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(MF, d/s, cyber) *** When the phone rang, I knew that it must be a wrong number. I'd only moved in three days prior and the telephones had been hooked up only that day. I almost didn't answer it but thought better of that idea since I was bored and had always enjoyed wrong numbers in a perverse way that only family members and close friends had grown accustomed to. As a child, I'd watched as my Dad would handle wrong numbers with a variety of ploys. His favorite was to simply respond with, "Carla?" (or "Susan?" or "Bill", etc.). "Hold on. I'll get her," into the telephone. And then, loudly, into the room at large, "Carla... telephone." Whereupon he'd set the 'phone down and continue with whatever activity he'd been engaged in when he was, in his words, 'so rudely interrupted'. He'd then wait until the caller grew weary, the 'phone alerted him, and then he'd hang it up. He'd explain to me that he felt the caller should be 'punished' for their ineptitude and that he felt better for dispensing their punishment by inconveniencing them as they had inconvenienced him. Dad had any number or wrong-number gambits and I'd learned them all over the years. One of his other favorites was to deal with a young lady calling for a young man, with, "I'm sorry, he's in the shower with Tom (or Dick or whomever) experimenting. May I take a message?". You get the idea. 'Like father - like son', they say. Thus, when I answered the 'phone that night, I was prepared to carry on the family tradition and toy with someone's mind. "Hello?" "Bill?" My name's Dave, not Bill! "Yes." Here we go! "It doesn't sound like you." "I have a cold. How're you doin'?" "Oh, OK, I guess. I've missed you. When did you get in?" "Only a few minutes ago." "How was your trip?" I'd been traveling, evidently. "I made it home in one piece. I missed you terribly, too." "Did you think of me when you jacked off, honey?" Ah... A little phone sex, perhaps? "Of course." "Tell me about it." Now the fun begins. "You were wearing leather." "Oh my. You kinky thing you. Tell me more." "You put me over your knee and paddled me with a wooden paddle." "Were you naughty?" "No. In my fantasy, you said that you liked the way that my cock felt between your bare legs while you spanked me and the way that my butt turned red from the paddling." "Did you like the paddling?" "I don't know, since it was only a fantasy, but I do know that I came all over my hands thinking about it. You had told me to catch the cum in my hands and then forced me to lick my hands clean afterwards. I pretended that you were there, threatening me with further paddling if I didn't comply." "So, you ate your own cum?" I could tell by her voice that she was set back by 'Bill's' admission but it also sounded like she was turned on. "Yes, ma'am. I say, 'ma'am' because that's what you made me say in my fantasy." "You never told me you had such thoughts, Bill. Have you fantasized such things before?" "No. Not really. I think that I was reacting to a book that I found in the hotel lounge. I'd sat in a booth for a cocktail earlier in the evening and someone had left it there. It was an erotic book entitled, "Welts, Female Domination in An American Marriage" by a couple named Gloria and Dave Wallace. It told of wives spanking and whipping their husbands as part of an overall lifestyle." "So, you found the idea of submitting to a woman's stern hand to be arousing?" "Yes." "Yes, what, Bill?" Bill's lady caught on fast! Poor Bill! "Yes, ma'am." That's better. What are you wearing now, Bill?" "I just got out of the shower and put on underwear." "Where's the 'ma'am'?" "Ma'am." "Set the 'phone down and take off your underwear, Bill." "Yes, ma'am." So saying, I followed her instructions and picked up the handset, standing in the empty house, nude, semi-hard, and having fun with this game. "Are you naked?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is your cock hard?" "Semi, ma'am." "Stroke your cock for me, Bill. Make it hard. Think of me spanking you the next time that I see you. Think of cumming on my thighs and then licking it off. Is it getting hard yet?" "Yes, ma'am." "Would you like to cum for me, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Think of me and my roommate watching you now as you jack off. Think of her amusement to see my power over you. Think of her kneeling at my feet eating me while you entertain the two of us. Think of us both paddling you and having you serve us as a sex slave. You get the picture, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you close to getting off?