A Simple Phonecall

This is a quick little story in between my longer story, I got inspired by a conversation with someone and just had to write it. This is why I love interacting with readers, they inpsire more stories! Please leave a comment or contact me via the site. Even if it's a complaint!

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"THIS IS RIDICULOUS." said Jane, quite loudly.

In the plus column, she was at home and upstairs so no one would be looking in. She had her phone with her, and it had nearly full battery.

In the minus column, she had her left wrist tied to the top of the bed, and her right hand tied to the bottom. Her chest was pressed into the bed sheet which meant the words "COCK WHORE" written in black permanent pen weren't visible, but Jane was lamenting the fact it would be staining her best sheets, even as she drooled onto them. Her make up had suffered too, although it had started off impeccable (as always) her attempts to remove the ball-gag had smeared lipstick, mascara and foundation all over her face partially obscuring the words "FREE USE" on her forehead and "WHORE" across her cheeks. Yep, the sheets would definitely need to be thrown out, but they'd been a present from Tony's parents. But then again, this was Tony's fault! He'd suggested they "play a little bondage game" and now here she was with her arse on show off the side of the bed, complete with butt-plug tail. That wouldn't be a problem, she had her kinky side and the tail felt good.

The problem was when he'd finished tying her up and writing all over her, he set up her phone, placed on the bed nearby and he went through the door and closed it, her cries around the gag ignored.

He did explain, as he was fiddling with her phone, that he'd leave the phone near her face. She'd be there for a while unless she could get help. Maybe she'd be able to use her nose to dial, if she was really good, though with the gag she wouldn't be able to do much once she phoned someone.

"Damn you Tony! " she shouted at the door he had disappeared through.

Well. That's what she wanted to say.

She actually said "Gamn 'oo 'ony! " and covered the sheets with a little more drool.

She could almost picture him smirking. She pulled hard on her wrist bindings. It's obviously a simple knot - quick to release if she can get fingers on the knot. Or even teeth. Sadly, she can barely bend her arms let alone get her hands anywhere near her face, let alone each other.

Frustrated she buried her head in the bed again and felt the strap around her head shift. After a few minutes of subsequent wiggling and further destruction of her make-up she was able to spit out the ball gag. Hurrah. Tony thinks he's super smart but he's forgotten something...

"Hey Google, call my sister!"...nothing.

"HEY GOOGLE. Call My Sister." Still nothing. Not a noise. Not a flicker.

Her sister would have understood, their regular lunches might be a little uncomfortable for a few months, but it would have been over.

OK. Maybe he was as smart as he thinks. Kinky bastard tied her legs apart, but left her heels and holdups on her body. It's ridiculous - naked except for footwear. Leaving the phone right there seems like a tease. But he must have had an idea for something? She can reach the phone with her face...

The phone lights up as she gets to it, it hasn't locked which Jane was thankful for, but it's been left on the phone app -specifically the recent call list.

"Oh you utter... WAIT...maybe....?" she scans the list "...No. "

No recent calls to her sister. Damn her and those fucking voice notes. They spoke daily but always on bloody WhatsApp voice notes. Could she switch apps to that? It was possible, unlikely - but if she lost the recent call list she'd be stuck here for quite a while.

OK. There were 5 calls on the screen, but only one of them had a name against it, her boss, the rest were just unsaved contacts. A taxi, some food deliveries (they can never find her flat) plus there was a call from her neighbour.

Wait - even if she could get hold of someone what would Jane say to them? She slipped and accidentally shoved a large buttplug up her ass whilst she was practicing her knots in the nude? She didn't even know what Tony had written on her back and her shapely ass - she did know that her pussy lips were quite visible. But he HAD made it clear that he wasn't going to let her out and pissing herself right here wouldn't make her situation better.

So, wait here for who knows how long till she's discovered? Try and contact her sister? Or try and call one of those recent calls with her nose?

Well the delivery drivers were out, they couldn't find her anyway and were always in a damn hurry. They kept changing the routes anyway, so the driver might not be anywhere near, even if they answered. It would have the benefit of being really anonymous though, she'd never see them again - whereas the neighbour would be an awkward nod between them but at least it was a woman. She might understand. They could bond over how men are assholes!....whilst staring at her puckered asshole rammed with a significantly large butt plug tail. Hmmm.

