Phone Sex

PHONE SEX

By niyah2

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Anastasia was a person with a self-secluded personality. She did not let many get too close. Those that did get close, she gave her all. The rest got her façade of a personality, at least up until she met Weston.

She did not know this, but He had the most piercing eyes of grayish blue. When He gazed upon someone it was like He looked right through to their very soul. She also did not know He had an amazing ability to poke and prod His way through a person's shell and find the heat of the inner core.

Meeting Weston was quite by accident. Anastasia bought her first computer and ended up in a chat arena. It was quite crazy actually, fifty people in a room, all yammering away. Her thoughts were that it was a game. Not real. Just words on a screen. She began to meet people and would consider them "friends," but in a fantasy world how much was just that: fantasy.

Anastasia met a man in the room that she began to chat with privately. They would talk a lot and one day He kissed her. Now how in the world can one kiss online you might ask? Anastasia could answer you now, whereas a few weeks before she would have said bullshit. The guy named Jack kissed her and then some, and Anastasia found herself playing with her pussy while typing back and forth with this Jack.

She had an amazing orgasm that changed her entire perspective on what was fantasy and what was reality when it came to online. Anyone could ask her and she would say it was real. Why? She got off didn't she?

Jack, of course, was like men you meet face to face. He got the goods and He disappeared, sending Anastasia into self-protect mode once more. She was determined not to get close to anyone else.

Weston was a cruiser on the web. He just poked in every now and then, looking around and seeing what He could get into. One day He ran into Anastasia. He immediately felt a vibe from this woman. He didn't know her story but He was going to know it before all was said and done. His eyes took on a glint of determination.

Anastasia felt a warmth when Weston said "hello." He immediately took over the conversation, steering it into the direction He seemed to desire. Anastasia felt overwhelmed by this man. Why was that? She was so unsure, but there was just something about Weston that overpowered her senses and broke down any façade she could put up in a heartbeat.

Anastasia and Weston began meeting up in the chat room fairly regularly. He began asking her things about how she felt about certain topics -- her sexual experiences. She would evade the sexual topics, but He didn't allow it for long. He would type in, "I'm waiting." She would sit there looking at it and then for some reason would answer His question.

Why? At that time she could not tell. Her sexual experiences were slim to none. She had had basic sex -- nothing earth shattering. She didn't even get off most times. Weston took all of this in and then some.

Time began to pass. Weston and Anastasia grew closer and closer. The relationship was growing deeper by the day. Weston confided in Anastasia that He was a Dominant and asked her if she knew anything about Dominance and submission. Anastasia responded in repulsion, thinking He meant sadomasochism and other decadent things. Weston explained to her there were all kinds of facets of the lifestyle and He gave her an assignment, the first He had ever given her. He did it in such a way that Anastasia had no clue she was being controlled.

Weston told her to look up dominance and submission and to read everything she could over the next week. He then instructed that she write how it made her feel, what it made her think, how her body reacted, what she thought affected her the most, and what she found she desired out of the reading. Anastasia went about the task with vigor, as she craved knowledge of new ideas. She was surprised by the information she found.

She looked through many web sites, and began to read about submission mostly, finding herself opening up to this idea more and more as she related to the words stated. Anastasia realized she was submissive. She loved to please others. Even though she hid behind walls, she loved to make people happy. She read about girls that had Masters, girls that would do anything to hear the words "good girl."

Anastasia began feeling something deep in her heart and soul, a kindred spirit of some type with the girls in the words she read. Then she read about Domination, that it wasn't about being told what to do but more along the lines of living to please One that could Master her, to live by His rules but not forcefully, more like willingly.

The articles gave Anastasia a lot to think about. She had a lot of questions and began asking Weston about some of the things she had read. He would explain the best He could and point her in another direction to research her answers. This way it wasn't just Him saying it was so. She would read other perspectives on the matter.

Her report was due in two days, and she had not yet begun to write it. Anastasia thought, "Well, it will get done, but I guess it will be a little late." Anastasia began to write about herself first, how even as a little girl she had strived to please everyone in her life, that she craved praise and it would make her heart soar when she knew she had done well.

The day of the report came and Anastasia was not finished yet. It was almost done -- just a little longer. She was unaware that she should have just begged for more time, but after today she would know for sure not to be late again, at least not with Weston. Weston popped up on the messenger program they both had installed. Only the two of them were on each other's list, so they could have a lot of private time.

