your assignment for next time. A hands-free headset. I don’t like missing things.”
* * * * *
His call the next morning took Rachel by surprise. They hadn’t made a specific date for the next call but she had presumed it would be in the evening. “Oh Richard! Hello. I wasn’t expecting your call.” She was embarrassed now in the light of day with no wine to soften the experience of the night before.
“I know. I just wanted to say hi. How are you? How are you feeling today?”
“You mean about last night?”
“Yes.”
“I feel,” she paused, her natural shyness fighting with something else. Something wonderful. Grinning widely she admitted, “I feel terrific! I’ve never had such an experience, Richard. It was the most intense experience of my life! It was amazing.” She stopped, worrying suddenly she was blathering.
Richard soothed her worry. “I’m so glad, Rachel. I enjoyed it too. This is just the beginning. We can go much further, you know. We are going to, my love.”
Rachel quieted. She had gone over to the red leather chair and now sank into it. The tray of items he’d had her purchase still rested on the side table where she’d left it. She felt a warmth between her legs as she listened to his deep voice. She dropped a hand to her pussy, bare beneath her nightie.
“Rachel, what are you doing?”
Rachel started, pulling her hand away. Could he see her? She looked out the window to the street beyond. No, of course he couldn’t! He was just making conversation. “Oh I’m just, uh, sitting here. Nothing, really. I was going to get dressed.”
“You’re not dressed?”
“Well, I’m in my nightgown.”
“Panties?”
She felt the heat in her face as she answered, “No.”
“Spread your legs, Rachel. Touch yourself for me.” Slowly she leaned back in the arms of the comfortable recliner, spreading her long legs, hiking up her nightgown. She touched her pussy, gently spreading the delicate lips to find her center. She felt incredibly sexy, even beautiful.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I have a request—a command. You may think this peculiar but based on how you reacted last night with the ruler I think you might find it quite, uh, stimulating.” She waited, her fingers playing lightly over her swelling labia.
“Do you have the clothespins handy?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you to take one and clip it on your nipple. It’ll hurt, but it’s a good hurt. It’s a sign of your submission to me, Rachel. It’s just a pinch but it represents something much more. It will be a small offering on your part of your willingness to do anything for me. Do you understand me?”
“Put a clothespin on my nipple? Is that what you said?” Rachel shook her head at the phone though her pussy was warm and wet.
“That’s right, Rachel. That’s what I said. Remember the ruler? You were hesitant then too. And what happened? Did you experience, let’s see, what were your words, ‘the most intense experience of your life’? Trust me, darling. I know what I’m doing.”
Rachel shook her head again, though of course he couldn’t see. And yet, if she were honest, a part of her was excited by what he was commanding. It seemed so decadent—so dangerous! Tentatively Rachel took a clothespin, fingering the smooth wood, pressing it to open the spring mechanism. Nervously she pulled her nipple with two fingers and let the wooden pin close on it.
“Ouch!” she squealed into the phone. “It hurts!”
“Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous. What are you feeling? Besides the pinch on your breast, what is your body telling you? Think a moment and be honest. It’s important that you be completely honest.”
Rachel stared down at her nipple, pressed and trapped by the pin and her hand dropped back to her pussy. It was slick, the juices seeping onto her fingers. She was impossibly wet. A moan escaped her lips as she rubbed her clit.
Taking a deep breath, she admitted