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Alone with Her Phone

Another little experiment in writing a scene involving two people in a long distance relationship. As ever, constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Enjoy!

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The room was cold tonight, the rain was pounding against the windows, and the wind howling. But Grace didn't care about that, she was wrapped up in bed in her warmest pyjamas, the thick quilt wrapped tight around her. And his voice in her ear was the only thing she could concentrate on. Her master was away, and he had instructed her that she was not allowed to cum until his return. Every day that he had been away he had called her from his hotel, and today they had already been on the phone for hours talking about work, about friends and food and plans, about everything and nothing. But now the conversation was turning to other things.

"Have you been missing me, kitten?" he teased.

"Oh yes," she purred back, "Hurry home master, another week of this and I'll be going crazy."

"Well," he replied, his voice immediately changing. The sweet boyfriend was gone, the dom was out now, unleashed. Just hearing the tone of his words set a spark off somewhere in her brain, and she listened closely. "It's only been one weekend so far. We have a long way to go."

"Oh yeah?" she inquired, half curious, half worried about what he had planned.

"I've hardly even started teasing you yet."

"Hardly started? Bullshit! Do you remember what you did to me before you left?" she protested, just thinking about that made her squirm a little, as she felt her heart skip a beat. "You tied me up, you teased me, you... Toyed me, you-you used me and fucked me and and and and you didn't let me cum!"

"Oh, you think that's bad?" He mocked.

"Yes! It was cruel..."

"You think that's the worst I can do?

"Yes... No... I hope..." she sputtered, his words fogging her mind, getting her more excited with every syllable.

"I can do so. Much. More."

Grace's cheeks were flushing, her mind racing. She couldn't find the words to reply so stayed silent, falling further under his spell.

"I'll have you begging," he continued. "You'll be begging for me to hurt you because you know that you won't get any pleasure otherwise. Every morning that I wake up with you, I'll run my hands over your perfect body. Feel every inch." She didn't even know it was happening but her spare hand was following his words, reaching under the covers and working its way down from her neck, exploring. "And I'll tease you. You'll feel my hand between your legs, my lips on your amazing tits, my teeth on your neck, my grip around your throat."

There was a whimper in Grace's throat, dying to come out. Her body was filling with sparks.

"I'll edge you. For as long as I can manage. I'll keep you seconds from orgasm but never let you reach one," Master continued.

The whimper that was in her throat broke free, as another wave of excitement shot down Grace's body. Her chest was getting tight with excitement, her breathing was rapid, her hand was subconsciously clawing at the skin of her stomach beneath her top. Every muscle in her body was reacting to her master's words.

"Oh are you enjoying this?" he growled, smiling down the phone when he heard the delicious noise.

A soft whimper that sounded something like "yes" was all she could manage in return.

"I'll keep you there, panting, sweating, whimpering, but not cumming. Until I can't resist your needy body any more. When I don't think you can take another second of my hand between your legs, I'll take it away, and let you lick it clean, and then I'll let you lick my cock. I'll let you suck it and take it in your mouth, as you give me the one thing you want more than anything: an orgasm. I'll let you taste my cum, let you get covered in it. And then I'll leave you there, and get ready for work."

"But she protested, beginning to writhe around in her bed, "but..."

"I'll let you watch me get dressed, hiding my fat cock away from you, dangling my belt over your skin as I feed it into my trousers. You love that belt, don't you slut?"

"I... it scares me" she admitted. As he was describing getting dressed, she had begun to undress. She was too hot with all this on her, and she needed to feel hands against her skin. Her hand had reached up under her top, to grab her breasts, and pulled the bottom of the t-shirt up to her neck.

"Oh, it scares you huh?"

"Y-yes," Grace muttered back. He knew it scared her, he knew she flinched every time he reached for his waist, that she would back away every time he took it off, even if he had no intention of using it against her. But it was always nice to hear her say it.

"Well, you better get used to it." His words immediately sent a rush of adrenaline through her, and as her muscles tensed she squeezed her sensitive breast much harder than she meant to. Her shocked squeal got Master's attention, and his voice quickly softened, letting out a quiet chuckle.

"What was that?" he asked, a little concern in his voice, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah haha," she laughed, "I just, er, well you frightened me and I squeezed my tit by accident."

"Need me to kiss it better?" he joked

"You can kiss my ass."

