I sit down on a kitchen chair and look at my list of times and then at the clock on the microwave. It's 10:45 now. I didn't realize I had been sitting here for 15 minutes, blank, wet, and still aching. In 15 minutes, I'm supposed to start my chore of masturbating, per your dictate. You'll be calling to make sure. I wonder for a moment if I can pull off faking it. Then I realize that I'm not that good... and I did ASK for this. I heave a sigh and stand up again, slowly making my way the short distance to our bedroom. It occurs to me I'd better change the sheets before I fall asleep tonight. I'm sure you won't be thrilled going to bed in a sopping puddle that I'm certain will be there after I'm done, despite the hours between my final session and your return home.
I wonder what I'm supposed to do with the last two. There's only a fifteen minute gap.. how long am I supposed to go? Then I realized that it doesn't matter. My pussy is raw and in need. I flatten out the bedding, not having bothered to dress in the short time you've been gone, stretch out next to my dildo, my phone and the paper. I can feel the blood start to rush to my tits, making them swell with anticipated desire. Of their own accord, my too sore nipples start to perk and tighten. I sigh a small moan.
I look at my cell phone β 10:55. Where on earth is the time going? My heart starts to beat in my chest and I can feel my blood slow down and start to burn under my skin, bringing all my nerve endings alive. Five minutes to go and my pussy is already starting to drip. I dare not touch myself until 11. Not even my hard nipples. I struggle to control my breath and keep some measure of calm.
The entire bed seems to vibrate as my phone rings in it's silent mode. My heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest as the sound and feel of it makes me tremble. I answer in the middle of the second "ring", making sure it's you.
"Hi... " I say quietly.
"Start." Your voice commands.
I squish the phone between my shoulder and chin and grab the dildo and very gingerly shove it into my waiting and open pussy. I moan into the phone, the position awkward and uncomfortable, but I know I soon won't care.
"Fuck your pussy like it's my cock and finger your clit like it's my tongue. I want to hear your cunt, I want to hear how wet you are!" This isn't a request. I put the phone down as close to my fuckhole as I can get it, slowly sliding in and out, my finger rubbing my immediately hard clit, my body tense and waiting. I hear muffles sound coming from the phone and stop long enough to grab it and bring it back to my head...
"Yes Sir?" I moan as I say it, my body weak with need for you.
"Put me on speaker. I want to hear MY cunt and your begging... and I want to make sure you can hear me command what to do with MY pussy. You do know it's mine, don't you?"
I groan again and shiver, hearing you talk like this. You've never used words like this before nor had such a demanding and hard tone. I'm ready to cum immediately, but I clench my teeth and make myself hold back. I know I'm not close enough to please you.
"Yes Sir". I push the proper buttons on the phone and put it back near my twat and continue with my self-torture. You start to speak into the phone, the internal microphone making your voice distant and booming, only lending to it the ultimate sense of ownership of my actions and body.
"Feel my tongue sliding around on your clitoris, baby. You feel it? You feel my wet, hard mouth sucking and nibbling on your pussy? You want to cum, don't you, sweet?"
"Oh god.. " the words are almost inaudible, but you do hear them, along with the gushiness that my cunt is becoming. My nipples hurt. I need you to suck them and make the ache disappear.
"Pinch your nipples... I want you to see stars .. I'm biting them, licking the tips with my tongue now and my cock is sliding in you... faster... every stroke sliding against your nub, stroking it to fullness...!"
I'm panting now. I can feel the very rim of the cave that is my orgasm. Panting, twisting and moaning as I fuck my own body into oblivion.
"Uhh.. Ooh! Aaargh...!" The sounds are now just gutteral animal noises.
"I swear, if you fucking cum, you WILL regret it!!" You shout at me through the phone.
"Noo! Please.. Master..?!" I beg imploringly, my body beginning to shudder, so close... it's happened so fast that I'm truly not going to be able to stop myself if I keep going. I'm going to cum... my cries of impatience and frustration while the phone is silent are loud even to my distracted senses.
"Please!!!!???" I beg again, my voice as tortured as my throbbing, dripping cunt. My clit is so fucking hard and so sensitive after early that it's taking next to nothing to get me to this point.
"STOP!"
"NO! God, please no.. don't make me stop!!" I'm crying in earnest now, tears running down my face, my legs shaking with the effort to hold back. I let go of the dildo and take my hands away from my tits and cunt, shuddering almost epileptically needing to let go of this tension so desperately. I think I might faint. But I'm not the fainting type..
I realize after a second that my phone is dark and silent. You've already disconnected. My body convulses and I don't move, allowing the weight of the dildo to cause it to fall from my super-slickeness. My breasts are so swollen and pink from the internal tautness and increased blood flow, mimicking every aspect of my pussy. I can't stop shaking.
Slowly, I get the phone and look at it. I know I won't be moving from this spot for the night. So much for making the bed. It's 11:15. A fifteen minute call. It then dawns on me... he's going to be calling in between job cycles which, depending on what's due, run anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes... and the last two.. his "lunch" break! A full 30 minutes!!! I lean back again and moan loudly.. this time, not in pleasure but dread.
I'm not going to get through 30 minutes of this! No way! I'm already exhausted, despite my need to be fucked. Good lord my pussy aches. All I want is to cum and go to sleep. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and I lay back and close them... just for a minute.