Something inside me felt awakened and aroused by my experience on the sex phone line. It was as if I finally got a second chance to make up for my mistakes with my previous Dominant. If he gave me one more chance I would do so much better I had repeatedly told myself, and while he never offered me that chance, this new suitor was offering me an opportunity to prove my worth.
“Hello” I tried to purr in a sexy voice over the phone but a nervous giggle escaped me. I grabbed a clump of hair from right above my pussy and yanked it hard, silently punishing myself by that verbal mistake until my mouth winced in quiet discomfort.
“Hello Susan.” His voice was like warm smoke and it filled my room with a dignified urgency that had me ready to say yes to just about anything over our phone sex chat.
“Hi Paul… uhm… may I call you Paul?”
After my fumbling from the start I settled into the conversation about our jobs and hobbies, what foods we liked, movies. I could see myself dating this guy, maybe even a relationship – but that wasn’t what I needed primarily. What I needed was to used hard by a man who understood my place in the world.
Then as if he could read my mind he asked, “Susan when was the last time you were tied up?” My clit was throbbing. “Oh my goodness” I sighed.
He just chuckled. “I can hear it in your voice. You know that bar downtown, Gatsby’s? I’ll be there Saturday at 10:30 and you’ll be there at 10:15, miniskirt with no panties and your pussy better be wet and ready for some action. I’ll be checking your snatch the moment we meet.” He didn’t wait for a reply, he didn’t have to, he just hung up and disconnected from the sex phone line and I glared at the phone, stunned. What an arrogant prick! No way was I gonna meet this asshole. Let him sit there all night waiting for me. Fuck him.