I When the phone rang, I knew that it must be a wrong number. I'd only moved in
three days prior and the telephones had been hooked up only that day. I almost
didn't answer it but thought better of that idea since I was bored and had
always enjoyed wrong numbers in a perverse way that only family members and
close friends had grown accustomed to. As a child, I'd watched as my Dad would
handle wrong numbers with a variety of ploys. His favorite was to simply respond
with, "Carla?" (or "Susan?", or "Bill", etc.). "Hold on. I'll get her.", into
the telephone. And then, loudly, into the room at large, "Carla telephone."
Whereupon he'd set the phone down and continue with whatever activity he'd been
engaged in when he was, in his words, so rudely interrupted. He'd then wait
until the caller grew weary, the phone alerted him, and then he'd hang it up.
He'd explain to me that he felt the caller should be punished for their
ineptitude and that he felt better for dispensing their punishment by
inconveniencing them as they had inconvenienced him. Dad had any number or
wrong-number gambits and I'd learned them all over the years. One of his other
favorites was to deal with a young lady calling for a young man, with, "I'm
sorry, he's in the shower with Tom (or Dick or whomever) experimenting. May I
take a message?". You get the idea. Like father - like son, they say. Thus, when
I answered the phone that night, I was prepared to carry on the family tradition
and toy with someone's mind. "Hello?" "Bill?" My name's Dave, not Bill! "Yes."
Here we go! "It doesn't sound like you." "I have a cold. How're you doing?" "Oh,
OK, I guess. I've missed you. When did you get in?" "Only a few minutes ago."
"How was your trip?" "I'd" been traveling, evidently. "I made it home in one
piece. I missed you terribly, too." "Did you think of me when you jacked off,
honey?" Ah. A little phone sex, perhaps? "Of course." "Tell me about it." Now
the fun could begin. "You were wearing leather." "Oh my. You kinky thing. Tell
me more." "You put me over your knee and paddled me with a wooden paddle." "Were
you naughty?" "No. In my fantasy, you said that you liked the way that my cock
felt between your bare legs while you spanked me and the way that my butt turned
red from the paddling." "Did you like the paddling?" "I don't know, since it was
only a fantasy, but I do know that I came all over my hands thinking about it.
You had told me to catch the cum in my hands and then forced me to lick my hands
clean afterwards. I pretended that you were there, threatening me with further
paddling if I didn't comply." "So, you ate your own cum?" I could tell by her
voice that she was set back by Bill's admission but it also sounded like she was
turned on. "Yes, ma'am. I say, ma'am because that's what you made me say in my
fantasy." "You never told me you had such thoughts, Bill. Have you fantasized
such things before?" "No. Not really. I think that I was reacting to a book that
I found in the hotel lounge. I'd sat in a booth for a cocktail earlier in the
evening and someone had left it there. It was an erotic book entitled, "Welts,
Female Domination in An American Marriage" by a couple named Gloria and Dave
Wallace. It told of wives spanking and whipping their husbands as part of an
overall lifestyle." "So, you found the idea of submitting to a woman's stern
hand to be arousing?" "Yes." "Yes, what, Bill?" Bill's lady caught on fast! Poor
Bill! "Yes, ma'am." That's better. What are you wearing now, Bill?" "I just got
out of the shower and put on underwear." "Where's the ma'am?" "Ma'am." "Set the
phone down and take off your underwear, Bill." "Yes, ma'am." So saying, I
followed her instructions and picked up the handset, standing in the empty
house, nude, semi-hard, and having fun with this game. "Are you naked?" "Yes,
ma'am." "Is your cock hard?" "Semi, ma'am." "Stroke your cock for me, Bill. Make
it hard. Think of me spanking you the next time that I see you. Think of cumming
on my thighs and then licking it off. Is it getting hard yet?" "Yes, ma'am."
"Would you like to cum for me, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Think of me and my roommate
watching you now as you jack off. Think of her amusement to see my power over
you. Think of her kneeling at my feet eating me while you entertain the two of
us. Think of us both paddling you and having you serve us as a sex slave. You
get the picture, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you close to getting off?" "Yes,
ma'am." "Do you know what you must do when you cum?" "Yes, ma'am." "Tell me."
