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Wrong Number
by Dave Wallace (1997)
***
A guy answers the phone to a wrong number caller and
decides to pretend that it is the right number and that
he knows the caller. The conversation soon turns sexual
and the unsuspecting caller is lead on. (MF, d/s, cyber)
***
When the phone rang, I knew that it must be a wrong
number. I'd only moved in three days prior and the
telephones had been hooked up only that day. I almost
didn't answer it but thought better of that idea since I
was bored and had always enjoyed wrong numbers in a
perverse way that only family members and close friends
had grown accustomed to.
As a child, I'd watched as my Dad would handle wrong
numbers with a variety of ploys. His favorite was to
simply respond with, "Carla?" (or "Susan?" or "Bill",
etc.). "Hold on. I'll get her," into the telephone.
And then, loudly, into the room at large, "Carla...
telephone." Whereupon he'd set the 'phone down and
continue with whatever activity he'd been engaged in
when he was, in his words, 'so rudely interrupted'. He'd
then wait until the caller grew weary, the 'phone
alerted him, and then he'd hang it up. He'd explain to
me that he felt the caller should be 'punished' for
their ineptitude and that he felt better for dispensing
their punishment by inconveniencing them as they had
inconvenienced him.
Dad had any number or wrong-number gambits and I'd
learned them all over the years. One of his other
favorites was to deal with a young lady calling for a
young man, with, "I'm sorry, he's in the shower with Tom
(or Dick or whomever) experimenting. May I take a
message?". You get the idea.
'Like father - like son', they say. Thus, when I
answered the 'phone that night, I was prepared to carry
on the family tradition and toy with someone's mind.
"Hello?"
"Bill?"
My name's Dave, not Bill! "Yes." Here we go!
"It doesn't sound like you."
"I have a cold. How're you doin'?"
"Oh, OK, I guess. I've missed you. When did you get in?"
"Only a few minutes ago."
"How was your trip?"
I'd been traveling, evidently. "I made it home in one
piece. I missed you terribly, too."
"Did you think of me when you jacked off, honey?"
Ah... A little phone sex, perhaps? "Of course."
"Tell me about it."
Now the fun begins. "You were wearing leather."
"Oh my. You kinky thing you. Tell me more."
"You put me over your knee and paddled me with a wooden
paddle."
"Were you naughty?"
"No. In my fantasy, you said that you liked the way that
my cock felt between your bare legs while you spanked me
and the way that my butt turned red from the paddling."
"Did you like the paddling?"
"I don't know, since it was only a fantasy, but I do
know that I came all over my hands thinking about it.
You had told me to catch the cum in my hands and then
forced me to lick my hands clean afterwards. I pretended
that you were there, threatening me with further
paddling if I didn't comply."
"So, you ate your own cum?"
I could tell by her voice that she was set back by
'Bill's' admission but it also sounded like she was
turned on. "Yes, ma'am. I say, 'ma'am' because that's
what you made me say in my fantasy."
"You never told me you had such thoughts, Bill. Have you
fantasized such things before?"
"No. Not really. I think that I was reacting to a book
that I found in the hotel lounge. I'd sat in a booth for
a cocktail earlier in the evening and someone had left
it there. It was an erotic book entitled, "Welts, Female
Domination in An American Marriage" by a couple named
Gloria and Dave Wallace. It told of wives spanking and
whipping their husbands as part of an overall
lifestyle."
"So, you found the idea of submitting to a woman's stern
hand to be arousing?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, Bill?"
Bill's lady caught on fast! Poor Bill! "Yes, ma'am."
That's better. What are you wearing now, Bill?"
"I just got out of the shower and put on underwear."
"Where's the 'ma'am'?"
"Ma'am."
"Set the 'phone down and take off your underwear, Bill."
"Yes, ma'am." So saying, I followed her instructions and
picked up the handset, standing in the empty house,
nude, semi-hard, and having fun with this game.
"Are you naked?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Is your cock hard?"
"Semi, ma'am."
"Stroke your cock for me, Bill. Make it hard. Think of
me spanking you the next time that I see you. Think of
cumming on my thighs and then licking it off. Is it
getting hard yet?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Would you like to cum for me, Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Think of me and my roommate watching you now as you
jack off. Think of her amusement to see my power over
you. Think of her kneeling at my feet eating me while
you entertain the two of us. Think of us both paddling
you and having you serve us as a sex slave. You get the
picture, Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you close to getting off?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you know what you must do when you cum?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Tell me."
