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Copyright May, 1993  All Rights Reserved


			Jennifer's Calls (Chapter 4)

			   by Suki


"Put it through," Jennifer answered the operator.

*click*

"I am Mistress Jennifer," she began, assuming a firm, strong voice. "I
believe you asked for permission to speak to me?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."  He sounded young, possibly in late 20's,
early 30's.  Older than her but young by her standards, however there
was no need for him to know that.

"Well?" she demanded, "What is it that you want?"

"Please Mistress," he pleaded, "I wish only to serve you.  To fulfill
your desires.  To worship you as my Mistress, if you will allow this
worthless slave."

"And get something out of it for yourself in return," she stated
shrewdly.   'Humiliation' -- she made a mental note to herself.

"Are you already hard?" she asked, still keeping her tone sharp and
demanding.

"Yes, My Lady," he whispered, as if fearing yet craving her wrath.

"And were you given permission?" she asked, knowing full well it was a
rhetorical question.

"No" his voice barely audible.

"No, Mistress!" she sharply corrected him.

"No, Mistress."

"Where are your hands?" she requested.

"One is holding the receiver, and the other is on my thigh, Mistress"

"Good."  Begin careful not to give him too much praise.  She
continued, "I want you to put one hand on your penis.  Begin stroking
it slowly.  But you are NOT to cum.  If you feel that you need to cum
tell me, and I will decided when you will be given permission.
Understand?"

"Yes....Mistress," he answered, a slight hesitation in his voice.

"Yes Slave?" she prompted, picking up on the hesitation immediately.
"What is it?"

"I have ice next to me, My Lady," he volunteered.

"How handy," she purred.  "OK Slave, cradle the receiver between your
shoulder and neck, so that both of your hands are free.  With the one
hand, continue stroking yourself.  And with the other, I want you to
press and ice cube to your balls.  And hold it there until I say."

	She heard his breathing becoming more ragged, and decided to
persist with the ice he had offered.

"Now," she continued, "move the ice cube up to rub your nipples, first
one, and then the other.  SLOWLY.  Then bring it back down to your
balls, running all over them."

	His gasping was audible now, and she could tell he was getting
close to orgasm.  "Mistress," he gasped out "Mistress please, might I
be allowed to cum?  I'm so close...."

	"Not quite yet," she answered.  "I want you to switch hands.
Use the one that has been holding the ice to stroke yourself, and with
the other pinch your nipples.  HARD!"

	He moaned into the phone, fighting for control.

"You may cum, slave." And with permission given, she heard an
immediate groan over the phone line.

"Thank you, Mistress Jennifer," he gasped, still catching his breath.

	She put down the receiver.

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