Everything was turned off. No lights. No TV. No nothing. The whole room was almost pitch black except for the light creeping in from behind the drapes. I didn’t want any sensory distractions. I positioned myself in bed and pushed the earphones into each ear and made sure the mic piece was not shoved underneath my neck. I stared at what should have been the ceiling but I could hardly make it out. I waited. There’s always a flash of nerves when I am about to get a call and it doesn’t matter how many times we may have talked. I just get a glimmer of butterflies at the first ring. I suck in a deep breath and answer my phone.
“Hello,” I say in a soft, quiet voice. I am never really loud when answering a call unless it’s for business.
“Hello,” he replied and my body melted. His accent is perfect. His tone his perfect. His mind is perfect. I can always tell if a man’s voice was going to work for me just by how he says “hello”. I knew the moment he talked, I wanted to come with him.
I’ve known Bruce for years and we danced with written words but never pushed beyond friendly comments. Fate had granted us a moment where we indulged in our minds coming together. I shared desires I couldn’t even express to the public and he in return fed my mind with visions and words of filth. There is something sacred with our mental bond and we dove down the rabbit hole together.
When he spoke his voice would penetrate my ears, flow through my veins causing my blood to warm and my skin to burn with lust. When he was giving me pleasantries I couldn’t stop my hand from inching its way to my cunt. His voice hypnotized me and my breathing quickened. I am sure he could tell I was turned on because the body cannot lie. This was an aural dream come true for me and I was the luckiest girl in the world.
The beginning was intense and very addicting. We spoke at any free moment of time we could find. I would be screaming and cursing during a lunch hour or I would be moaning and begging in the early hours of the morning. That’s the nice part of something new, is getting so much of it, it will make you sick. I’m not sick of it. I don’t think I could ever get tired of Bruce. We get busy, yes but there is always this itch that needs to be scratched by him.
It’s Bruce’s hand wrapping around my neck, choking me.
It’s Bruce’s hand buried deep inside my cunt.
It’s Bruce’s brutality I feel against my skin.
That’s the power of the voice and when my ears hear it.
“Come for me, Grace,” he will demand and I come effortlessly.
“Tell me you’re mine, Grace.”
“I’m yours,” I say without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he rewards and I come again.
The game he likes to play is not withholding an orgasm from me because he knows very well I can’t help my body’s reaction to his voice. “You must ask me to come.”
Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
No. First off, Bruce is the one that has helped me come a very long when it comes to actually speaking while getting off on the phone. You see, I am so wrapped in what I’m hearing that my mind is a blank slate and for some reason I can’t get the words out. It’s as if the nerves to my voice are shut down because my ears are so heightened at the time. Speaking while being so aroused and near orgasm was just not an option.
Bruce would read me stories or tell me stories strung together from conversations about my inner and most secret desires and my body would convulse.
“Don’t you come, Grace. You have to ask.”
My lips would part but nothing would come out except moans and whimpers. I fought and part of me thought this was silly but the other was thinking, what the fuck? Why can’t you just tell the man you want to come?
He knew me by now. He knew when I couldn’t hold the orgasm any longer and there were times when he would let me come. Then there were times when he would make me wait a little longer. Slowly the words would come out one by one. Maybe it’s performance anxiety or maybe it’s my pride asking a man to allow me to come. I never was really a good submissive but I am sure Bruce could give another side to that story.
Considering the state I have been in. Bruce, I need another fix. I need your brutality and I need you to make me cry.
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