Miss Andrews

The woman picking up on the other end of the line is none other than the delightful Miss Andrews. "Andrews residence, Bethany speaking." As your hear the voice of your dreams your mouth goes dry and you're suddenly utterly tongue tied. All you can muster is a croaked "Hi!".

A warm, throaty chuckle sounds from the phone. "Is that you hunny?" You dumbly nod your head, not realizing she can't see you. "..are you nodding your head right now?" Your face goes beet red in embarrassment and you stutter out an "uh-huh!" Chuckling once more Miss Andrews quickly takes charge of the situation, much to your relief.

"So hun, are you calling because you want a real woman to hold your leash and not a slip of a girl, hmm?" Once more you start nodding your head before catching yourself and **** out a faint "Yes, Miss!" Miss Andrews breathes softly in the phone and you feel goose bumps popping out all over your arms. "..you started to nod again didn't you hun? No matter, mamas got what you need, with my firm hand holding your leash you'll never go astray!" Your breathing turns heavy, your cock pushes against the front of your pants and your heart races, all in excitement over the picture Miss Andrews paints of your future with her. "..I see great things ahead of us hunny, I've got so many naughty ideas.."

Without pausing Miss Andrews turns thicker, seemingly even more erotic as she gets excited herself. "..and you'll take it all, I'll do it all to you, for you, for us!" Dumbly, you moan in response and nod your head at the same time as she blows your mind with ease. "Are you excited hunny? Are you hard for me? Do you submit to me?" After every question you moan louder and even managing to **** out a "yes", struggling as you are to handle your raging hormones that are going wild at the feel of her control settling over you like an invisible leash.

Before long, under the guidance of Miss Andrews voice, you're naked on the floor, beating your meat as she guides your jerking over the phone. You obey without question, perversely excited at her taking charge of you, subjugating you without even being present in the flesh. It never even occurs to you that you could disobey, such is the hold she has on your mind. As you cum, spurting cum onto the screen of your laptop, onto the picture of her freshly shaved pussy that she sent to you by email and ordering you to jerk off to, you are happy, truly and well happy. "There we go hun, your first guided cum! Spraying all that nasty baby batter just at the sound of my voice.. So obedient, so weak willed, I like that in a man!" Despite the condescending epitaphs listed your heart swells, taking them instead as accolades even as your face burns at the truth of her words.

Later that night, after ending the phone call with Miss Andrews after hours of her voice hypnotizing you, brainwashing you even as she dictates the terms of your service to her, you lie in bed, dreaming of the adventures ahead. There is one constant in your dreams though. You, on your knees, crawling in the dust. Always serving the MILF of your dreams, Miss Bethany Andrews.