I double-checked that everything was ready... the clothespins were on the bed, next to my favorite vibrator. The bottle of lube was close by, just in case, with the phone and his phone number next to it. Yup... it looked complete... almost.
Now for the new addition... I carefully reached for the empty mug on the nightstand next to me, and reclined on the bed, ready to begin. Tucking the phone next to my ear, I picked up the mug and took a sip... of nothing. I swirled the nothing around my mouth and savored the flavor, before swallowing. As I imagined the warmth moving down my throat, I set the mug back down, and let my mind imagine the phone ringing in my ear.
I touched myself gently... running my hands over my stomach and around my nipples. In the silence from the telephone, I could almost hear his voice urgently order, "Pinch them." So I did, rolling the nipples between my fingers before grasping them tightly and giving a firm tug. I heard my breath jump when I pinched, and forced myself to pull harder, knowing that is what he would have said next. I couldn't let myself off any easier than he would have.
So I continued to pinch, pulling the nipples until I gasped with the pain, knowing he would have wanted to hear me gasp. I reached down to feel the warm wetness forming, then clipped clothespins onto the nipples to replace the fingers. The first one was too easy... I didn't even make a sound as it pinched. So for the second, I pulled the nipple out, away from my body, and clipped the clothespin behind the nipple. I squealed as I watched a small pink circle appear on the white skin of my breast. In a few seconds, the sharp pain settled down to a burning ache, and I reached down again. My pussy throbbed, wanting attention, and I imagined his voice in my ear. "Fuck it," the voice instructed. "Fast. Get two fingers in and fuck it. NOW."
