Being away from home isn't great, Dayna decides. Being away from her dog, her bed, her girlfriend, plus being stuck in a plain, beige-coloured hotel room... it's all rather blah.
Shelby the old spaniel probably misses her, and she knows Michelle is missing her. She knows this because Michelle texted her all through her set up this afternoon and then through the excruciating business dinner with her boss and her boss's boss.
Michelle @ 9:21PM: Babe, you need to come home. Now.
You @ 9:22PM: Michy, you know I can't. Two more days of tradeshow and tear down. Then I'm home.
Michelle @ 9:29PM: I did something bad. You're going to be disappointed.
You @ 9:30PM: Are you okay? Is Shelby okay?
Michelle @ 9:30PM: Yeeees everything's fine. But I watched some porn and now I'm horny. And alone. So lonely... You see how this is a problem.
You @ 9:31PM: You scared the shit out of me.
Michelle @ 9:32PM: Sorry love. But seriously, I'm having a horny crisis.
You @ 9:32PM: I'm going to throw you in the garbage.
Michelle @ 9:32PM: Noooooooo! :(
Dayna thinks about her next text for a moment too long and the phone starts ringing in her hand.
"Hi babe, don't throw me away. I'm too cute," Michelle says. Dayna can hear her pouting.
"Fine, fine," she relents. "No trash house for you. But I don't think you should be allowed to come tonight."
Michelle whines. "But babe, I want it so bad."
"Should have thought about that before you scared me."
There's a groan in the background, not from Michelle.
"Are you still watching the porn?" Dayna flips down on her stomach on the hotel bed.
"It's a super-cut," Michelle says, as if that explains it.
"Baby, you're complaining you're too horny but you're watching porn?"
"And touching my flower."
Dayna groans audibly. "Do not call it that."
Michelle giggles nervously. "You know I can't... can't say other words."
"Call it something proper or I'm hanging up," Dayna threatens, knowing her threat is good and her domme voice is compelling.
Michelle groans. "My... pussy. I'm touching my pussy."
"And how are you touching your pussy?" Dayna asks. She knows talking about it makes Michelle blush and stutter. She also knows it makes Michelle wet.
"Umm..." Michelle says, her voice catching. "Just... rubbing my clit."
"I know that breathy voice. There's something stuffed in your pretty pussy. What is it?"
Michelle whines. "I'm not --"
Dayna cuts her off. "Liar."
"The purple one, the one with the fat head."
They have a decent collection of dildos, and they all see varying amounts of use. But nothing gets mileage like the purple one.