I forgive you

He waited for the words to appear on the screen. And waited. And waited. He wanted to grab his cock and stroke it, just a little. But Mistress had not told him he could. She wasn’t here. She couldn’t see what he was doing. Maybe just a little stroke.

“Do not touch your cock. It is mine to use or not use. If you want to be forgiven this indiscretion you will do as I have told you.”

Damn! How did She do that? She always knew. Knew what he was thinking. What he was doing. Most of all She knew exactly how She made his body respond.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress.”

“It is time for me to hear your voice; and, for you to hear mine. Give me your telephone number. Immediately.”

He always hoped that he could really talk to Her some day, but now that She wanted his phone number . . .

“Mistress, I . . .”

“You will give me your number, or this will be our last contact. Clearly, you have reached the point where you think you can disobey simply because we are using a computer screen to communicate. It is time to move on. Will you give me your number or not? Answer me now.”

What was he going to do? The thought of never talking to Her again made him crazy! He couldn’t cum anymore when he masturbated unless She told him he could. Internet or not, She had him by the balls and they both knew it.

“645-912-6752”

“Good. You have given me your cell phone. I will be able to reach you whenever I want to. This is very good, slut. You will gather the following things, go to your bedroom with your phone, strip, kneel on the floor and wait for my call. Is that clear? Please repeat to me”

“Yes, Mistress. I will gather the things You tell me to, go to my bedroom with my phone . . .

It felt like his cock was going to explode. He couldn't remember it ever being so hard.

“strip, kneel on the floor and wait for Your call”

“Very well. When I call you will have 6 spring-action wooden clothespins, a glass of ice water, an anal plug - the 2" one will be good, Icy Hot - the cream in the tube, and 2 towels. Is that clear? Repeat it back to me”

It was going to explode. His cock was so hard it hurt. So hard he was afraid to touch it even with Her permission. He'd wanted this for such a long time, but he was afraid. Extremely afraid.

“Yes, Mistress. I will get 6 spring-action wooden clothespins, a glass of ice water, the 2" anal plug” he groaned as he wrote that. She knew he hated the anal plugs. “Icy Hot” he did not even want to think about for what She might want that! “the cream in the tube and 2 towels.”

“Very good. Go now and prepare. I will call you soon.”

She was gone. He closed everything out then hurried to get everything She had asked for. He grabbed his phone and went to the bedroom where he yanked his clothes off, then knelt down beside his bed.

He almost hated himself for going along with Her demands. For being so weak. For obeying without question. Minutes ticked by on the alarm clock beside