Phone Sex

I paced the floor in my room, waiting for the phone to ring, wondering if Julie would do as I had instructed. Three hours had passed since I arrived back on campus. I knew my plan for her was well thought out and prepared. Little did Julie know how well I had her wrapped around my finger.

Another hour had passed, and I began to wonder how Julie had explained herself to her husband when I smacked her ass. My pacing and daydreaming were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. “Hello?”

A faint whisper on the other end echoed back, “Hello?”

“Julie? Is that you?” I waited for the female voice to confirm that it was

She did.

“Very good! Is he asleep?” She confirmed that with a whisper. “Julie? I want you to be honest with me. If you are not, I will know. What are you wearing right now?”

She tried pleading, once again, failing to get me to comply. “Please Derek! This has got to end. I can’t keep going on like this! Please, just let me be.”

I thought about her plea, and answered with a question. “Julie? If you wanted this to end, why did you call me? You know you want this? You know your body craves my insatiable imagination?” I waited for an answer or an objection, and got none. “I’d even bet that you’re getting wet thinking about what I want you to do?” There was still no rebuttal coming from Julie. “Your lack of comment seems to confirm my statements. Now what are you wearing?”

Julie explained her pink flannel pajama slacks and her white oversized tee shirt with a pink teddy bear on the front. After further urging she also informed me that she was wearing panties, but no bra. I also asked her where she was in the house. She told me she was in the same bathroom I had hid in earlier. Thoughts of what went on in there hours before caused my cock to grow hard. I knew it would only get harder as Julie did as she was told.

I told her to hang up the phone, climb onto the bed atop the covers, and then call me back. “Whaaaat?” Julie screeched in expected fashion. “I can’t! He’ll hear me.”

“Just do it!” I snapped back before hanging up the phone.

I could picture her nervously deciding if she would do as told, creeping silently back to her room. I envisioned her easing her round ass onto the soft downy bed spread, lying back with determined effort so as to not rouse her husband. Just as I pictured her looking at the phone and pressing the numbers, my phone rang again. My cock strained against my shorts even more as the power surged through my body.

“Hello Julie. I know it is difficult for you to speak, if you are truly in bed. So, all you need to do is affirm my questions or commands with a ‘um hmm’or a ‘uh uh’. Do you understand?” Julie affirmed she understood with a faint, barely audible, and obviously strained grunt. Her heavy breathing was more audible than her affirmation. “Good. Now I want you to reach between the bed and the side board. You will find a tiny remote. Tell me when you find it.” I waited, listening to Julie struggle, wedging her hand in the tight space till she found it. Ever so gently, she whispered, “got it!”

“Okay, now press the red button in the middle and drop the remote on the floor.” Julie acknowledged she had done so. “Now Julie, I have hidden a video camera in your bedroom. It is now recording your every move. I will be able to tell if you do not obey me. I can also tell if you have lied to me about being in bed.”