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He'd told her to call around 8. She'd been eyeing the clock for almost an hour, watching the minutes tick by, minutes that felt like an eternity. She'd talked to him only a few hours before and yet she craved hearing it again.

She didn't know what turn the call tonight would take. She thought it might be a chance for them to share some intimate time together. She'd of course be thrilled just to talk, of nonsensical things, of important things, anything ... time with him was so very precious. What they did, what they talked about truly didn't matter. But she felt she should prepare a bit anyway, so she would be ready for him if he wanted her.

So prepare she did. She undressed, slipping on just her short black robe, thinking of the time she'd spent with Him in person in that very robe. Her fingers brushed the gold chain at her neck. The chain he'd given her during their first time together. The chain she wore during all of their most intimate moments. The chain that held such deep meaning for her. The chain she'd been wearing for almost a week now, having needed to feel him close to her during what have been a troublesome week.

She grabbed the wooden paddle-type hairbrush from it's place on her antique dressing table before she left her dressing area. The next stop was the bedroom. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a vibrator and a dildo, toys he most often asked for her to use. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should take anything else. She could always come back up if he wanted. Down the stairs she went.

She laid a soft blanket out across the wood floor, again preparing in case he wanted her tonight. She knelt for just a few minutes, gathering her thoughts, remember moments they had shared. He hadn't asked her to prepare. She had no idea if she needed to, but she loved these moments by herself when she filled her mind and heart with only him. Standing, she moved to the couch and curled up. She dialed the phone with slightly trembling fingers....

His voice filled her immediately. They spoke of various things ... what they'd been doing since they last spoke, how long each of them had to talk, and others ... and then he asked the question that made her heart skip a beat. "What are you wearing?"

"Just my robe," she said a bit shyly. She knew that he begin to realize she has prepared, hoped even, that he might use her tonight.

And then ... "Did you bring any toys down with you?"

She could feel her cheeks blush bright pink as she told Him she had. "i like to be prepared," she joked.

Then she heard the change in his voice as he said her name. As always, she suddenly couldn't breath. She was immediately immersed. Filled with him and only him. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.

"What did you bring down?"

She giggled nervously, "The brush of course, and a vibrator and dildo."

"Describe the dildo for me," He prompted. He could practically hear her squirming.

"i ... i can't ... it's ummm about 8 inches." She thought she couldn't blush much more. She was wrong.

"8 inches? In what way?" He asked.

She could hear the grin in his voice, could picture it. "8 inches long. What else..."

He cut her off, "What is it shaped like?"

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, laughing a bit. She wasn't sure she could answer.

"A cock," she squeaked.

He mimicked her squeaky voice. He teased her for a few more minutes. "Does it have ridges... does it have a head ... what does your Master like you to do with this dildo?"

Her embarrassment and nervousness got the best of her and she could barely answer and His voice changed. "Get the brush. On your knees."

She groaned, "Yes Sir." She knew what was coming. First the inside of her right thigh. She lost count of the strikes. Then her left nipple. Then the inside of her left thigh. With each strike her need grew.

"What can your Master do with that dildo?" He asked her with a bit more force. Her mind swirled. Nerves. Embarrassment. Pain. Pleasure. Need. "Listen. Feel. Act." He told her. "Don't think."

"You can fuck me Master," she said softly.

"And what do I fuck with that toy?" He asked her.

She squirmed on the floor and said "my pussy."

"And what game does your Master like to play?"

"Slow and deep," she whispered breathlessly. She could feel the warm wetness between her legs, the sting of the brush still racing through her body.

"On your back. Grab the dildo. Feet flat on the floor. Put the dildo at the entrance to My pussy," He commanded her.

She quickly complied, "Yes Sir." She waited. Anticipating. Barely breathing.

He began the game. "Deep... slow..." She moaned deeply with every stroke. "Whose cock is that fucking you?" He asked her.

"Yours Master," she sighed. And it was. She could feel him so clearly. His body covering hers as he took her, as he claimed her body, mind and soul.

"Faster!"

He continued until she was writhing on the floor, whimpering, moaning and when she thought she couldn't possibly take anymore ... "Cum," he told her.

She cried out, his name almost a whisper as her back arched as her body tightened and released. As she started to come back down, he began the game again until he commanded her to release again. She thought her body must be on fire. She could feel him with her, feel his eyes watching her as his name tore from her lips again. She was lost, beyond thought. Completely his.

She tried to catch her breath as He told her to get the vibrator. "On low. Run it over and around My cunt little girl." She of course did exactly as He commanded. "And now, your Master has something to do. You keep at that until I come back."

She groaned before she could bite her lip to stifle it. "Yes Sir," she whimpered.

