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She waits.
The second hand ticks off the minutes excruciatingly slow, but he said to call exactly at twelve, and she knows she must be precise.
His phone number is a coded icon on her telephone, known only to her. His mark. His brand which she had tattooed just above the dark curls below her belly button. To anyone else it appeared to be two diamonds, but in reality it was the letters "W", the first letter of his name, and. M for "Master.
The note arrived in her email early that morning. A simple two line command. "Twelve o’clock. Be prepared." With the three hour time difference, she had only fifteen minutes to finish her coffee and change her clothes. It took her only ten.
She unlocked her secret drawer and placed her device of pleasure on the table. Wearing only the red thong panties he had purchased, she locked her door, lit a candle, turned on the radio....and waited.
Her fingers were ice as she hit the button. Her body already hot with anticipation. Her nipples grown hard as the cool breeze from the open window caressed them as her lover’s tongue once had. The moisture between her legs began to trickle onto the scant material which would be removed quickly at his command.
Three rings before she heard his voice. Three rings in the space of reality, one voice that transported her to another dimension.
"Good morning, slave." His voice soft and low, yet powerful and strong.
"Good afternoon, Master. What is your pleasure?"
It was the last coherent sentence she would be able to say.
"Take me in your mouth, slave. You know how I like it."
She lifted the artificial "hm" to her lips. At that moment it was transformed from a cold, hard plastic toy into the warm, hard delicacy of his cock. She closed her eyes, bringing him to her in vivid clarity. She licked and sucked the tip, drawing it in further down her throat, she gagged slightly as it reached the very end.. She brought the phone close to her mouth, making sure he heard every sound through the wires. She had filled the hollow chamber with warm water and cut a small slit into the top. A small drop of liquid emerged from the tip, and she tasted his pleasure on her tongue.
"Get on your knee and get those panties off."
She was on the floor in an instant, the panties flung across the room.
"Put it inside your hot pussy and move your hips over it as if you were on top of me."
The need for him was so intense, she came the moment he entered her. Holding the dildo steady, she raised and lowered herself onto it as he commanded. Wave after wave of orgasmic juices flowed over her hand, drenching the carpet beneath. Low moans were transmitted over 3000 miles through fiberoptic cable.
"Say fuck me, Master."
Somehow she found the strength to form words as she repeated the phrase. Her body trembled when she heard the sound of her own voice in the empty room.
"Yes, please, fuck me. Master."
His evil laugh took her over the edge.
"Now, lick yourself off my cock."
She tasted the sweetness of her pleasure craving the flavor how he had tasted when it was mixed with her own. Her need for him was unsatiable.
"Lay on your back and take it all the way in. Fast and hard the way I want to fuck you. You love this, don’t you, bitch?"
"Oh, God, yes. I do love this, Master." The whispered words barely made it through her lips. "Please, don’t stop."
"Come for me, NOW slave. Your Master commands you."
Her inner muscles clenched around "him". It was all she could do to keep him inside her as her body took over. All conscious thought totally vanished as she gave in to the pleasure of the flesh and the sound of his voice.
Lying naked on the floor in a pool of her own ecstasy, she clutched the phone to her ear, listening to his deep breathing. This was the only way they could be together, as their reality was filled with others who would never understand. But it was enough. For now.
"Same time, next week, my love?"
"Absolutely."