Mike didn’t hesitate this time.
The memory of his last session with Mistress Lena haunted him for days. The silence, the denial, the way her complete lack of response had twisted his arousal into something far more intense than anything he had ever experienced.
But tonight, something felt different. He wanted more. Needed more. Not just the silence, but her presence, her voice, her control, her teaching.
He dialed her private line on Phone Sex Chatline, and within seconds, the call connected.
“Welcome back,” Mistress Lena’s smooth voice filled his ear.
Mike exhaled, already trembling. “I couldn’t stay away.”
“I knew you’d return,” she said, calm, deliberate. “You’re learning to crave discipline.”
His breathing quickened at the word.
“Tonight,” she continued, “you’ll experience something new. A different kind of submission.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
“You’re home. Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Strip. Completely.”
Mike was already pulling at his clothes before the word was out of her mouth. Within seconds, he sat naked, phone resting beside him on speaker.
“Naked, Mistress.”
“Very good. Now listen carefully. Tonight, you’ll spank yourself for me.”
The command sent a jolt straight through him. His cock twitched in response.
“You’ll learn what it feels like to be punished properly. You’ll count each strike out loud. You will obey without hesitation.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Position yourself. Sit on the edge of your chair, legs spread, one hand free.”
Mike adjusted himself, heart hammering as he placed his hand on his thigh, preparing to strike.
“Begin,” she commanded. “Ten strikes. Firm. Count them.”
Mike raised his hand and brought it down sharply on his inner thigh. The sting surprised him, followed by a heat that spread quickly.
“One,” he gasped.
“Harder.”
He obeyed, striking harder this time.
“Two.”
Again. The sound of the slaps echoed in his quiet room.
“Three… four… five…” His voice trembled as the stinging sensation blended with the throbbing ache between his legs.
Mistress Lena’s voice stayed calm, steady. “You’re doing well. Feel the burn. Feel my control over your pain.”
Mike’s cock throbbed harder with each strike. By seven, his skin was flushed and sensitive.
“Eight,” he groaned, biting his lip.
“Two more,” she whispered. “Make them count.”
His hand came down with sharp slaps.
“Nine… ten.”
His thighs burned. His breathing was unsteady.
“Excellent,” Mistress Lena purred. “You took your punishment beautifully. Now you’ll be rewarded.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Touch yourself,” she commanded. “Slow. Stroke the tip only.”
Mike wrapped his hand around his cock, barely stroking as she ordered, the ache in his thighs fueling his desperation.
“Do you feel how much more powerful your arousal becomes when combined with discipline?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.
“You crave being controlled. You crave being trained.”
“I do.”
“You’ll stroke, but you may not release until I say. If you disobey, the punishment next time will be far worse.”
“Understood,” he whispered, his hand moving slow, painfully teasing himself as his cock pulsed.
“Picture me standing over you,” she continued, her voice lowering. “Watching you, arms crossed, a paddle in my hand. Every time you get too close, I stop you. You don’t come until I allow it.”
Mike whimpered, his body on fire.
“You’re desperate now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped.
“Faster. But no release.”
His hand pumped quicker, slick and aching, every stroke sending him closer to the edge.
“Now stop.”
He groaned, squeezing the base of his shaft, his entire body trembling as he forced himself to hold back.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please… please let me…”
Mistress Lena let him beg for several long seconds, the silence as powerful as her words.
“Very well,” she finally whispered. “Come for me. Hard.”
Mike exploded instantly.
The orgasm tore through him, his hips bucking, warm release coating his hand as he moaned loudly, completely undone by her control.
Mistress Lena allowed him time to breathe, her voice still perfectly calm as his gasps slowed.
“You’ve taken your first true lesson in discipline tonight,” she said softly. “And next time, we’ll go even deeper.”
Mike smiled through his panting, sweat slicking his chest.
“I can’t wait, Mistress.”