"Yes, ma'am. You want me to catch the cum in my palms
and then lick them clean."
"Exactly, Bill. Now, cum for me."
I couldn't believe how much this stranger, this sexy
lady, had gotten into the fantasy. I couldn't believe
that I was following her instructions and that I had
every intention of riding this game all the way.
I could hear a whimper escape my lips as the semen
spurted from the head of my circumcised cock and filled
the cupped palm of my other hand. I'd propped the
telephone under my chin to free both hands to attend to
my masturbation so my mystery dominatrix could hear my
gasp.
"Are you cumming now, Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you catching all of your cum in your other hand,
Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"'Are you going to eat your cum for me, honey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I raised my cum-filled hand to my lips and began licking
and slurping its contents rather noisily.
"That's a good boy, Bill. Lick it all up. God, I love
it. Why did it take so long to discover this little
secret of yours?"
"I don't know, ma'am."
"You know that I'm going to carry out my threat - or
promise - whatever you wish to call it. Don't you?"
Playing dumb for now. "Whatta you mean, ma'am?"
"I mean, dummy, that Carol and I are going to have a
ball with you tomorrow night. I can't wait to see her
face when I tell her what I've planned. Do you want
that, honey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You get some sleep. I'll call you in the morning. Bye,
baby."
"Goodnight, ma'am."
After hanging up the telephone, I felt forlorn. I'd set
out to mind-fuck my caller and ended up playing puppet
to her pulling of my strings. I paced the floor, my cock
bobbing, still semi-hard after my ejaculation, and
thought about the woman who had just called.
I wished that I knew her name. Suddenly getting a
brainstorm, I snatched the telephone from its cradle and
pressed *69, a callback feature - for the last caller -
I remembered reading about in the literature left by the
'phone company installer.
After only two rings, I heard, "Hello." My mystery
woman's voice. Taking a chance, I tried, "Who's this?"
"It's Peggy, silly. Don't you recognize my voice after
only a week on the road? I told you I'd call in the
morning. Couldn't you wait?"
"No, ma'am."
"Well, you'll just have to. You interrupted me while I
was telling Carol about our little secret. Wait a
minute. She wants to talk to you. You'd best be polite.
I told her she'd get a chance with the paddle too."
"Hi, Bill."
"Hi, Carol."
"That's ma'am, Bill."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Peggy tells me that you're going to get your first
spanking from her tomorrow night and that I get to help.
I find this just slightly radical, Bill. Is she telling
me true?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Jesus. I love it. Here's Peggy."
"Bill?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I told you I'd call in the morning. I guess that you
know you'll be getting extra swats for interrupting me
this evening?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good night, Bill."
"Good night, ma'am."
Hanging up for a second time, I was struck by the fact
that my cock was again hard as a rock. Still nude, I
walked to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. The
after-taste of my own cum, while alien to my experience,
was not all together unpleasant but I was thirsty.
I'd never actually acted out that fantasy of
masturbation, ejaculation into my own palm, and being
'forced' to consume it. I'd often thought about it when
I beat off but had always lost courage after cumming and
losing my horny edge. As far as the spanking, it had
always played a role in my fantasies and had been
central to the discord in my recently severed
relationship with my live-in lady of one year.
At twenty-one, I'd received a large inheritance from a
trust left by my grandmother. I mean large - as in over
ten million dollars! In spite of my assiduous spending
on a European odyssey of debauchery, I'd only dissipated
a couple of hundred thousand in the six months following
the birthday, thus following Grandmother's dictum of
'Never spend the principal.' since the interest from my
inheritance provided a tidy income of over one million
dollars a year. My vacation ended in England where I'd
met Vanessa, the lady I thought I'd spend ever-aftering
with.
I'd returned to Boston, much to the relief of the family
bank's trust officers, Vanessa in tow, and moved into a
spacious condo to live the good life. From the
beginning, we'd enjoyed a capacious love life and I
should have been happy. I probably would have been had I
not been so curious.
