While she followed his order, he took time to slip out of his own clothes and put his phone on speaker.
“Okay, I’m finished,” she said.
“Okay, I’m finished, sir. ”
“Okay, I’m finished, sir. ”
“Thank you. Now for neglecting to call me sir, you get a punishment,” he said. “I’m not there to spank you, so instead take a picture of yourself n**ed and text it to me. ”
Silence from the other side of the phone.
“Julie?”
“Yes, sir?”
“You have words if this is too much. ” He felt the need to remind her; asking her to take a n**ed picture and send it to him might be more than she could handle at this point.
“Yellow. ”
“Thank you for being honest, kitten. What’s wrong?”
“I know you’re not going to post pictures of me on the Internet. I know t
hat. It’s just, once it’s out there, it’s out there. ”
“I promise you as soon as this call is over, I’ll delete it. I won’t download it anywhere or show it to anyone. If you still don’t want to do it, say ‘red. ’ We’ll say our good-byes and good-nights and have a wonderful day tomorrow. Otherwise, send the picture and we’ll continue. It’s up to you, so take your time deciding. ”
He waited patiently while she thought. He knew he had to give her the time and space to make her own decision. Needed her to realize she was the one who decided the next step.
He’d prepared himself for her to say “red” when a soft chime alerted him to an incoming text. I trust you, it said, followed by a picture of her n**ed from the chest down. He felt the enormity of the gift she’d just given him.
“I’m honored and pleased by your trust, Julie,” he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “It isn’t something I take lightly. ”
“Thank you, sir. ”
“Now I want you on your back in bed with your knees spread. ” He pictured her situating herself. “One hand on your breast, the other checking to see how wet you are. ”
“Wet, sir. ”
“Good girl, now palm your breast, gently pinching a nipple, but gradually and gradually get harder. ”
One day in the future he’d put nipple clamps on her. He had a feeling she’d like them. It was so easy to imagine her in his playroom, decorated for his pleasure.
From the other side of the phone came a short gasp.
“Did you pinch hard, kitten?”
“Yes, sir. ”
“Good. Now, see if you’re wetter. ”
“I know I am, sir. ”
“Such a naughty kitten, getting off on pinching her nipples. ”
“What about you, sir?” she asked in that sultry voice that drove him wild. “Are you hard?”
He loved her playful side. “I’m so hard it hurts,” he said, stroking himself. “If you were here, I’d have you suck my dick to take the edge off. Then just before I came in your mouth, I’d pull out so I could finish in that tight pussy. ”
She groaned again. “I wish I were with you, sir. ”
“You will be tomorrow night. ”
“But your friend will be there. ”
“We’ll have time together, don’t doubt it. ”
“I’m horribly impatient. ”
“Don’t tempt me to withhold orgasm from you,” he warned. “I can teach you patience. ”
She knew he could do it; it’d been on the checklist she’d filled out. It hadn’t been marked as a hard limit.
“I’m patience personified, sir. ”
He chuckled and decided not to call her bluff. He’d already pushed her by having her send the picture. Now it was time for him to reward the trust she’d given him.
“Are you still in position?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. ”
“Good girl. Now take your finger and circle your clit, but don’t touch it. ”
He listened carefully for her sharp intake of breath, smiling when it came.
“Ready to come, kitten?”
“Yes, please, sir. ”
One day soon, he’d have to work on delaying her orgasm, stretching it out so she could take more of the pleasure he had to show her.
“I’m going to stroke my c**k in a steady rhythm,” he said. “You follow along with me, however you wish. ”
He took himself in his hand. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir. ”
Stroking his cock, he started slow. “Now. Now. Now. Are you following me?”
“Yes, sir. ”
“Let me hear you. ”
She followed each of his “now’s” with a “yes” of her own and together they kept up his tempo.