hours away, he won't know if I brought myself off or not. But I truly feel that he would know the difference, so out of respect and devotion, I remain under his command. That's not to say he doesn't deny me at all, oh no, he does give me permission to reach orgasm, even at times when he is not on the phone with me. But it is always on his terms; I wouldn't want it any other way. I tried to imagine what he is going to make me do to myself out there, in the dark, all alone, in my car. Will he make me get out of the car and kneel? He has ordered me to my knees over the phone before. He loves the power he has over me even at such a distance. I made a note to myself to wear loose clothing and no underwear. Oh yeah, and one of my vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps, and my small flogger in case he wants me to flog myself. Once again, I'm trembling with excitement. He doesn't know that I will bring these items. It will be such a surprise for him.
As I lay in bed that night, I let my mind wonder again about the next morning… What is going to happen? What fresh new form of cheap thrill is this going to be? I fell asleep with my favorite sleep lure, me on my knees, sucking his cock. He is grabbing me by the hair and pushing his dick further down my throat. Pounding harder and harder, fucking my face. Ah, yes, this is my most favorite.
The next morning, I flew out of bed, got dressed and checked to see if I had everything ready. I headed off to work to bag my newspapers and put them in my car. As I hurried thru the first half of my route, I kept thinking about what was to come. The more I thought about it, the wetter I got. I'm so surprised that none of the male store clerks I encountered didn't even noticed the obvious smell of my heat between my legs. My nipples were getting harder by the minute, and I was wondering if I could hold off from cumming till I reached the spot. Even the radio gods were favoring me, for they were playing some of my most beloved favorites, 'Radar Love' by Golden Earring, "Kashmir' by Led Zeppelin, 'Live and Let Die' by Wings. I was getting even more into the mood.
Soon I arrived at my last stop before the secluded place. I got out of my car to put the papers in the box. My pussy was dripping big time. I stood by my car, trying to see if I wanted to change my mind. Why should I? Whom am I going to harm? So, with a shake of my head to clear out all the negative thoughts, I jumped into my car and took off. The road ahead of me was twisty curvy, and it takes all my concentration. I approached the turn that leads me to the darkened road. I cut off my lights, turned onto the road, and drove about fifty yards away from the main road. I positioned myself so I could see if any vehicle were to come either way. I stopped the car, looked about and saw nothing. Just the total darkness and me. My hands trembled from nervousness. I grabbed my cell phone and set it on his number, the one marked 'trainer'. My thumb hovered over the call button for a few seconds. I was so scared and excited at the same time. This is the beginning of what cheap thrills feels like to me. The shivers down my spine, the fluttering of my pussy, and the sharpness of my breathing.
Throwing all caution to the four winds, I hit the call button on my phone. He answered on the third ring. "Good morning, slut," he says, "what did you bring with you?" Master knows his slut all too well. I told him what I had brought along with me. "Very good, girl," he said, pleased with what he heard. "Get out of the car and drop to your knees beside it, NOW!" I quickly got out and dropped to my knees. The gravel was harsh on my knees. "What are you wearing?" he demanded. I told him that I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, nothing else. He then ordered me to strip right there. As I removed my shirt, I felt a soft breeze across my nipples, stiffening them even more. I then wiggled out of my shorts and knelt there naked. Here I was, outside, all by myself, naked and kneeling beside my car on the side of a deserted road. My head was spinning from both the excitement and the fear of getting caught. My pussy was throbbing like crazy.
