Over the years I’ve come to realise it’s pretty common for a certain type of guy to contact a woman when he’s horny in order to get his rocks off. They will flirt. Ask for pics. Or even a filthy phone call. That kind of thing.
I’ve been on the receiving end of it of course. It can be a lot of fun. But now I am focused purely on my Philemon, those sort of games with others are off the table. And as I lie here with my morning girl wood it occurs to me that Philemon has not had much training in such matters and probably doesn’t even know he is required to pleasure me remotely or that women get morning wood too. He is still, bless him, fairly innocent. I don’t want to ruin that entirely but there is a profound urge in me currently that needs taken care of. My sub has a job to do.
With one hand beneath the duvet gently stroking my warm thigh, I grab my phone with the other and type him a quick message.
‘Are you awake?’
The reply is almost immediate which pleases me immensely. Good subs do not keep their Mistress waiting.
‘Yes Miss. I hope you slept well.’
‘I did. Where is my kiss?’
‘Xxx,’ he types. ‘Sorry Miss. I’m still sleepy.’
‘So you are still in bed then.’
‘Yes.’
‘And in what order is your penis?’
There is a brief pause as I imagine him checking.
‘Semi hard Mistress. And excited to be talking to you.’
‘And what would he like to be doing right now?’
‘Thrusting into my beautiful Mistresses body. Pleasing and pleasuring her till her juices run.’
My body responds to that! Electric shocks run down the back of both thighs. I feel heat surging at my core.
‘Mistress is turned on by your naughty little notions. Does it make you happy to know that?’
‘It really does. May I ask if my lady is touching?’
I spread some of the slippery syrups over my clit and trace a lazy circle around her.
‘You may.’
I describe what I’m doing and tell him to lie on his back and remove his black briefs. I already know those are what he’s wearing because these are not just my preference. It is my command that he wear nothing else.
‘I am naked now Miss. I am yours.’
Once again energy thrums through my body. I want to mount him. Engulf him. Milk him dry. But he is too far away at present. I must find another way.
‘You may stroke your shaft for me. Recall what it is like to be beneath me. My thighs rising and falling as I plunge you inside. My walls massaging you. My wet flesh adoring my sub. My hand stroking your too full balls. Do you remember Philemon?’
His reply is quick.
‘By God I do! Oh Miss! If only I could be inside you now! Would you let me? I’m pulling back my foreskin. There is precum. He wants you so fucking badly.’
