Out of the depths of night she stirs, the phone ringing insistently. In that halfway state between dreams and lucidity she reaches for the phone, only half acknowledging it might be for real.
“Hello.”
Silence is her only answer. She swims up from the arms of Morpheus, wondering if it is him, hoping it is him, needing it to be him. The silence stretches, she thinks she hears breathing, she wants to hang up and stop the torture of the silence, but she knows she can never do that, that the chance to hear his words is too strong to resist.
“Get on your Knees!”
That voice, the one she waits for, the one that she always must respond to, sends adrenaline surging. She is instantly fully awake, every cell alive, the blood rushing to her nipples, engorging the lips of her bare pussy. She feels the dew of her arousal already forming. That voice.
On her knees, her ass proudly in the air of her dark bedroom, her face sideways on the pillow, the feel of the sheets thrilling her erect nipples, she speaks. “I am ready”
The voice commands her; she follows unhesitatingly.
“My sweet girl, you know what I need, what we need. Take those long fingernails and trail them between your full breasts, down in that hollow as they sway. Let the nipples feel the enamel on your fingertips, the hard rough surface against your erect, warm flesh.”
“Yes,” she cries moaning into the phone. Her hands have become his tools. She moans and writhes, but always keeps her head sideways on the pillow, and always keeps her ass high in the air. She gives herself to his instructions. Her body responds as she pulls her nipples...pinches them until she cries out in pain…keeps twisting because his voice demands it. The pain is so good…it shoots waves of pleasure down a secret nerve connecting her nipples to her hard clit. Her pussy responds…she can feel it fully open now, the outer lips swollen in desire, the juices streaming out already making her upper thighs moist.
