Enjoying your elevated confidence

Feeling clean and refreshed, I left Jane alone in the shower to properly wash and groom herself in peace. She was under instruction to keep herself completely hairless from the neck down, except for a small patch of neatly-kept pubic hair right at the top of her slit. Maybe some day I'd have her shave the whole vulva smooth for me, but I liked the little patch. It was a little factory-sealed mark of authenticity. It was a silly reason, perhaps, but I didn't have to explain myself to her. I just told her what I wanted and she would do it.

Not bothering to put on a robe or even wrap a towel around me, I walked naked through the beautiful honeymoon suite to the phone. I felt powerful and virile, taking pleasure in seeing the evidence of the night before. All of Jane's bridal lingerie strewn about in a messy pile, bedsheets a mess, with a few tell-tale stains here and there. My cock was already twitching back to life just basking in all that's changed in my life since my bride presented me with those contracts.

I placed an order for room service. The voice on the other end of the line was pleasant and feminine, calling me "Sir," and generally speaking very respectfully. My erection grew; such respectful and deferential language from a pretty, feminine voice was quickly becoming wrapped up in my core concept of sexuality. I realized I wanted to flirt with this voice, to just flex my newfound confidence. and take what I wanted from life. The only person in my life that I could conceivably have to answer to was already my devoted ****. Why shouldn't I indulge in some harmless fun to satisfy my ego?

"Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"Tell me your name." I said, enjoying the private thrill of being secretly naked with an erection as I spoke to her.

"My name is Amanda, sir. What can I do for you?"

"You have a very sexy voice, Amanda. Does anyone tell you that?"

She paused, the first lapse in any practiced professionalism from her. "Oh, thank you, sir. No, I don't think any of my guests have—"

Perhaps it was the overflowing confidence I felt in the moment. People say women can sense that in men and are drawn to it. But when she didn't immediately shut me down I felt emboldened. "Amanda, I think it would make my day to hear your sexy voice say, 'It's my pleasure to serve you, sir.' Will you say that for me?"

Another pause. I felt no pressure to fill it, and let the silence hang in the air. I had no idea who this was or what she looked like, and I didn't care. She would either say it, or she wouldn't. Either way, it felt intoxicating for me just to have had the balls to make the request.

"It's my pleasure to serve you, sir." Her voice came through softer than usual, like she had to avoid being overheard by someone else, or was just being nervous. But there was an amused, perhaps even pleased tone to her soft voice. It was undeniably sexy.

I grinned. "Thank you, Amanda. I hope to talk to you again. Please ensure my food arrives promptly."

Quickly, the voice on the other end of the line added, "My pleasure, sir. If you need anything else at all, I'll be at the front desk until noon, or you can simply pick up the phone, of course."

I hung up. That had been fun.

The sound of the shower shutting off announced that my brand new wife was finished washing herself for me. I sighed happily and dragged one of the bedsheets off the bed to throw over the couch before laying down on it to turn on the T.V.

It was time to get serious about the exact type of master-**** dynamic I wanted with Jane.