"Yes, ma'am. You want me to catch the cum in my palms and then lick them clean."
"Exactly, Bill. Now, cum for me." I couldn't believe how much this stranger,
this sexy lady, had gotten into the fantasy. I couldn't believe that I was
following her instructions and that I had every intention of riding this game
all the way. I could hear a whimper escape my lips as the semen spurted from the
head of my circumcised cock and filled the cupped palm of my other hand. I'd
propped the telephone under my chin to free both hands to attend to my
masturbation so my mystery dominatrix could hear my gasp. "Are you cumming now,
Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you catching all of your cum in your other hand,
Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you going to eat your cum for me, honey?" "Yes,
ma'am." I raised my cum-filled hand to my lips and began licking and slurping
its contents rather noisily. "That's a good boy, Bill. Lick it all up. God, I
love it. Why did it take so long to discover this little secret of yours?" "I
don't know, ma'am." "You know that I'm going to carry out my threat - or promise
- whatever you wish to call it. Don't you?" Playing dumb for now. "What do you
mean, ma'am?" "I mean, dummy, that Carol and I are going to have a ball with you
tomorrow night. I can't wait to see her face when I tell her what I've planned.
Do you want that, honey?" "Yes, ma'am." "You get some sleep. I'll call you in
the morning. Bye, baby." "Goodnight, ma'am." After hanging up the telephone, I
felt forlorn. I'd set out to mind-fuck my caller and ended up playing puppet to
her pulling of my strings. I paced the floor, my cock bobbing, still semi-hard
after my ejaculation, and thought about the woman who had just called. I wished
that I knew her name. Suddenly getting a brainstorm, I snatched the telephone
from its cradle and pressed *69, a callback feature - for the last caller - I
remembered reading about in the literature left by the phone company installer.
After only two rings, I heard, "Hello." My mystery woman's voice. Taking a
chance, I tried, "Who's this?" "It's Peggy, silly. Don't you recognize my voice
after only a week on the road? I told you I'd call in the morning. Couldn't you
wait?" "No, ma'am." "Well, you'll just have to. You interrupted me while I was
telling Carol about our little secret. Wait a minute. She wants to talk to you.
You'd best be polite. I told her she'd get a chance with the paddle too." "Hi,
Bill." "Hi, Carol." "That's ma'am, Bill." "Yes, ma'am." "Peggy tells me that
you're going to get your first spanking from her tomorrow night and that I get
to help. I find this just slightly radical, Bill. Is she telling me true?" "Yes,
ma'am." "Jesus. I love it. Here's Peggy." "Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "I told you I'd
call in the morning. I guess that you know you'll be getting extra swats for
interrupting me this evening?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good night, Bill." "Good night,
ma'am." Hanging up for a second time, I was struck by the fact that my cock was
again hard as a rock. Still nude, I walked to the kitchen to get a beer from the
fridge. The after-taste of my own cum, while alien to my experience, was not all
together unpleasant but I was thirsty. I'd never actually acted out that fantasy
of masturbation, ejaculation into my own palm, and being forced to consume it.