OK.

OK.

OK.

Time to be bold.

Her face bobbed down as she tapped to wake the screen, then again as she selected the number, then a deep breath and she 'nosed' the call icon.

//RING//

//RING//

"fuck this is a mistake..."

//RI...

"Hello?" came an impatient sounding female.

Jane felt her ass tense around the butt-plug, and a tremble nearby in her pussy. Maybe this is what Tony had imagined. Maybe she'd told him about her brief experimentation with girls in uni. Maybe she'd let slip about the one time she had been tied up by the Domme she'd lived with for a term. Or maybe he guessed it.

"HELLO? I haven't got time for..."

"Hey sorry, it's Jane, from across the hall?"

"OH. It's not really a good time..."

Jane took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then went for it.

"Yeah sorry, I wouldn't call during the day except I'm in a bit of a situation. I'm... stuck? I... Look it's embarassing but I'm in my flat, and I need a little assistance and I really..."

"OH! Of course! Yeah we can sort that out. Can't leave a sister hanging..."

"Wow, really? That's so kind. But uh... I sort of need to tell you uh..."

"Sorry, Jane. I really want to catch up but I'm about to go into a meeting in my office. I'm not at the flat, but my boyfriend is. "

"OH, uh no that..."

"I'll send him round. OK! Got to go, late for my meeting. "

"No wait!!" Jane said desperately into the empty phone. She bobbed down and hit redial.

//RING//

//RING//

//"I'm sorry but the person you are calling is not available."//

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" she wailed to the universe.

Jane was panicking but then realised she was ok. She WAS tied up completely naked, with her perky tits squashed into the sheets and her ass impaled, and on display, with various offensive comments written all over her body, and... actually fucking wet... BUT. The front door was closed and locked. That's how she always kept it. So if he comes around it'll...

A knocking sound came from elsewhere, sounded like the front door - but not right.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" came a voice - that did NOT sound like it was through a door.

FUCK TONY! WHAT A FUCKING TWAT. He left her here like this with the door unlocked? Anyone could have come in here and fucked her and she'd have been unable to stop their big cocks from coating her face with their hot, creamy spunk....

"Stop it Jane! FOCUS!" she thought to herself, even as she felt her pussy squeeze and quiver a little.

"Hello?" came the voice again. This time louder? Or, nearer?

"Ummmmm" said Jane "I'm in..." but the "here" was unnecessary as she could look over at the mirror on the wardrobe and see a tall man staring at her.

"Uh, my girlfriend said... you... Oh my. ", his deep voice rising slightly as he processed the sight in front of him.

Jane's entire body did it's best to blush and disappear, but failed completely at the latter and only managed to flush her exposed bum a warm pink.

Regrouping, the man said, "Uh yes, my girlfriend said.. this is no 8 isn't it? You're Jane?"

Jane did her best to nod, still not sure why the bed hadn't done as she'd wished and swallowed her.

"Right. I'm not sure what..." began the man.

"It was a sex game, OK? It started fun then went somewhere else." blurted Jane. "Now I'm stuck here, and I want to get out."

"Did you actually get any sex? Or did you just get tied up?" the man inquired.

"Actually, no I didn't but I'm not exactly sure how that's relevant?!" came the exasperated reply.

"Well, if you didn't get sex I'm not sure it was a sex game, that's all. Just a little detail. I want to make sure I fully understand what's occurring."

"Are you having a...." began Jane, but realised she wasn't in a position of strength to argue here and her exposure was already done. She noticed the man reaching into his pocket and sugggested "oh - no, you don't need to call your girlfriend, she's not available she's in a meeting."

"I know" said the man, and continued to unlock his phone.

"What are you planning on....." she questioned the reflection but didn't have time to complete it before a click/flash answered her question.

"DID YOU JUST TAKE A PICTURE?" she bellowed.

"Yes. If that's a problem, I can just leave?"

A wicked grin slowly rolled out across his face like a storm front ending with a lightning flash in his eyes. Meanwhile, the blush on her face drained as fast as it had arrived.

"Can you untie my hand before you leave?"

"What do I get?" came the leering reply.

"Isn't the picture enough for you?"

"It's a good start."

