She answers the phone, knowing who is on the other end. Her voice cracks, as she says "Hello Sir." His voice is soft and low, almost so that she cannot hear what he is saying to her. She strains her ear and hears "How is my horny bitch today?" His voice can get to her like no other, and she feels the wetness seeping from her pussy already, without even touching it. "Your slut is suddenly wet, Sir. You know what your voice does to me." She hears his smile through his words "Good. That is the way I want you all the time my slut: wet and horny, always. And you know when we are not able to talk or be together how you are to keep yourself that way." His instruction for when they were apart was for her to insert her benwa balls and keep them in, no matter what she was doing or where she was. The thought of the heavy balls moving around inside her always excited her, and knowing that it was at his instruction that they were there made her even more wet.
She remembered the first time they met, just last week in that hotel room.
She had knocked on his door, he opened it wearing a black Executioner's gown, his face hidden beneath the large hood, and she almost turned around right then and left. He was very intimidating in that outfit, and she wondered if it were really he beneath it. She then heard his voice as he told her to enter the room, and she recognized the smooth tone. She was shaking, afraid of what was to come, but knew that he would never hurt her. He spoke quietly, ordering her to remove her clothes, everything down to her bra. She knew that he did not like panties, so she left them at home. She turned toward him, slowly pulled her short skirt down her legs, folding it and setting it on the chair. She started to unbutton her shirt while staring at the hood, wanting desperately to see through it, see his eyes as he watched her disrobe. She saw nothing, so she continued with her task, her shaking hands making the job much more difficult. She watched him move toward her, felt her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, then his hand reached out, and yanked the shirt from her body in one fluid movement. She gasped with surprise and was frightened but fiercely excited all at once. She had warring emotions within her, stay or run?
He again spoke "From now on, when in my presence you will not wear any clothing, that way we won't need to waste time on this again. When we go out in public you will wear the bare necessities, shirt and skirt or shorts, nothing else. Understood?" She understood perfectly, and she felt that at that moment she loved him. He was everything she wanted, hard yet soft, commanding yet rewarding. She was anxious to get started with him, so she knelt on the floor at his feet, where she knew he preferred her. Her head was bowed, her arms placed on her legs and hands laid with palms up. She was giving herself to him, even though he still frightened her. She felt his hand on the top of her head, then his fingers running through her long brunette waves. She could sense him crouching beside her, and his hand reached under her chin to raise it to look into the blackness that made up his face within the hood. "The only time I want your head bowed to me sweet slut is when you are awaiting punishment for a wrong doing. You have done nothing wrong, so therefore keep your eyes raised."
She gasped as she saw what he held in his other hand, a paddle. She looked again at the hood, her eyes showing a mixture of worry and understanding. "Yes my pet, you know why I am holding this paddle, don't you? You took way too long in undressing for me, and for that I will be giving you some reminder spanks. They are not punishment, but just to remind you that next time you will work more quickly when I give you a task." She wished she could see his face, know that he was indeed not upset with her, but she would not ask him to remove the hood. "Yes Sir, I understand that I dawdled too long when removing my clothes, and I accept your will, and thank you for the reminder." He motioned her to lean over the bed, her head lying on the soft comforter and her hands spread above. Her ass was high in the air, as she had very long legs and she felt the first whack across her cheeks. She sucked in her breath, and knew what he was waiting for. " One... I will not move so slowly in the future, thank you Sir," Again a whack. "Two... I will not move so slowly in the future, thank you Sir," and so on, until he reached fifteen. Toward the end her voice was getting more faint as she felt the fire lighting up her behind.
