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”