I'd often thought about it when I beat off but had always lost courage after
cumming and losing my horny edge. As far as the spanking, it had always played a
role in my fantasies and had been central to the discord in my recently severed
relationship with my live-in lady of one year. At twenty-one, I'd received a
large inheritance from a trust left by my grandmother. I mean large - as in over
ten million dollars! In spite of my assiduous spending on a European odyssey of
debauchery, I'd only dissipated a couple of hundred thousand in the six months
following the birthday, thus following Grandmother's dictum of Never spend the
principal, since the interest from my inheritance provided a tidy income of over
one million dollars a year. My vacation ended in England where I'd met Vanessa,
the lady I thought I'd spend ever aftering with. I'd returned to Boston, much to
the relief of the family bank's trust officers, Vanessa in tow, and moved into a
spacious condo to live the good life. From the beginning, we'd enjoyed a
capacious love life and I should have been happy. I probably would have been had
I not been so curious. "Step Into My Dungeon - Step Into Your Fantasies", the
advertisement read. I'd picked up an alternative tabloid at the book store and
was paging through it while waiting for Vanessa to return from shopping. One
thing led to another and - just for the fun of it, I told myself - I called the
advertised number next to Mistress Wanda's picture. To make a long story short,
within a week, I'd succumbed to Wanda's telephone seduction and found myself
bound over an exercise horse, receiving a blistering paddling from a
leather-clad Dominatrix, my ass aflame, tears coursing down my face, and my cock
throbbing - pre-cum dangling from its end. I was hooked. I had probably been
hooked when I first saw that ad. Certainly, when I was paddled. Undoubtedly,
after my paddling, when Wanda deigned to allow my worship of her luscious body -
fore and aft - with my attentive lips and tongue. Afterwards, I found that the
only way what I now considered as vanilla sex remained enjoyable with Vanessa,
was if I thought of the paddle while fucking Vanessa. Things could have remained
fine with Vanessa and me but I (stupidly) figured that it would be better to say
adios to Wanda and share my newfound knowledge with my lady-love. Vanessa
reacted as if I had told her of a penchant for oral sex with French Poodles or
Border Collies. An incredible fight ensured and within a couple of days, I was
moving out amid assurances to Vanessa that I would continue to maintain her
apartment for her and provide her with a generous allowance. "Too kinky", she
had said. "Sick. Perverted." I guess that she didn't like the idea of having her
own sex slave as much as I liked the idea of serving in that capacity! It was
with thoughts of Vanessa that I finally drifted off to sleep. Thoughts of her in
leather. Thoughts of her in command of me, demanding all of the naughty things
that Wanda had liked. II "Hello, Vanessa? Its Peggy." "Hi, Peggy. How'd it go?"
"Exactly as you said that it would. I still can't believe that you knew the way
Dave would react to my call!" "Tell me." "As you predicted, he thought I'd
gotten a wrong number and he pretended to be Bill. From there, he went into a
kinky fantasy and ended up beating off for me. Too weird." "How'd you leave it?"
"I told him that I'd call in the morning and that he could look forward to
serving my roommate and me after we had paddled him soundly." "Is that all that
you told him?" "I told him that he should think of my roommate on her knees,
eating me, while he entertained us with his masturbation. I told him that I'd
spank him over my knee until he came on my thighs and then have him lick it up."
"Peggy, you naughty thing, you. When you call him in the morning, arrange for
him to be at your place tomorrow evening before sundown. I'll get there an hour
or so before then so that we can get prepared. Did you make the other
arrangements?" "The other guests should arrive around 9:00 PM. Your wedding
dress has already been delivered. Flowers will be delivered while Carol and I
are warming up Dave's butt. "I spoke with your attorney and the contracts are
ready for me to pick up. I'll drop by her office after lunch and have them ready
for you and Dave's signatures. "The attorney said that your contract will be
completely legal and binding; however, you'll of course have to get married
again after you've secured a license and all. The ceremony is to be performed,
as you know, by my sister, who, while sitting as a judge, is kinkier than I."
"Thanks, Peggy. I wouldn't be able to pull this off without you. I'll see you
tomorrow evening. Have a good time with Dave and leave some for me. Understand,
I simply want him to be warmed up a bit. I'll see to his initiation, in front of
our guests, after the ceremony." "Good night, Vanessa." III Vanessa and I have
been married now for over a year. A lot of guys would say that I'm nuts to obey
and serve my wife but we're happy as clams. Neither of us works - my inheritance
gives us the freedom to simply live life to its fullest. Peggy and her new
husband spend a good deal of time at our country estate along with several other
like-minded couples, enjoying the privacy afforded by our 1,000+ acres of
woodland, No Trespassing signs, and miles of chain-link fence. The ladies, for
their part, enjoy having more than one attentive husband to serve them, from
fetching them food and drink to more intimate tasks - bathing and massaging
them, sexually serving them, and submitting to their every whim - to include, of
course, the infliction of corporal punishment. We men acquiesce to such
treatment because well, because we find something appealing about being a sexual
slave to a group of attractive, highly sexual women. Go figure.
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