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you know what you must do when you cum?" "Yes, ma'am." "Tell me." "Yes, ma'am. You want me to catch the cum in my palms and then lick them clean." "Exactly, Bill. Now, cum for me." I couldn't believe how much this stranger, this sexy lady, had gotten into the fantasy. I couldn't believe that I was following her instructions and that I had every intention of riding this game all the way. I could hear a whimper escape my lips as the semen spurted from the head of my circumcised cock and filled the cupped palm of my other hand. I'd propped the telephone under my chin to free both hands to attend to my masturbation so my mystery dominatrix could hear my gasp. "Are you cumming now, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "Are you catching all of your cum in your other hand, Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "'Are you going to eat your cum for me, honey?" "Yes, ma'am." I raised my cum-filled hand to my lips and began licking and slurping its contents rather noisily. "That's a good boy, Bill. Lick it all up. God, I love it. Why did it take so long to discover this little secret of yours?" "I don't know, ma'am." "You know that I'm going to carry out my threat - or promise - whatever you wish to call it. Don't you?" Playing dumb for now. "Whatta you mean, ma'am?" "I mean, dummy, that Carol and I are going to have a ball with you tomorrow night. I can't wait to see her face when I tell her what I've planned. Do you want that, honey?" "Yes, ma'am." "You get some sleep. I'll call you in the morning. Bye, baby." "Goodnight, ma'am." After hanging up the telephone, I felt forlorn. I'd set out to mind-fuck my caller and ended up playing puppet to her pulling of my strings. I paced the floor, my cock bobbing, still semi-hard after my ejaculation, and thought about the woman who had just called. I wished that I knew her name. Suddenly getting a brainstorm, I snatched the telephone from its cradle and pressed *69, a callback feature - for the last caller - I remembered reading about in the literature left by the 'phone company installer. After only two rings, I heard, "Hello." My mystery woman's voice. Taking a chance, I tried, "Who's this?" "It's Peggy, silly. Don't you recognize my voice after only a week on the road? I told you I'd call in the morning. Couldn't you wait?" "No, ma'am." "Well, you'll just have to. You interrupted me while I was telling Carol about our little secret. Wait a minute. She wants to talk to you. You'd best be polite. I told her she'd get a chance with the paddle too." "Hi, Bill." "Hi, Carol." "That's ma'am, Bill." "Yes, ma'am." "Peggy tells me that you're going to get your first spanking from her tomorrow night and that I get to help. I find this just slightly radical, Bill. Is she telling me true?" "Yes, ma'am." "Jesus. I love it. Here's Peggy." "Bill?" "Yes, ma'am." "I told you I'd call in the morning. I guess that you know you'll be getting extra swats for interrupting me this evening?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good night, Bill." "Good night, ma'am." Hanging up for a second time, I was struck by the fact that my cock was again hard as a rock. Still nude, I walked to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. The after-taste of my own cum, while alien to my experience, was not all together unpleasant but I was thirsty. I'd never actually acted out that fantasy of masturbation, ejaculation into my own palm, and being 'forced' to consume it. I'd often thought about it when I beat off but had always lost courage after cumming and losing my horny edge. As far as the spanking, it had always played a role in my fantasies and had been central to the discord in my recently severed relationship with my live-in lady of one year. At twenty-one, I'd received a large inheritance from a trust left by my grandmother. I mean large - as in over ten million dollars! In spite of my assiduous spending on a European odyssey of debauchery, I'd only dissipated a couple of hundred thousand in the six months following the birthday, thus following Grandmother's dictum of 'Never spend the principal.' since the interest from my inheritance provided a tidy income of over one million dollars a year. My vacation ended in England where I'd met Vanessa, the lady I thought I'd spend ever-aftering with. I'd returned to Boston, much to the relief of the family bank's trust officers, Vanessa in tow, and moved into a spacious condo to live the good life. From the beginning, we'd enjoyed a capacious love life and I should have been happy. I probably would have been had I not been so curious. "Step Into My Dungeon - Step Into Your Fantasies", the advertisement read. I'd picked up an 