Weston said "hello," and asked how she was doing. Anastasia said she was great and had been working on her paper, it was almost done.

Weston sat there a minute -- long enough for her to say, "Are you still here?"

Weston typed in nods. He then asked her if she understood that the paper had a time limit and was due on a certain day and time. Anastasia said yes she did and she apologized profusely for the lateness. She was just trying to make it perfect.

Weston's next words made Anastasia's world sink. "Anastasia, I am very disappointed in your failure to complete the simple task I gave to you," He said.

Anastasia blinked back the tears that threatened to consume her and said once more, "I am so very sorry Weston. Please let me finish it and send it tonight. It will be done, I promise you."

"Okay, I will give you until 9pm tonight. If it is not done, Anastasia, trust me. You will not like the consequences," He stated.

Anastasia went back and immediately began work on the article, pulling all the pieces together, reading it and editing it over and over again, making sure it was presentable, that it was pleasing to the eyes, and most of all, making sure it wasn't just words and that it showed her heart and soul.

At 8:55pm, true to His word, Weston logged back on. "Are you finished, Anastasia?" he asked.

"Yes, I am finished, and I am emailing You the article now," she replied breathlessly.

She sent the document and waited. It seemed like an eternity that she waited. Her stomach had butterflies swimming. Amazingly, for some reason, even her shaved pussy was reacting to the wait. She felt the wetness as it slid between the petals, blushing profusely, so glad He was not there to see this. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Weston private messaged her.

"Very well written, Ana. I am well pleased with your honestly. I feel your passion. I can see the excitement in your writing. I am still displeased at the assignment being late though. What do you think should be done about it?" He said.

Anastasia was stammering in real life trying to think of the appropriate response. It hit her then that she had already begun the journey of subbing to Weston. Her next words hit her in the gut as she was shocked that it came out as it did.

"I was late, Weston, and I apologize. I know an apology is not good enough. From what I have read and written, my answer is that You should punish the infraction. In that I will learn not to be late with You or anyone else again," She typed out.

Weston stared at her words on the screen, and His smile would have melted her to the very core if she had been able to see it up close. "Yes, you are right Ana. You should be punished and you shall be. The how of it is the tricky part. You are very new to this and I realize you have no experience, so this is what I propose."

"Your punishment is to keep a journal every day for the next month, faithfully, writing to me about feelings, wants, needs, and desires. Nothing is to be hidden from me. If you fail to write each day, the punishment will be worse.

Does this sound fair?" He said.

"Yes, it seems very fair to me. Where should this journal be kept?" she asked.

The details were worked out, and Ana began writing her journal to Weston. One day He replied to her journal and said, "I know there is more, Ana. Tell me." He also said for her to address Him as Sir from now on, so Ana adjusted to His request quite easily.

The journal began to show her things about herself that she never thought possible. One day she knew this journal would be looked back on and she would wonder how this all started.

The next month went by quickly. Smoothly, Weston continued guiding Ana through different things and explained parts of the lifestyle that she had questions about. Ana found herself becoming more and more sexually attracted to this man. She would cream her panties just typing away with Him. The sexual urges were growing in intensity. She so wished He would touch her and finally she placed these thoughts and feelings in her journal.

That afternoon, He did touch her, the slightest of kisses, barely His lips touched hers, his hands roamed lightly over her arms, describing it in detail as her body flooded with heat and desire. She was falling for this man. They both knew she was, and so Weston felt it was time to try something else.

"Ana, how would you feel about talking to me on the telephone?" He asked.

Ana sat trembling at the keyboard. To hear His voice, something she had dreamed of in her sleep, she wanted that so badly, but to actually allow it to happen... What if He was a psycho killer and all the other evil things she had heard about the Internet?

"I would love to talk to You, Sir. I am a little frightened though," She replied.

Weston gave her His phone number, allowing her to call Him first, so that she would realize that He was safe. Ana called Him. His voice was smooth, sexy almost sultry. It felt like warm butter over pancakes. Ana melted. Weston explained to Ana that He wanted her to gather a few things for their next call.

He asked her if she owned a vibrator. She was horrified. "No!" she said.