Jane scolded herself for getting into this position, and for still finding him attractive - though his behaviour had seriously dented her first impression. Her eyes drilled into the mirror on the wardrobe door, but the door resolutely failed to explode and neither did the man. What is his name anyway?

"What is your name?"

"huh?"

"You've just taken a picture of my ass, I think I should know your name?" jane spat, defiantly.

"Not just your ass, nice cunt too. I like shaved. The light looks great with the tail."

Jane's defiance evaporated immediately, and she silently cursed her body's reaction to his tone. She knew this was wrong, and she knew HE knew it was. So why was he doing it, and why was she getting wet?

The man grinned and then said "You can call me 'sir', or you can watch me leave."

"If you don't release me immediately, I'll tell your girlfriend exactly what you did!"

The man guffawed, then replied "Who do you think I sent your picture to?" As if on cue, his phone pinged and he read the message and grinned, typed a short reply, then put the phone away again.

"OK then!" said the mystery man. And turned to leave the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

No reply.

"Hey! Where are you going? Aren't you going to help me?"

"Did you say something?" came a reply from outside the door.

"YES! HELP ME!"

"I can't hear you..." in a sing-song response was all Jane got.

"Help me.... Please?" pleaded Jane.

The man appeared at the doorway again. "What's my name?"

"huh?" asked Jane of the reflection in her mirror.

The man turned away again, walking more quickly this time. She heard his steps recede to the door to her flat. Jane had to learn quickly, or learn to untie knots with her teeth.

"WAIT! PLEASE....? "

The steps got quieter still. A penny dropped in Jane's head, "Please... sir?"

The walking stopped, but there was silence. No reply. Jane felt her body react even as her mind was disgusted.

"Please help me, sir" muttered Jane.

"Speak up, girl" said the man from the bedroom doorway.

Jane stifled a yelp as she hadn't heard a sound since he'd been almost out of the flat. How did he get back there? That doesn't matter now, she just needs to play his game and get out of the ties.

"Please could you release me.... sir" she sighed.

The man steps towards Jane. Closer. Closer still. Closer. He leans over and his hands move along her bare arm to the knot. The simple to release knot. It's nearly over... his fingers move up and down her arm. She looks directly at him, seeing him directly for the first time. He's stroking a particular place on her arm. Glancing down she sees the words "FREE USE" written where his fingers dance.

"I will untie you...." the man says. His hand moves from her arm as he stands up and moves to the other side of the bed. Kneeling on it, he continues explaining "... but first you're going to say thank you. As I'm not sure you'll be as grateful after I let you go."

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE.... ", but he isn't kidding. He unzips his jeans and reaches in to pull out his cock that he immediately puts in front of her face.

"If you bite it, I'll leave you and order every takeaway I can think of from your phone, you'll have loads of people in here."

Jane presses her lips closed hard, but her eyes can't help but be impressed by the thick meat in front of her. It's not even hard and it's already longer and thicker than the last cock she saw - i.e. Tony.

The soft, but slowly swelling cock in front of her face is offensive to her mind, but her body is all for it and she feels her body warming all over.

"Be a good girl and suck cock for Sir".

Jane's mouth opens just a touch, almost reflexively but is unable to close again as 3 inches of thick cock slip past her lips. Usually that would be basically it for Tony with this angle but she feels it press further into her mouth and then start to swell even more.

She wants to object. She really SHOULD be objecting. A strange man has forced his cock into her mouth. Well. Pushed it in. She /did/ open her mouth a little.

She still hasn't said anything. Not that she could say much as, oh god it's getting even bigger, the cock is almost entirely filling her mouth.

A noise escapes her mouth. Jane tells herself it was a grunt of discomfort. Maybe he hit the back of her throat? Maybe it's just her trying to breathe... But she knows she's lying. She's enjoying this, she can't stop it from happening, she's tied and stuck and dependent on him for escape and he's just taking advantage. He's TAKING her. Oh wow his cock is getting even bigger!

"Fuck it," she says. Well. Actually she says, "'uck 'i'!" because her mouth is full of the biggest cock she's seen in a long time. "Quicker he cums, the quicker I'll be free" she thinks and so she moans again, sounding extremely slutty - of course it's all just an act to make him cum quicker. She's such a talented actress that her body is sweating, and her pussy is so wet it's dribbling down her leg. It's just like actors crying on cue, it's not like she's aching to be pounded by this cock that now controls her.