"I," he started, even one word in she knew that the dom was back with a snap, "can do what I want to you. Slut."

"Y-yes sir" she replied softly, subdued by his words.

"You'd leave the house red and bruised from being slapped and choked. Desperate, horny and sore from being edged." She rolled on the bed, no longer able to lie still. Her heart rate was rising, her breathing sharpening, the muscles in her legs were tense and she was aching to touch herself.

"And when I see you each night, I'll pin you against the wall. I'll crush your throat there with my arm, and watch the panic grow in your eyes as I decide whether or not you should be allowed to breathe."

"Fuck," Grace panted, as her imagination ran wild.

"I'll strip you and stuff your mouth with your t-shirt so that the neighbours can't hear you squeal. I'll have the belt in my hand, and I'll swing."

"Fuck," she repeated "please..." Her mind was swimming, she was wet and needy, craving his touch. She couldn't resist any more. Putting the phone on speaker she threw it onto the bed near her mouth, and her now free hand slid down her sensitive sweating skin, and inside the waist of her bottoms.

"You'll hear the belt crack against your skin." Slowly she began to rub herself, even slow gentle circles sending waves through her muscles, as his monologue continued. "You'll see the red marks it leaves, feel the sting it causes. And it will strike you again. And again. And again. Until You. Are. Broken. Do you fucking understand that, slut?"

"Yes, fuck, yes sir, I understand completely" she panted, her neediness readily apparent in her voice.

"You fucking belong to me." he reiterated.

"Yes sir" she let out with a moan. "Fuck..."

"Are you fucking touching yourself, slut?" he barked at her, obviously annoyed.

"I...I'm...Yes... I couldn't resist. You make me so fucking horny," she panted, as her fingers working faster and faster between her legs.

"Did I fucking say you could do that?"

"No...You didn't, no sir, but I couldn't..." she pleaded, trying to slow herself, to calm her breathing. Maybe she could pretend she had stopped, maybe she could cum without him finding out...

"Well," he thought aloud, "you've started now, so we may as well make a game of it. Tell me exactly what you're doing." There was no way she could trick him, she realised. He could read her like a book.

"I... a game? Yes, sir..." Her breathing was getting faster, talking becoming more difficult through short breaths. "I'm lying on my front... I'm-my top is pulled up. I'm under the covers, my phone is on speakerphone... I'm, I'm getting close...fuck. My hand is in my pyjama bottoms, shit, I'm... I'm rubbing my clit... fuck, it feels so good. Fuck."

"Close already?" He teased, "How long have you been going for?"

"I...I don't know, not long. I'm so sensitive though. And you... you have an effect on me."

"Oh I fucking know I do, I know I turn you into a horny needy little slut don't I?"

"Oh god... Yes, sir" she moaned, every word pushing her closer.

"Because that's what you are. You're a slut. A whore. A needy little bitch just craving her master's touch. Aren't you?"

"Fuck...Yes...fucking yes master."

"Faster." he snarled. She knew what he meant and she obeyed, without even thinking about it. Her hands moved faster, rubbing her needy and aching clit, sending shivers up her back and making her muscles twitch.

"Faster." It was like he had direct control over her hands, he hadn't even finished speaking and the hand between her legs was already going as fast as it could. She was close. The sparks were building, her groin like a ball of lightning, shooting forks up her whole body. Faster and faster she moaned, as he growled down the phone at her, telling her that she was his slut. That she had to obey his every word. She was really close. Her other hand tugged hard at her nipple. Why the fuck did she do that? She hated having her boobs hurt, but the pain mixed with the pleasure drove her crazy. Not knowing why she did it only made it better. Her hand moved to her neck, wrapped it's fingers around and began to squeeze. Her grip was weak, pathetic compared to his, it wasn't enough, it just made her crave him more. She desperately wanted to feel his strong hand crushing her throat.

"I...fuck...I'm close...sir..." she begged, but he didn't reply. "Sir!"

"Good. He snapped. Get closer."

"I-I am, I'm close. I'm really close."

"Get right to the very. Fucking. Edge." She already was, she could feel it building, it was so close, she didn't know how long it would be but it was going to be soon. Very soon.

"Oh,God... I... please. I don't, I-fuck...SIR!" she panted, moaned and begged. Her beautiful agony music to his ears. It was going to be very very soon. It was going to be now. "Fuck" she moaned, loud. She couldn't stop, she was there, her whole body tensing as her breathing stopped.