'alternative tabloid' at the book store and was paging through it while waiting for Vanessa to return from shopping. One thing led to another and - just for the fun of it, I told myself - I called the advertised number next to 'Mistress Wanda's' picture. To make a long story short, within a week, I'd succumbed to Wanda's telephone seduction and found myself bound over an exercise horse, receiving a blistering paddling from a leather-clad 'Dominatrix', my ass aflame, tears coursing down my face, and my cock throbbing - pre-cum dangling from its end. I was hooked. I had probably been hooked when I first saw that ad. Certainly, when I was paddled. Undoubtedly, after my paddling, when Wanda deigned to allow my 'worship' of her luscious body - fore and aft - with my attentive lips and tongue. Afterwards, I found that the only way what I now considered as 'vanilla sex' remained enjoyable with Vanessa, was if I thought of the paddle while fucking Vanessa. Things could have remained fine with Vanessa and me but I (stupidly) figured that it would be better to say 'adios' to Wanda and share my newfound knowledge with my lady-love. Vanessa reacted as if I had told her of a penchant for oral sex with French Poodles or Border Collies. An incredible fight ensured and within a couple of days, I was moving out amid assurances to Vanessa that I would continue to maintain her apartment for her and provide her with a generous allowance. "Too kinky", she had said. "Sick. Perverted." I guess that she didn't like the idea of having her own sex slave as much as I liked the idea of serving in that capacity! It was with thoughts of Vanessa that I finally drifted off to sleep. Thoughts of her in leather. Thoughts of her in command of me, demanding all of the naughty things that Wanda had liked. *** "Hello, Vanessa? It's Peggy." "Hi, Peggy. How'd it go?" "Exactly as you said that it would. I still can't believe that you knew the way Dave would react to my call!" "Tell me." "As you predicted, he thought I'd gotten a wrong number and he pretended to be Bill. From there, he went into a kinky fantasy and ended up beating off for me. Too weird." "How'd you leave it?" "I told him that I'd call in the morning and that he could look forward to serving my roommate and me after we had paddled him soundly." "Is that all that you told him?" "I told him that he should think of my roommate on her knees, eating me, while he entertained us with his masturbation. I told him that I'd spank him over my knee until he came on my thighs and then have him lick it up." "Peggy, you naughty thing, you. When you call him in the morning, arrange for him to be at your place tomorrow evening before sundown. I'll get there an hour or so before then so that we can get prepared. Did you make the other arrangements?" "The other guests should arrive around 9:00 PM. Your wedding dress has already been delivered. Flowers will be delivered while Carol and I are warming up Dave's butt. "I spoke with your attorney and the contracts are ready for me to pick up. I'll drop by her office after lunch and have them ready for you and Dave's signatures. "The attorney said that your contract will be completely legal and binding; however, you'll of course have to get married again after you've secured a license and all. The ceremony is to be performed, as you know, by my sister, who, while sitting as a judge, is kinkier than I." "Thanks, Peggy. I wouldn't be able to pull this off without you. I'll see you tomorrow evening. Have a good time with Dave and leave some for me. Understand, I simply want him to be warmed up a bit. I'll see to his initiation, in front of our guests, after the ceremony." "Good night, Vanessa." *** Vanessa and I have been married now for over a year. A lot of guys would say that I'm nuts to obey and serve my wife but we're happy as clams. Neither of us works - my inheritance gives us the freedom to simply live life to its fullest. Peggy and her new husband spend a good deal of time at our country estate along with several other 'like- minded' couples, enjoying the privacy afforded by our 1,000+ acres of woodland, 'No Trespassing' signs, and miles of chain-link fence. The ladies, for their part, enjoy having more than one attentive husband to serve them, from fetching them food and drink to more intimate tasks - bathing and massaging them, sexually serving them, and submitting to their every whim - to include, of course, the infliction of corporal 'punishment'. We men acquiesce to such treatment because...well, because we find something appealing about being a sexual slave to a group of attractive, highly sexual women. 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