She had no idea how long he was gone for. It felt like forever. She moaned and gasped. Was he listening? She had no idea, but she couldn't have stayed quiet if she'd wanted. She was squirming. She thought she'd scream from her need. She'd beg if that's what he wanted.

And every time she thought she couldn't hold back any longer, she thought of the words he'd said to her so many times. "Those orgasms are mine to give, not yours to take." She could hear him even though he was silent. She could feel him even though he was far away.

She actually jolted when she heard him return. "Who owns you?"

"You do Master," she whimpered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, very," she gasped.

"100 percent? Even after a rough week like this has been?" he questioned her.

"Yes Master. 100 percent."

"Would you do anything I asked of you right now?"

"Anything."

"Anything?" He repeated.

"Yes Sir," she said breathlessly, squirming more. She knew she would in fact do anything He asked. Pleasing Him was all that mattered. Making Him proud of her was her deepest desire.

"Would you go to the window if I asked?"

"Yes Sir."

"Promise?"

"i promise," she whispered. The window ... she disliked the window, being on display. But she would truly give him anything he asked for.

"Cum!" he growled in her ear. She screamed as her mind and body shattered yet again. His name her only thought as she released for him for the last time that night...

1. Pushing limits does not mean making Master so angry that the vein above His right eye throbs.

2. “Quit it!” “OW, Damnit!” “I’m hiding that toy when You go to
work tomorrow” and cursing a blue streak are not safe words.

3. “Oh my God, where did you get those. They are gorgeous!!!” is not considered boot worship.

4. “Ya want fries with that?” “Want me to drink it for You too?” are not appropriate remarks when Master gives you an elaborate drink order.

5. Flipping your Master off while your hands are cuffed behind your
back is a bad idea. Owners have a way of knowing these things.

6. Putting lube, goop, superglue, ink or any other substance that
will sully the ________ of Master on His toys while setting up for a session is not a good idea.

7. Kicking the toy you hate far under the bed is futile. Master will only secure your wrist cuffs to your ankle cuffs and make you crawl for it….repeatedly.

8. “Bite me.” is NEVER an intelligent response to a command.

9. Doing your Beavis and Butthead imitation of “Fire, fire, fire,
fire!” during Master’s lecture on fire play safety is considered rude.

10. Responding with “Yes, All Wise, All Knowing, Grand Imperial
Weenie” is not appropriate when Master asks you if you are
comfortable during a bondage scene.

11. Asking to go to the bathroom every five minutes while Master
practices His Japanese rope work on you will try His patience ….quickly.

12. Crossing your eyes and sticking your tongue out while Master is
discussing your punishment is not wise.

13. There is no such thing as slave immunity, free slave day, or the
PMS defense. The slave jury might not convict you, but the Dom judge will override the verdict. Count on it!

14. Pretending Master’s collection of butt plugs are toys and singing the “Weebles Wobble but the won’t fall down” song is not a good idea.

15. Repeatedly blowing out each candle Master lights during wax play will get you punished.

16. Checking Master’s head for the 666 symbol after a harsh
punishment will only get you more of the same….or worse!

17. “i know You are but what am i?” is not the appropriate response
when called a “raunchy little whore” during humiliation play.

18. Using spreader bars, paddles, or canes for the fireplace is not
a good plan.

19. “Missed me missed me now ya gotta kiss me!” is an unacceptable
remark when Master’s flogger slips.

20. When Master pulls out his bullwhip and says He wants to play, He doesn’t mean hide-&-seek…He WILL find you eventually.

21. Calling Merry Maids when you are ordered to spruce up the place
is not what your Master had in mind.

22. “Faster faster we need a new Master” is NOT the song to sing
during a scene.

23. “Oh and You think i am?” is an unacceptable response to hearing
your Master say He is not pleased.

24. During a play party is not the time to do your hilarious
imitation of Igor and hunch over, moaning “Yes Master” when ordered
to fetch something.

25. Adding “Sir” or “Master” to “Fuck that!” will not save you.

26. Singing the chorus of “Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better”
under your breath during a session is considered foolhardy.

27. Reciting nursery rhymes during an interrogation scene to crack
your Master up only lasts for so long. Then you will pay….BIG!

28. Arguing whether “Master may not be right, but Master is never
wrong” is Zen or Buddhist philosophy will only get you rewarded with kneeling in the corner of a bed of Lego’s “to help you consider the question in quiet contemplation.”

29. Asking “Is that as HARD as you can hit???” is considered a cry
for help among submissive suicide prevention workers!

30. Reminding Master you are a switch will not get you out of
trouble for ordering Him around.

31. Rolling your eyes when Sir gives you “That look” is not a good
idea.

and last but least….

32. Even if you are fast enough to close the other bracelet of the
cuffs around his wrist while he’s closing the first one on yours,
you probably shouldn’t.