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Chapter
1
One of the nice things
about being a freelance artist is that I choose when and where to
work. The when is usually in the middle of the night. The where
is in my own studio apartment.
The day started out
like any other weekday. I got up at 2 PM, fixed myself a leisurely
breakfast, and settled down to my daily routine.
I was working particularly
hard for the last several months. I guess that's why Mona, my ex-girlfriend
added the "ex" to her title. Her absence, and my current project,
a study of nudes, had gotten me into an extremely horny mood.
I felt particularly
randy this afternoon, so I decided to treat myself to some masturbation
just to "take the edge off" before I start my creative endeavors.
My penis found itself in my hand several times a day in these recent
weeks.
I grabbed one of my
magazines and fanned through it as I lay naked on my bed. Not that
I needed any encouragement, my prick was as hard as a rock. By the
time I finished reading some of the articles, and looking at the
pictures, my penis was oozing a steady drip of precome. I grabbed
it and started stroking.
Just then the phone
rang. Cursing, I reached over to answer it.
"Hi there," a female
voice said, "Don't stop on my account."
"Who is this? What are
you talking about?", I answered.
"You're playing with
yourself right now. Aren't you?"
"Wait a minute. No.
I'm not. What gives you that idea?"
"Don't lie to me, boy!
I'm looking right at you. What's more, is I've got you on tape.
You did it the day before yesterday at this time too. Boy, did you
squirt a big load then!"
She continued, "You're
so big too. Bigger than most I've seen, and believe me, I've seen
a lot."
"Who? Where?", I stammered.
"That's not for you
to be concerned with. The thing is; I have the tapes, and you're
going to do exactly as I tell you.", my female tormentor told me.
"How did you know where
to call?"
"Your name is on the
mailbox, and you're in the phone book."
"OK, what do you want?",
I submitted. I looked out the window. Somewhere in the apartment
building across the street was this woman, and she was watching
me. There were at least two dozen apartments that could have a view
of my bedroom.
"I want you to sit on
the end of the bed a play with yourself where I can see you better."
With phone in one hand,
and penis in the other, I did as she ordered.
"That's it, jerk on
that thing for me. Make it squirt."
I felt so silly. There
really wasn't anything I could do except obey her commands. I pumped
my cock and spurt my semen in great gobs.
"Oooh, what a naughty
boy. That steamed up the lens even from here. I liked seeing you
do that. I'm going to make you do it again for me a lot. Are you
ready to take some more directions?"
"Yes," I answered meekly.
"First, get a speaker
phone. I want you to be able to use both hands, and I want to hear
you as you play with yourself."
"OK." I responded.
"Next, get a newspaper,
and make a key to your mailbox. Tape the key to the inside of the
newspaper. Tomorrow you will place that magazine you are reading
in your mailbox. At precisely 3:20 PM, you will place the newspaper
in the trash basket in front of your apartment. Then go around the
corner, and catch the bus going downtown. It should be by several
minutes later. Take the bus three stops and get off. You'll get
further word there".
I confirmed the instructions
with her.
"Good. I'd like to make
you play some more, but I know you have things to do like getting
a mailbox key made. So get on with your painting, and expect a call
from me tomorrow."
She hung up.
That afternoon, I bought
the phone and got the key made.
On the following afternoon,
I did as she ordered. I put the magazine in the mailbox, and went
outside. As I dropped off the paper, I looked around to see if any
of the apartments that had a view of mine, also had a view of the
trash can. None did. From this, I could assume that my secret admirer
was on the street watching me.
I looked across the
street into the diner. There were two cops and a couple of middle
aged women who just didn't seem the type. I walked around the corner
and waited for the bus. I took in my fellow passengers. An old man,
and a mom and her toddler son. Again, it seemed hardly a match.
I looked across the
way at people waiting for the uptown bus. There was one professional
looking woman -- a possibility. One of her partners appeared to
be on her way to aerobics class or something. She had the look of
someone who could be into kinky phone sex. I really didn't have
time to take in the other passengers, a high school student, and
a gentleman in a suit as my attention was grabbed by a really sexy
number in a leather mini-skirt. Oh, let it be her!
I took the bus the three
stops, and got off. Then it hit me. Suppose she was already on the
bus? I looked around, but the other riders who got off with me were
already disappearing into various buildings.
I waited. After a whole
hour had elapsed, I came to the realization that I was sent in pursuit
of a wild goose. She wanted me out of the way so she could make
the pickup without being detected. She was a cunning bitch, this
one.
I jogged back home,
and made some coffee. The phone rang.
"Hello, you've been
a good boy.", he voice said. "The only thing is, you have all your
clothes on. That's no way to treat someone who has such control
over you. Did you get the speaker phone?"
I did and I told her
so.
"Good. Put it on now."
"I haven't had a chance
to check this thing out.", I informed her.
"That's OK, I hear you
just fine. Can you hear me all right?"
"Loud and clear."
"Good, you'll be hearing
me loud and clear for a long time. I tell you what. I'll play something
over the phone, and you can undress to the music. I want you to
put on a good show for me."
I could hear the music,
a top-40 piece in the background as she continued, "You know what
I did when I watched your tapes? I played with myself. I put my
hand down under my skirt and into my panties and I fingered my little
clit until I wet myself."
I was getting wet myself.
I wanted to get more off than just my clothes. She put the phone
up to the speaker so I could hear the music more clearly.
I stripped to the music
moving as gracefully as I could amidst her giggles. My cock was
already fully erected as I pulled off my shorts. She wasted no time
getting me to masturbate.
"This time I want to
see better. Stand up by the window and do it."
She coaxed me closer
and closer until I was within a half foot of the window. I felt
really uncomfortable in this position. On my bed, I felt like I
was inside the room. Here, I felt like I was in the open with nothing
protecting me. Additionally, it was much more likely that someone
else in her apartment building or even the street might see me.
I jerked and jerked
until I splattered my come on the window.
"Mmmm, that's really
nice," she said sensuously. "I'll see you later," she said, and
then hung up.
I didn't hear from her
for the rest of the weekend.
I wasn't surprised when
she called on Monday at 3:15.
"It's me again. Are
you ready for some more fun and games? I hope you've been a good
boy and haven't been playing with yourself without my permission.
I want you to save all of it for me."
"Look," I replied, "if
we're going to be so, err, intimate, shouldn't I at least know your
name?"
"You don't deserve to
know anything about me, but I'll tell you anyway. My name is Linda
-- that's 'Mistress Linda' to you, if I read your magazine right."
"Dance time!" she announced.
I heard some music, and I knew it was time to get undressed. By
the time I was naked, my phone pal was in a more talkative mood.
"So tell me a little more about yourself. I've been looking at your
magazine. It's very interesting. Now what is it in here that turns
you on?"
She had the fortune
of getting one of my monthly magazines which frequently has a section
on D&S. This month's issue was dedicated to exclusivity to the female
top position.
"I like this stuff.
Do you have any more like this?"
"I might have a few
around. I don't collect them. I read them and then throw them away."
"Good," she answered,
"from now on, when you're done with them I want you to throw them
my way. I expect one magazine a month. Now, I'll tell you what,"
she continued, "I'll read the magazine, out loud, while you masturbate
for me."
Having a female voice
read the articles excited me, especially those articles that were
written from the woman's point of view.
"Tell me what you like,"
she commanded, "This way, I can make you do it."
She stopped after each
article and asked me what excited me about the article. I found
her questions penetrating, and I wound up divulging more of my fantasies
than I expected to her.
"Good boy," she said
as I came for her. "From now on, you will walk around the house
without any clothes on. I'll give you more orders next time I call."
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