"Stop!" he barked. Still, he controlled her directly it seemed. She didn't even know she had the willpower to but she pulled her hands from herself and gave a long, pained moan. Grunting into the pillow, biting on the fabric, trying to contain herself. Her whole body said to touch, to cum, but he said no. And it was him that controlled her. "Goodnight kitten," he said softly, without another word.

The phone beeped, and he was gone. It would be a long day before she could see him again...

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Grace awoke from a restless night and rolled over in her bed to check to the time. 6 am. She still had an hour or two before her alarm, but she knew she wouldn't get back to sleep now. She'd hardly slept at all, actually.

Her dreams had been filled with thoughts of her master, she'd dreamt of him paying her a visit, the day he got home. He'd arrived dressed in black, and he'd beaten her harder than ever before. Called her all kinds of names. And then picked her up, and taken her. In her dream, she was fucked harder than anyone ever had. He had pulled her hair until she thought it was going to come out, bitten her until she thought he'd tear off chunks of flesh, choked her until she thought she'd die. She wanted that so bad, that treatment, the pain, the sparks that it sent around her body. She was desperate for it, and for him. And in her dream, he had made her cum harder than she knew possible.

And just as she did, she had shot awake, her heart pounding, her eyes wide, her fingers clutching at the sheets. Desperately she tried to calm herself. She had no idea how Master would react if she'd cum in her sleep. But she knew she hadn't, she was safe. There was no pleasurable afterglow, no sleepy exhaustion, just an incredible need to be touched, fucked, used. God, he even controlled her subconscious, even asleep she didn't dare cum without his permission. She really was utterly his...

As she lay there remembering her dream, Grace's whole body felt like a storm, the kind you get after a hot tropical day. Every movement sent lighting shooting down her limbs. Her heartbeat was like thunder inside her busy head. For hours after he had gone last night she had tossed and turned, removing clothes, adding blankets, curling up, stretching out, but nothing was comfortable. There was only one thing that would satisfy her, but he had hung up. And even if he hadn't, Grace knew it would be a long time before Master granted her the relief she craved.

So there she lay, naked next to a crumpled up pile of her pyjamas. Her breathing was fast, her chest tight. Her mind was racing, and full of only one thing. One person. Him. Her master. She wanted him, she craved him, she needed him. His words, his touch, his control. Reaching for her phone she unlocked it, and scrolled through their messages, wishing that he was here with her now. They had talked so much since they met, but she hadn't realised how much of that had been flirting, or related to their play time. Each time she came across a message where he called her gorgeous it made her heart flutter. Each time he had called her 'Kitten' it made her smile. Each time he called her his perfect little slut it sent sparks shooting through her body. And all of those sparks ended up in one place. She was so needy, so horny, she was desperate to touch. Even the feeling of her sheets rubbing against her skin drove Grace wild. It was too much.

'He'd never know,' she thought as one of her hands began to tickle the skin of her tummy. 'I could touch all I wanted, he'd never find out,' she told herself as she pulled the covers back. The cold air of her room contacted her skin and made her gasp. It was half a welcome relief from the hot sweat that was pouring from her skin, half icy torment to her most sensitive parts. Unable to resist any more Grace slid her hand down over her smooth, pale skin and felt the wetness between her legs. She was swollen and sensitive and aching still from last night, and from her dream. Judging from the cold, wet patch on her bed she'd been like this all night. Lifting her hand up to her mouth she licked it, tasting herself on her fingers, and making them even wetter than they already were, before reaching back down between her legs and sliding them into her desperate hole. She was so ready that they slid in effortlessly, and as they did she couldn't help but let out a gasp. Instantly her body was alight, flushing hotter still as she played with herself slowly. But every single nerve begged for more. Her fingers curled around, hunt for that spot, her master could always it so quickly... he knew her body, and her mind, better than she did, Grace thought. As her fingers worked inside of her faster and harder, and her thumb rubbed on her clit, they sent sparks all through her, making her whimper and sigh and moan. Every part of her flushed red from heat and pleasure and need. Each breath was faster and deep than the last, and each noise that escaped her lips was louder and more lustful than the last. But still, it wasn't enough. Her slim fingers were nimble but she needed something else, something more. She needed to be filled by her master but she knew she couldn't have that.

