My heart leaps as my phone's shrill ringtone goes off. I glance at the caller ID.
It's him.
I take a few deep breaths before answering the phone.
"Hello?" I squeak out. Shit.
There's a low chuckle from the other end.
"Hello princess," he breathes, "did you really think you could give me your number and not have me call?"
His voice is different than I had imagined, but in a good way. He speaks in a soft tenor, with a soothing vocal pattern. Already, I find myself relaxing as I listen to him.
"Hi daddy," I respond softly, my voice high and hesitant. "I thought you might, I just didn't expect you to call so soon."
We met on a dating app a few months ago, but had stuck to messaging for a long time. I had only just given him my phone number earlier in the day, when he called.
"Well, I can't give you warnings all the time, now can I?"
I shiver. Something about the timbre of his voice just cuts to my core. He had a devious tone, and whatever it implied excited me.
You may be wondering, "What's the worst he could do over the phone?" Well, the answer is a lot. Daddy was the first person I ever told about my hypnotism kink, and although at first it seemed like it wasn't his thing, he suddenly started asking how he could go about putting me in a 'vulnerable state' - his wording, not mine. Then he started sending me sentences to test them out on me, asking if I think they could work if he were to make a tape for me to listen to. He found a few ones I thought seemed really effective, but we both agreed they would be more effective if I heard him. That's when he called, and now here we are.
"I suppose not." I settle more into my bed, laying down on my back.
"What are you wearing?" He cut straight to the point.
"Um..." Should I lie and say something sexy? No, I hit my dab pen only a few moments ago, I'm a little high and can't think of anything good to say quick enough. "A blue tank top and fuzzy pajama pants. Oh, and red lacy panties." My face is bright red by now, and I'm grateful he can't see me through the phone.
"Cute. Hmm..." He pauses. Then, "I want you to take everything off."
His tone leaves no room for argument.
"Yes daddy," I breathe, already pushing my pants (and panties) off. I set my phone down on my bed and slip my tank top over my head. I lay there, spread eagle and naked, before picking the phone back up and uttering a soft, "done."
"Good girl," he purrs. I shiver at the compliment. "Not feeling as bratty as usual today, baby girl?"
"I decided being good would be more fun," I answer with a giggle. He chuckles with me, his deep laugh rolling through my head smoothly.
"That's right, kitten. Because you know there's nothing better than listening to daddy, and letting him do the thinking for you."
I let his soothing voice wash over me, knowing what he was trying to do and happily helping him succeed. My eyes flutter shut as I breathily answer, "Exactly."
"Well someone's feeling particularly open tonight, isn't she?" He asks, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. I mumble a small "mhm," and he laughs.
"Good, that's exactly how I like my good little girl." There's another pause. "So vulnerable, so ready to just listen to daddy's voice. To listen as he tells you what to think. Just focus on my voice, let any other thoughts just wash away. Daddy knows what's best for his little girl, so his voice is the only one that matters. Isn't that right, baby girl?"
I barely register his words enough to answer with another "mhm," but my subconscious manages it. My weak answer elicits another delicious chuckle from the other end of the line.
"That's right, daddy knows best. So just relax and listen, darling. Listen to my voice and let me do the thinking for you." He pauses before continuing, "Why don't you trace your right hand up and down your body, princess? That would feel so good on your sensitive skin."
He's right, and without me even realizing it, I begin to run my fingers along my stomach and back up to my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps their wake. I shiver slightly, but don't verbally respond.
"I don't even have to ask, I know you're doing as I said, aren't you, good girl? You love listening to daddy and following his orders. It feels so good to do as you're told, doesn't it?" I moan in response, barely processing his words but still understanding enough to answer.
"I bet your pussy is already dripping." He's right, I can feel my wetness pooling. It's killing me not to let my fingers drop down between my legs and rub my clit, but he didn't tell me to do that, so I can't.
"You want to touch yourself so badly, don't you princess?" My quiet moan must have given me away, because he let out another chuckle. "Not yet, what fun would that be?"
I pout, and I know he can hear it. "It would be fun for me," I whine.
"Poor baby, you can wait. Do NOT touch your pussy." His voice turns sharp, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs. I let out a wordless whine, but obey.
Daddy pauses, listening to my breathing. He takes my lack of moans as a sign that I'm following his instructions and continues smugly.
"Good girl, doesn't it feel so good to listen to daddy? You love to let daddy think for you, hmm?"
