“Having fun shopping, love?” His text startled her.
“Mhmm,” she replied.
His response confused her. “Good. You know, you should check your voice memos. Have fun…kitten.”
She texted back, “What?”
Nothing. No response.
So, she checked her phone. Three memos recorded two weeks ago were stored there. They were labeled in order, the first was fifty-seven seconds, the second thirty, and the third was nearly thirty minutes long.
She was baffled and wondered what her Sir was up to. Standing there, in the middle of the crowded mall, she listened as the voice of her lover rang out through her earbuds…
“This is the first of three messages. Kitten, I hate to stop you from whatever it is you’re doing, but I need you to do something for me…”
His voice continued to give her an address and instructed her to go there immediately and when she arrived, to listen to the second message.
She quickly went to her car, wanting to know badly what type of game Sir was playing. Was it lunch? Or maybe a surprise gift? She punched the first three digits of the address into her navigation system and the address immediately popped up. He had saved it in the system. All she could think was, “When did he plan this?”
The address was for a hotel. Not a very popular one, sort of out of the way and looking as if it had seen better years. As she found a place to park up front, she played the second message.
“This is the second of three messages. Kitten, there’s a key waiting for you at the desk. It’s for room 207 under the name Mr. Sir. Get it and proceed to the room. Inside, there will be a box. Open it. Take out the contents and put them on. Then, listen to the third message.”
Her heart started beating wildly there in the nearly abandoned lot. It was the middle of the day on a Wednesday. As far as she knew, Sir was at work and would be all day. Still, she texted, “Where are you?”
She waited several minutes. Nothing.
She didn’t want to move. She wasn’t sure what to feel. She was excited. But when something involved Sir, she was always excited. This was different, though. Planned. The detail of it all was unnerving.
Then, something her Sir had told her hit her suddenly. “One day I’m going to make you uncomfortable. One day I’m going to ask you to do something and your immediate reaction will be to not. Don’t listen to that. You do what I say, and in return I promise I will only lead you towards the amazing things of life.”
So, with key in hand she made her way to room 207 and unlocked the door. Inside, she found the box on the bed. A simple, white box with no markings. She opened it.
Inside, she found a pair of nylon stockings and a pair of panties both colored white, both her size. That was it. She instantly knew what he wanted. She was to put these things on and wait for him. Her heart began to race again, this time from anticipation.
Quickly, she threw on the garments and laid on the bed. Then, she remembered there was still a third message. And a long one at that. She queued it up and set the phone to speaker on the nightstand. His voice made her jump in her skin as it filled the small room.
“This is the third of three messages. So, think you’ve figured it out yet? What Daddy’s up to? Laying there in the things I’ve picked out for you, (How did he know she was laying there?) doing exactly what I say. But you have no idea.”
“Kitten…listen to my voice. Touch your breasts…”
She pause the recording. Her knees were weak. Thirty minutes. He was going to make her play. She instantly felt heat resonating in her sex. She was craving this. He hadn’t instructed her in this way since they first started living together. All the months of phone sex and dirty texts came flooding back. She started the recording again, getting comfortable.
“…Close your eyes and imagine my hands caressing you, guiding yours. Squeeze your soft tits. Those tits that I can’t wait to come home to and suckle on. I’m sure, wherever I am, I’m thinking about them right now. Pinch your nipples for me. Harsh, rough, tug at them and arch that pretty little back for Daddy. That’s it, bite that lip kitten. Get ready. Because in less than thirty minutes, I’m going to have you screaming.”
She let out a sigh, doing exactly as he said. He continued.
“Now…take one hand and cover your mouth. Take the other and trail your fingers slowly down the center of your body. Slow kitten. Past your tits, down to you navel, trailing over your pelvis, lower and lower. There, now pull those panties aside and touch that perfect little pink pussy of mine. Moan into your hand and bite your finger. I know how you play, kitten. I’ve watched you do this very same exact thing. Now, rub your folds and feel how wet I’ve made you.”
He knew her to well. She was drenched and so sensitive. His voice left her weak. She listened further.
