Phone order

The phone rings. Delighted to see its you, I pick up the phone straight away.

D: Well hello! How are you gor-

M: Shut up and listen. I am going to give you orders, and you are to follow them exactly as I say. Understood?

D: Yes, Master.

M: Good girl.

Now listen carefully: if you forget even one tiny little detail, you will be punished for it.

You are to have a shower and prepare yourself for my use. Wear your hair down, put on dark make-up and wear the perfume you know I like. Wear black underwear, stockings with garter belt, and black high stilettos.

Arrange all the toys on the floor next to the bed for easy access, light the room up with candles and put on Massive Attack's Mezzanine album.

Leave the door open and kneel at the end of your bed facing the wall. You are not allowed to move or turn around no matter what happens. Understood?

D: Yes, Master.

M: Good girl. You have twenty minutes.

*click*

Staring at the phone I feel my heart racing, and I realise that I'm blushing wildly. Embarrassed by the extent of my reaction I quickly glance at the time. Twenty minutes was not a lot.

I rush into the shower and wash myself carefully from head to toe. I take my time shaving and making sure that I'm all smooth and delicious as you ordered. Fifteen minutes left.

Half in a dream, half in panic I dry my hair and start drawing black feline eyeliners around my eyes. Dark, smoky, and sexy; just as I know you like.

I can still hear your voice clearly as your words play in my mind. "I am going to give you orders, and you are to follow them exactly as I say." I've always found your voice sexy, but the commanding tone just made it an instant turn on. "...if you forget even one tiny little detail, you will be punished..." You could tell me to do anything and I would be unable to resist. "Good girl." Eight minutes left.

You don't even have to be present to get me dripping wet. Almost ashamed by how excited a single phone call can make me, I dress up in my most luxurious black push-up bra, sheer tie-up knickers with little bows on both sides for easy removal and the garter belt I know you like most. Taking extra care and time with the stockings, I set the seams exactly straight and attach them securely on the garter belt's hooks. Five minutes left.

I search for candles in panic and light them all around the room to create the perfect lighting. I put the Massive Attack album on repeat and adjust the volume so its not too disruptive. Two minutes left.

I unlock the door and leave it open for just a few centimeters. Very aware of the fact that anyone passing the door would have clear view straight into the bedroom, I pray its not a windy day outside and that the door would hold nearly closed until your arrival.

With a minute left I'm stepping into my heels I rush into the bedroom and kneel at the end of my bed.

The time freezes. After flying so fast for the past twenty minutes, suddenly every minute turns into an hour.

Almost too excited to breath, I wait for you to open the door. I try to imagine what it will look like when you see me waiting for you. Kneeled on the floor, submissive and ready to please your every whim.

I feel so proud for being such a good girl and following your every command.

The minutes stretch and every creak from the door sends my heart racing. I feel my knickers getting so wet that I have no hope of disguising how much your little games turn me on. There is no hiding the fact that I'm your horny little slut and the more you treat me like one, the more aroused I get.

Just as I think that you are not going to arrive at all, and relax my posture for a second, I hear steps from the door. I blush violently and my heart rises to my throat as I recall the phone conversation in detail. Your every wish my Master.

My breathing is getting faster and heavier as I hear the door open slowly. You don't say anything. I don't hear any more steps. No closing door.

After what feels like an eternity I begin to panic as I start doubting if it is you at all. What if some stranger just happened to pass my door and glimpse inside?

Too scared to move I just wait.

Then I notice it, the one thing I had forgot: the toys. I had not laid the toys down on the floor as you wished.

I hear you slowly removing your belt... I know I am in trouble.