He is away and she is left to wonder... Has he forgotten her? Has he replaced her? She thinks not, no one can pleasure him the way she can.
She knows the phone will ring at 3:00. It is his favorite time of day. It is his time with her.
She waits, thinking of him... preparing for the call. She has bathed and shaved...a chain hangs between her swollen breasts from nipple clamps he's instructed her to wear. The cord from a set of anal beads dangles from her ass.
The room is also prepared...candles are lit, the scent of lavendar drifts through the air and his favorite dildo rests on her pillow at the head of the bed.
Her pussy is wet with anticipation but she refrains from touching herself. He doesn't like her to find personal pleasure without him. Every orgasm is to be overseen by him. She is his toy, and his alone.
Finally, the phone rings. She jumps at the sound. She uses the speakerphone to keep both hands free. His voice fills the room, it is deep and raspy and it takes hold of her. She listens, without speaking, as he immediately begins his seduction.
"Have you done as you were asked?" he questions.
"Yes, Sir" she quickly responds.
"Good. I want you on all fours." She does as he says, climbing to the bed and raising her ass to the air.
"Touch yourself," he commands. She reaches between her legs to feel the wetness. She is dripping with pleasure, her dampness running to her thighs. She exhales as her fingers glide against her clit.
He hears her breathing increase and says, "That's it, smack that pussy."
