It all began with just four little mysterious words showing up on her phone one morning. This is where our story loses touch with reality. This is where our heroine begins to lose herself, or maybe it's where her journey to find herself begins.
She ignores the text message, figures it is an advertisement or one of her friends pranking her. Her day intones until her doorbell rings. As she approached her door she sees the delivery driver walking away. She opens the door to find a small package. Curious because she doesn't remember ordering anything lately. It's addressed to her, Dawn Michelle, so she opens it to find an silver ring fashioned like angel wings. Underneath is a small card that reads, your correct response is "Yes Sir". She slides the ring on to find it fits perfectly, almost immediately her phone buzzes again with a text message. It reads "Your Service Is Requested".
She replies "Yes Sir"
Sir - Now we can begin, How old are you
Dawn - 45
Sir - Gender
Dawn - Female
Sir - Would you prefer a Master or Mistress?
Dawn pauses here wondering what she has gotten herself into. It's just a text message, so she chooses to play along. She had previously explored being a submissive with a former lover. This might be fun
Dawn - Master please.
Sir - What name would you prefer I call you when I whisper in your ear?
Dawn - Dawn Michelle, Sir.
Sir - And what name would you be calling me while you beg for more?
Once again, Dawn has to pause. She remembers her former lover and loves her dreams/memories of their time together. But since she doesn't exactly understand what is going on she goes with...
Dawn - Sir, I'll call you Sir.
Sir - Do you understand that you're entering into a consensual texting relationship that will also have affects in your real life?
Dawn - Yes Sir.
Sir - Now say it from your knees, Dawn Michelle.
Dawn feels so driven to sink to her knees, but feels silly doing it when she's alone in her apartment. Once again she remembers how her former lover would make her feel and she slowly sinks to her knees.
Dawn - Yes Sir.
Sir - That's my good girl.
Sir - You feel me coming up behind you and my hand caressing over the top of your head down to your cheek. My thumb enters your mouth, and you suck gently on it. Tell me how you feel Dawn Michelle.
Dawn could almost feel his hand on her, her breathing is speeding up and her body is reacting to a few text messages from a stranger.
Sir - If I'm boring you, I can go away.
Dawn - No Sir, not boring. You make me feel good, I love your hand on me.
Sir - You're trying not to make eye contact while you continue sucking on my thumb. Are you getting wet Dawn Michelle?
Dawn - Yes Sir, I am.
Sir - Your nipples are getting hard aren't they? Keep sucking on my thumb, show me you need more.
Dawn - Yes Sir, they are getting so hard.
Dawn realizes that her hand has dipped down to her jeans zipper, the button already undone. She catches herself moaning just a little as she lowers her zipper, her hand reaching inside her jeans.
Sir - I remove my finger from your mouth and walk across the room to sit on your bed. I tell you to crawl across the room to me.
Sir - Your breasts swaying back and forth inside your shirt as you crawl over to me on your hands and knees.
Sir - Tell me what you want Dawn Michelle. Whisper it to me.
Dawn - I want to please you Sir.
Sir - Are you rubbing your pussy Dawn Michelle?
Dawn realizes that her jeans are down off her waist and her finger is buried in her pussy.
Dawn - Yes Sir, I'm so wet.
Sir - We'll address you acting without permission later on... For now you may continue as our story continues.
Sir - Take off your shirt, let me gaze on your beautiful body. Can you see what you do to me. Come over and unzip my pants. Release my cock.
Dawn - Yes Sir, you feel so good in my hand.
Sir - Lay your body across my lap. Feel what you do to me, pressed up against your breasts. I pull your jeans off your ass and lay my hand on your cheek. You shiver beneath me. Tell me what you want.
Dawn - I want you to spank me Sir, spank me for rubbing my wet pussy without permission.
