“Admit it. You want me.”
I’d been using that line on her for over a year and, frankly, had no idea of her age, her marital status, her appearance nor anything else remotely connected with her personal life. It truly boiled down to harmless fun between two people who do long-distance business but have never met and who lighten things up with telephonic flirtation. But one day Patti surprised me. Instead of the usual “in your dreams” retort I’d come to expect, she confounded me with “You’re right. I do”.
Ever quick with the repartee, I asked, “And how would you like me? Skewered, on a spit, sauteed or oven-broiled?”
She laughed and said, “Oh, I think on a spit is close to how I want to see you.”
“With an apple in my mouth and winking at you?” I laughingly asked.
“Not exactly,” she countered. “Forget the apple. I’d use a gag.”
Flustered, my best response was, “Really?”.
It was her turn to laugh. She said she’d been waiting for some time to give me a retort that equaled my wit and that it seemed she’d succeeded. I couldn’t help but agree. That’s exactly what she’d done; stopped me cold. But, going for what I thought was the kill, I recovered and said, “Okay, you want to gag me and tie me up. Does that about cover it?”
“Mmm... not quite,” she said. “I’d abuse you for all the teasing you’ve been giving me since we began talking.”
I laughed and fed her back her usual line: “In your dreams.” It tickled her that somehow the tables had been turned. We ended the call on that note but, as best as I can remember, that was the conversation that changed both Patti’s and my phone relationship.
The next time I heard from her, Patti took care of our business quickly then – changing her tone of voice to a sultry femme fatale mode, asked, “Shouldn’t you be on your knees for me?”
Patti, I thought, had no idea how close she was coming to my fantasy-of-fantasies. But something in the way my voice caught must have tipped her because there was no doubt her question had rocked me. I didn’t quip back, just mumbled a “gotta go” and hung up.
A few days later, I had to call her. The moment she answered, I said “Admit it. You want me.”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “I want you ass-naked and over my knee.”
“Patti! You’re starting to worry me. Any minute now I might start thinking that’s what you really want.”
“Alan,” she countered. “That IS what I really want. I want you at my mercy... and if we can’t meet so I can put you in your proper place then I’ll have to take control of you by phone and e-mail. Tell me,” she continued, “isn’t that really what you’ve been secretly dreaming of? Isn’t a woman who cares enough to dominate you exactly what you want and need?”
There were a few moments of silence because, frankly, I had no idea how to respond. All Patti heard was my stifled breathing. She couldn’t know that the heat in my fevered brain – never mind the physical reaction further on down – was playing havoc with my senses.
A few moments went by before I heard her ask, “Alan?”
“Yes, Mist... ah, Patti,” I fumbled.
“Alan, you almost had it right. I fully expect to become your Mistress. No, don’t say anything. Let’s just leave it for now but if what I’ve been saying has had any affect on you, tell me the next time we talk. Otherwise, I’ll drop it completely. Think long and hard, Alan, and remember, if you decide not to pursue this you won’t have the kind of relationship you’ve always wanted. Oh, and one more thing, did you think for one moment I wouldn’t recognize the writing style of a certain defiant_1 on Literotica? Bye for now.”
She hung up and I just sat there, flummoxed. How could she know that defiant_1 is the nick I use to post my FemDom stories and to chat on IRC? But there was no question, she absolutely did know. This obviously (and painfully) wasn’t a lucky guess on her part. And I thought I’d so carefully disguised myself; that I successfully hid behind my outrageous flirtatiousness. So much for those notions!
I sweated for a few days, alternating between deny-deny-deny or opening up to her. When it became evident that I absolutely had to call her to sort out a business situation, I still hadn’t decided which way to go.
“Uh, hi,” I said, and went into the business reason for my call. Patti took care of it in her usual competent manner and that, I thought, was that.
It wasn’t.