“Trace the lips of your pussy and start to massage your clit. Not too fast, just a gentle play. Tease it kitten. Draw it out. Feels good doesn’t it. Remember when I showed you how to properly play with yourself. How to circle your clit and torture it first, to make the little brushes over it all the more enjoyable. Do that right now.”
She was already close to cumming. It felt amazing. She couldn’t explain it, but this all felt so erotic.
“Close, huh? Thought so. But you know the rules. Not until Daddy says. And besides, Daddy has one more big surprise. You want to know what it is? Okay then. Reach into the nightstand…I’ll wait.”
She dove into the drawer next to her, hands reaching wildly wanting so badly to know what this was. Then she found it. The toy they had looked at a few months ago. Big and rigid, with multiple speeds. All she could think was, “Fuck.”
She got back on the bed and just looked at it, then his voice came back.
“You’re welcome. I’ve been wanting to give it to you in a special way. Surprise. Kitten…you’re about to fuck yourself for me.”
She shook. Those words made her pussy leak. She couldn’t take it. This was all so much.
“Now, I’m sure you are plenty wet. Turn the toy on low and play with your clit. That’s it. Such a good little kitten. Now…slide it down a little. Tease that hole. So wet. I wish I could hear it. I guess that will have to wait. Besides, this is about you.”
“Ready kitten? Good. Insert that big fucking thing into your tight little cunt and fuck yourself like the naughty little slut you are.”
That kind of talk always preceded orgasm. She wasn’t going to make it. But she did like he said. It was so big. It stretched her and vibrated soft against her walls. The sensation was incredible, second only to Sir’s cock. She knew it wouldn’t be long. She hoped the recording was almost through, but she dare not look.
“Now, stop abusing that tight little cunt for a second and rub it against your clit again. Turn up the speed a little. And a little more. That’s it, moan for me. Say my name out into the air and force that thing hard against your little nub. Make your pussy beg for it back. You feel that burning. Kitten’s going to cum soon, isn’t she. But not yet. Now…fuck yourself some more. Faster, harder. That’s it. Just like that.”
She was a mess. A blur of motion and spasms, spitting unintelligent dribble out, broken phrases and pants on pleasure mixed with screams of pain. This thing was massive in her tight little hole. But all she wanted was more. Sir’s voice faded for a minute as she came close. She desperately wanted him to tell her to cum. She refocused on him mid sentence.
“…not yet, love. Now crank that bastard all the way and hammer down on your clit. Three.”
Fuck. He was counting down. She hated when he did that. She thought for a moment she should have gotten a towel.
“Keep rubbing. You’re right there. That’s my little girl. So naughty for Daddy. Doing everything he says. Playing just for him, because she knows only he can really make her cum. Two.”
She screamed out as the vibrations of the toy ripped through her body. One already dammit.
“Fuck that little clit. Ram that into it. Just think about what I’m going to do to you when I get my hands on it. Now…deep breath kitten.”
This was it.
“Bite that lip…”
She knew this part.
“Hold it…”
Fuck.
“One…cum for me kitten. Cum for Daddy.”
A jet of fluid erupted from her core as her body convulsed in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Wave after wave, seeming to never end. She lost grip of the toy and lost grip of herself. Violently, she just trembled as she heard his voice continue.
“That’s my girl. Cumming so hard for Daddy. Such a good little kitten. Sir’s perfect pet.”
Then, there was a pause in the recording. She started coming down, regaining her faculties. Cum was everywhere, especially the clothing he never told her to remove. She lay there, drained, as Sir’s voice returned.
“Feel good? I hope so. I don’t have a doubt that you made a nice big mess. Why don’t you take a picture for Daddy and send him a little text. Thank you for playing, kitten. Later.”
The recording ended. She grabbed her phone and held it above her head, taking a very naughty selfie for her equally naughty Sir. Then she hit send. She watched the bar as it loaded the picture and away it went. She smiled. Such a thoughtful man, to do all this.
But in that very same instant, she heard a familiar sound. Sir’s phone receiving a text, coming from the closet. She jumped up, covering herself as the door slid slowly from its cracked position to fully open, as her Sir emerged holding a camera.
All she could do was look at him stunned. He recorded the whole thing. But he wasn’t done.
Slowly, he put the camera on the nightstand, facing towards the bed, smiling as he started to remove his belt…