The moans are now staccato as she bounces her face through limited movement back and forth on the cock, doing her best to milk an orgasm from her 'saviour'. He gets the concept and grips the back of her head with one hand and pulls her onto the length. It's about this point that Jane realises that big cocks need to be respected, and she has NOT practiced. Deep throating really is a technique, one that she does not possess, but that's not stopping him. Gasping for breath between thrusts that get deeper and deeper she feels her throat pop and he slides deeper into her face than anyone previously. She feels violated, barely able to breath, short of oxygen, and oh god... her pussy is clenching and throbbing with need. She'd given Tony hundreds of blow jobs but this is truly the first time she has been properly face fucked. Surrendering to his control she just allows how head to be used, even as he gets faster and faster. Feeling him throb in her throat she is amazed she hasn't cum already, when her throat feels suddenly vacant and her body takes the opportunity to suck in as much oxygen as possible. She's barely aware in her hypoxic state of the hot splashes over her face and into her gaping, gasping mouth punctuated by grunts from him.

As she's gasping, her eyes (oh they'd been closed, in pleasure?) feel heavy, hard to open. The light streaming in means it's hard to focus but she looks up to see a cock slightly dribbling cum onto the sheets, and mobile phone being held at the "recording" angle.

"You look even prettier with your new 'make up', " sneers the man.

Jane doesn't immediately know what he means, but when she puts 2 and 2 together, the bright red blush can almost be seen radiated off her magnolia walls.

She feels humiliated.

She feels dirty.

She feels used.

...Abused.

...Objectified.

...Sad his cock is soft now.

"My girlfriend agrees you look good like that, " he continues - then turns the phone around so Jane can see for the first time how she looks. Her make up is a wreck, but the white dollops of cum on her face are clearly visible too. The expression on her face in the shot seems borderline delirious, but also blissful. The shame she feels is now white-hot. And it's translating to an aching, swollen feeling between her legs that needs a release.

She wants to get out of these ropes now more than ever, but only to masturbate furiously. She might not even wait for the man to leave.

Jane notices the reply from the man's girlfriend - he really had shown her - the shame builds, somehow. The message has a few random emojis and "she looks like such a lucky whore. saving that for her pfp."

"Please, release me!" begs Jane, not even trying to hide anything any more, her shame burning her face and transforming into red hot heat between her legs. She becomes aware of the wet feeling on the back of her legs.

"You want release, huh?" says the man.

"NYESS," comes her groan of affirmation.

"Oh you sound so desperate, " he replies, and Jane looks up to see him stroking his cock which is already impressively swollen again.

Jane's mind is fragile now, her body starts to tug against her bounds, and her mouth is open - her tongue stretching towards him.

*click* - the sound of another picture. "That'll look great online."

Jane doesn't care.

"You want to suck my cock again?"

Jane doesn't reply but continues to strain her tongue and body towards the now rigid cock inches away from her face.

"Answer me, Jane."

She doesn't reply but does nod this time. He responds by moving that stiff cock closer so he's slowly stroking it less than an inch from her furthest stretch. Her tongue flicks within less than an inch.

"What are you doing Jane?" she thinks to herself. But she doesn't even know. She's just got a pressure inside that needs release. She wants that cock.

The man moves around so he's on her right on the bed, her mouth tracks after him but he's out of reach. He leans forward and the stiff dick inches tantalisingly close... closer.... closer again. It slides into her waiting mouth again and she tastes the salty goo on her tongue. Her mouth closes around the huge head of the stranger's cock, but then immediately opens her mouth again in a yelp as her bare bum is smacked.

The cock pushes deep inside her face and silences her yelps as he slaps her bare ass repeatedly, making it almost as hot as her pussy.

The hand then roams around her ass and moves closer to her aching cunt. That's the word she uses in her mind, shocked at herself. The exploring fingers then push and twist the buttplug and her crotch explodes with fire. Her mouth is full of cock, and now her ass feels full again, but her pussy still aches.

There's a series of clicks, as the camera goes off but Jane doesn't seem to care. She's gyrating and thrusting to try and scratch an itch that she just can't quite reach.

And now it's made harder as the hand stops teasing her ass, and a moment later her mouth is empty once again.