"Step Into My Dungeon - Step Into Your Fantasies", the
advertisement read. I'd picked up an 'alternative
tabloid' at the book store and was paging through it
while waiting for Vanessa to return from shopping. One
thing led to another and - just for the fun of it, I
told myself - I called the advertised number next to
'Mistress Wanda's' picture.
To make a long story short, within a week, I'd succumbed
to Wanda's telephone seduction and found myself bound
over an exercise horse, receiving a blistering paddling
from a leather-clad 'Dominatrix', my ass aflame, tears
coursing down my face, and my cock throbbing - pre-cum
dangling from its end.
I was hooked. I had probably been hooked when I first
saw that ad. Certainly, when I was paddled. Undoubtedly,
after my paddling, when Wanda deigned to allow my
'worship' of her luscious body - fore and aft - with my
attentive lips and tongue.
Afterwards, I found that the only way what I now
considered as 'vanilla sex' remained enjoyable with
Vanessa, was if I thought of the paddle while fucking
Vanessa.
Things could have remained fine with Vanessa and me but
I (stupidly) figured that it would be better to say
'adios' to Wanda and share my newfound knowledge with my
lady-love.
Vanessa reacted as if I had told her of a penchant for
oral sex with French Poodles or Border Collies. An
incredible fight ensured and within a couple of days, I
was moving out amid assurances to Vanessa that I would
continue to maintain her apartment for her and provide
her with a generous allowance.
"Too kinky", she had said. "Sick. Perverted." I guess
that she didn't like the idea of having her own sex
slave as much as I liked the idea of serving in that
capacity!
It was with thoughts of Vanessa that I finally drifted
off to sleep. Thoughts of her in leather. Thoughts of
her in command of me, demanding all of the naughty
things that Wanda had liked.
***
"Hello, Vanessa? It's Peggy."
"Hi, Peggy. How'd it go?"
"Exactly as you said that it would. I still can't
believe that you knew the way Dave would react to my
call!"
"Tell me."
"As you predicted, he thought I'd gotten a wrong number
and he pretended to be Bill. From there, he went into a
kinky fantasy and ended up beating off for me. Too
weird."
"How'd you leave it?"
"I told him that I'd call in the morning and that he
could look forward to serving my roommate and me after
we had paddled him soundly."
"Is that all that you told him?"
"I told him that he should think of my roommate on her
knees, eating me, while he entertained us with his
masturbation. I told him that I'd spank him over my knee
until he came on my thighs and then have him lick it
up."
"Peggy, you naughty thing, you. When you call him in the
morning, arrange for him to be at your place tomorrow
evening before sundown. I'll get there an hour or so
before then so that we can get prepared. Did you make
the other arrangements?"
"The other guests should arrive around 9:00 PM. Your
wedding dress has already been delivered. Flowers will
be delivered while Carol and I are warming up Dave's
butt.
"I spoke with your attorney and the contracts are ready
for me to pick up. I'll drop by her office after lunch
and have them ready for you and Dave's signatures.
"The attorney said that your contract will be completely
legal and binding; however, you'll of course have to get
married again after you've secured a license and all.
The ceremony is to be performed, as you know, by my
sister, who, while sitting as a judge, is kinkier than
I."
"Thanks, Peggy. I wouldn't be able to pull this off
without you. I'll see you tomorrow evening. Have a good
time with Dave and leave some for me. Understand, I
simply want him to be warmed up a bit. I'll see to his
initiation, in front of our guests, after the ceremony."
"Good night, Vanessa."
***
Vanessa and I have been married now for over a year. A
lot of guys would say that I'm nuts to obey and serve my
wife but we're happy as clams. Neither of us works - my
inheritance gives us the freedom to simply live life to
its fullest.
Peggy and her new husband spend a good deal of time at
our country estate along with several other 'like-
minded' couples, enjoying the privacy afforded by our
1,000+ acres of woodland, 'No Trespassing' signs, and
miles of chain-link fence.
The ladies, for their part, enjoy having more than one
attentive husband to serve them, from fetching them food
and drink to more intimate tasks - bathing and massaging
them, sexually serving them, and submitting to their
every whim - to include, of course, the infliction of
corporal 'punishment'.
We men acquiesce to such treatment because...well,
because we find something appealing about being a sexual
slave to a group of attractive, highly sexual women.
Go figure.
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