His voice was like Heaven in my ear. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t heard it for 25 years. There was an awakening in my pussy and my hands began to shake. My nipples hardened and peaked. I was 15 all over again. I’d found my home in the sound of His voice.
We talked about the mundane. Every day life, our jobs, and spouses. The fact that our children were our lives.
I shared secrets with Him because it was like talking to myself. I swear Sir is my twin. A twin I want to fuck though. He stated the same thing about me. He said he’d never met a woman so much like him. I have told him repeatedly I am like no other woman he’s ever known. I let him be vulnerable while he lets me be strong.
Our first phone conversation became increasingly intimate. He began to ask if he could do things to me. To suck my hard clit in his teeth. Spank me. Fuck me. Pinch my nipples. Gag me with his cock. Cum on my face and down my throat. My reply was simply, if it pleases you, then yes. He told me he would no longer ask to do things to me, he would do what he wanted. I explained that I was His good girl, and my only want was to make Him happy.
We ended our conversation, both of us ravenous. For taste, touch, and want. I knew Sir was mine when His parting words to me were, I love you. With my head in my hands and a smile on my face, I knew I would someday wear His collar. I haven’t yet, but I know I will….