Thinking, Grace slid off of onto the floor and as one hand still worked between her legs, the other opened the drawer beneath her bed and pulled from it a plain looking black box. Her tired, distracted hands fumbled with the lid and then pulled out a wand. Shining and white, she knew it would do the job, it always made her cum so quickly. But it was loud... her neighbours would complain. 'Dammit,' she thought, as she begrudgingly put it back in its place. Instead, she grabbed a thick dildo. It was long, and girthy: bigger than any man, and it filled her completely, even better than her master did. And with it, she grabbed the bottle of lube. Not wasting time getting back into bed, Grace lay on the floor and flicked open the tube of lubricant. She shook it and squeezed, but nothing came out.

"Fuck," she cursed under her breath. It was as if the universe was trying to stop her from getting off. But she was determined. And desperate. Instead, she licked the shaft of the toy covering it in her saliva, slowly twisting and turning it in her mouth and hands, making sure she got every inch. As she did she remembered her master's words from last night.

"I'll let you suck it and take it in your mouth, as you give me the one thing you want more than anything: an orgasm. I'll let you taste my cum, let you get covered in it." That's what he had said to her, and he was so right. She wanted to cum more than anything, and she wanted him to cum for her too, she was desperate to please him. She couldn't help but imagine the noises her master would make if she was doing it to him. God, she wished he was there. 'But then I'd never get to cum,' she thought to herself with a laugh.

As she lay on the warm rug in the centre of her chilly room, she guided the toy towards her achy, needy cunt. Gently she teased herself with it, rubbing the tip up and down, feeling it get wetter and slippier. Even this light touch was enough to make her whimper and gasp as it sent waves through her body. Every little movement sent shivers up her spine, making her squirm and whimper and smile. When she couldn't stand to wait any longer, she pushed, and the fat head of the toy parted her lips. The warm plastic stretched her, enough to make her wince a little as she got carried away and pushed too hard. It filled her like it was made for her, pleasuring every inch, every spot. Slowly she began to thrust, letting the toy work further and further into her needy hole, feeling it stretch and press and pleasure her more and more and more. The deeper it reached, and the faster it moved the harder Grace's heart beat. With each thrust get breathing grew faster and sharper. With each tiny movement, she pushed herself closer to the relief she was desperate for. As she got close her spare hand gripped at her neck, her slim little fingers struggling to get a good enough grip. She was no match for her master, he did it so well, he knew just where to press, just how far to push, just what to do to drive her crazy. She wanted him so badly...

As she fucked herself she thought about him: about his words, about his hands, his teeth, his cock. The toy was big and thick, it felt amazing. But being filled wasn't what sex was about. It was so much more than that. The toy didn't have hands to pull her hair or choke the fuck out of her. It didn't have teeth to bite her, lips to kiss her, a tongue to taste her, it didn't have nails to drag through her skin. But her master did. The toy could make her cum but it couldn't insult her, it couldn't growl in her ear. It couldn't tell Grace how hot she was, nor make her feel wanted. Nothing could, nobody could like her master could. The harder she fucked herself and the closer she got to the orgasm she was desperate for, the more she thought of him. A toy couldn't moan, or grunt, or swear. It wouldn't tell her how good she felt. It would stop when Grace went weak, it would never push her and never make her do things she never knew she could. But he could. He did, all of the time. It wouldn't spank her, and leave its mark on her skin. But master did every time they were together. She would never belong to a toy, they would never make her subservient. She would never be their slut. But she was his. Master could make her feel tiny and weak, he could pick her up and throw her around. He scared her, choked her, controlled her. He owned her.

As Grace's heart pound like a drum in her chest, and her back began to arch in pleasure, she suddenly realised that she didn't want to cum. She was desperate for it, every inch of her body cried out for it, but her master said no. And she wanted to please him above all else. She was his. And so, just as she was seconds away from the climax, Grace pulled the wet toy from herself and let out a long, panting, grunting moan. She writhed on the floor, feeling the wetness drip and run all down her legs. Her eyes were wide, her chest tight, her eyes agaze and her mouth open wide. Saliva coated her lips and a few drops ran messily down her chin. Her body at war with itself. Desperate to cum and desperate not to. She could feel every muscle twitching, and every nerve firing. Her whole body was alight and flooded with pleasure. But for once, her mind was clear. Her master's words echoed and drowned out every other thought.
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