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panties and heels.”
    Rachel obeyed, feeling incredibly sexy as she did so, tossing her hair back after she pulled off her top, releasing her perky breasts. The nipples were erect and dark pink. She unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the ground by her chair. The leather was cool against her bare flesh.
    She took another long drink of wine and sat back, cradling the phone to her ear, eager for his next command. “Rachel. Do you have the ruler?”
    Rachel looked over at the tray of items she’d set down next to her chair as he had instructed. She lifted the wooden ruler, wondering what he had in mind. “Smack your right breast with it. Lightly.”
    “What?” Had she heard him correctly? Smack herself ?
    “Yes, you heard me. Rachel, pain can be erotic. Not terrible pain—just a light stinging. It’s part of a continuum of sensation. It can put you in a different frame of mind. A more intense frame of mind, you might say. Remember, trust me. Just try it. Pick up the ruler and smack your right breast. Across the nipple. Do it.”
    Hesitantly, Rachel hit herself with the ruler. It stung against her erect and tender tip and she gasped lightly. Along with the sting there came a curious heat in her sex.
    Richard said, “Good. Now the other one. A little harder.” She obeyed, feeling decadent and strange but very aroused.
    “Take off your panties.” Slipping slender fingers under the elastic, Rachel slid them down her smooth thighs. She wriggled against the leather chair, resisting a wanton impulse to grind her bare pussy against it.
    “Lick your fingers and then touch yourself again. This time I don’t want you to stop. I want you to come for me. On the phone.”
    “Oh Richard. I can’t—”
    He interrupted. “Stop. Remember, you do what I say. You’re free now, Rachel. I’ve set you free from all that silly, prudish resistance that isn’t even a part of who you really are. You just borrowed it from somewhere and you don’t need it anymore. You’re free. Free to obey me. Now do it. Lick your fingers and make yourself come. For me.”
    His words somehow did have a freeing effect. She didn’t need to hold on to those old feelings and constraints. To the old ideas that sex was somehow dirty and she was “above it all”. She could let them go, like a snake sliding out of its old skin.
    Lifting her hand to her mouth, she licked her fingers sensually, slowly, as if Richard were really there to watch her. Dropping her hand to her sex, she spread her legs wider, rolling upward with her hips so her pussy was at an easier angle for her fingers.
    She cradled the receiver between her head and shoulder as she rubbed herself, pushing one finger then two, up into the hot, wet tunnel. She liked the way her vaginal muscles seemed to clamp down against her fingers. “Oh,” she moaned softly, a sudden image of a man, his face in shadows, leaning over her, kissing her mouth, pressing his erection against her. She rubbed her clit, sighing in her low, throaty voice into the phone.
    “Yes,” Richard urged her, “Yes. That’s it, my sweet slut, my angel. Fuck yourself with your hand. Yes.” His voice was low too, almost husky. “Make yourself come, sexy girl. Sexy Rachel. Do it. Do it for me.”
    She was breathing fast, her fingers a blur against her silky, slick pussy lips. In just a few more moments she arched up against her hand and cried out. Her body spasmed with pleasure as her fingers drummed across her sex in time to her orgasm. The phone dropped as she threw her head back in primal release, coming harder than she ever had at her own hand or anyone else’s. All thoughts were obliterated in sheer physical pleasure.
    Slowly her panting returned to more regular breathing and she reached down, feeling for the receiver that was dangling against the chair. Picking it up, she said shyly, “I dropped the phone.”
    “So I heard,” Richard said, laughing lightly. “We’ll have to get you a wireless headset. That’s