Weston laughed in a very relaxed voice and instructed her to go buy one, and to also pick up a set of chain nipple clamps with the tiny clips not the big clover ones. He also instructed her to pick up a small bag of clothespins and to order butt plugs -- Small, medium and large. Ana's eyes were like saucers. Her mind was reeling and she was ready to say, "No way. I can't buy those things."

But that voice, it caressed her soul. She knew she would do almost anything to please Him. She said she would do as instructed and for the first time she heard the words "good girl" from Him.

Ana's body shivered with excitement. Her panties were soaked after they hung up the phone and she took off to go do what He asked for. She refused to be late this time. This time she would surprise Him and be done ahead of schedule.

Ana began searching the various toy shops online that were recommended to her. She wanted the one that would cause her the least embarassment upon delivery. Ana found one and placed the order for the vibrator/dildo combo. Looking at all the names filled her mind with naughty visions. She bought the economy anal pack that had three sizes of butt plugs and it had an anal dildo.

She also read it had something called "Anal Ease." By the time Ana got to the nipple clamps, her pussy was drenched and so hot. She wanted to cum so badly. Instead, she finished the order and headed out to the local store for the clothes pins, wondering just what in the world Weston wanted these for. All she wanted was to please Him. Ana grabbed a pack of 100 wooden pins and a few other items and headed out to the car, belly still fluttering every time she thought of talking to Him on the phone.

As Ana drove home, her long blond tresses fanned in the wind from the open window. Ana belted out the tune that came on the radio, "I wanna kiss you all over." She was radiating. Her beautiful glow could be seen by anyone. Ana felt decadent, naughty, and sexy. Anastasia couldn't wait to see Weston online tonight. She was going to tell Him about the things she picked out and even show Him the pictures.

Anastasia kept her thighs squeezed so tightly on the drive home, anything to relieve the pressure. Weston had not done anything sexual with her but the more they talked, the more Ana's desire increased.

Anastasia saw Weston on briefly online that night, showing Him the pictures of what she bought, and He said "Good girl." Ana's heart soared like floating on air. The smile would have melted His heart this time. Weston asked Anastasia if she was horny? Ana blushingly typed in a big "YES!"

Weston asked Ana to slide her finger between her slit of shaved petals. He typed in for her to not type anything back until she needed to cum. His words began appearing quickly, instructing her to rub her clit. Ana was way ahead of Him. She was rubbing and pinching and pulling upon that swollen nub. He instructed her as well to get two clothespins out of the bag and place one on each hard nipple.

Anna's first reaction was, "Oh, my," as it caused a burning sensation that after a couple of minutes seemed to fade away. Weston knew it would. Anastasia continued to rub, pull, and pinch, finally sliding two fingers in that hot little cunt, feeling the juices cover her probing hand, hips grinding against the palm, fingers dug in deeper.

Weston finally saw a set of lines going across the page. He smiled as he typed, "Not yet."

Ana began entering the lines urgently, over and over. She was so close. Finally seeing the "cum NOW," Anastasia's body jerked as juices flooded the palm of the hand, heart pounding as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. She had even screamed out during the orgasm.

After a moment or so, Weston typed in another message. "Remove the pins," it read. Anastasia had no clue, but reached for the first one, and the skin seemed glued to the wooden material. The sting and burn made tears prick her emerald eyes. She told Weston this, and He informed her that this was a normal reaction.

As Ana removed the other pin, she panted through the pain, surprised by the warmth that began to fill the mounds of aching flesh, turning to an intense heat. Weston instructed Anastasia to write about this in her journal. He wanted to read how she had felt during this first time with Him.

Ana glowed again. Her body was languid in feeling. Ana told Weston "goodnight," and they both logged off and headed to bed.

Ana's toys arrived, and she immediately emailed Weston explaining everything was here. Ana also put her phone number in the email. She trusted Wes and was showing this in good faith. Weston did not call, but gave Ana instructions on the toys. He allowed her to practice with them some before she had to use them full out. Ana practiced with the dildo/vibrator, and was amazed that the orgasm was achieved so quickly.

After the clothespins she was a little nervous about the nipple clamps. They looked ominous after the wooden pegs that she had once viewed as so innocent. Ana got ready for work and headed out the door. People at work commented on how she had a glow. Her face shone brightly and her hair was like shimmering fire. Anastasia felt on top of the world. She was able to log onto the computer at work, and about lunch time she was surprised to hear a little bleep. Ana looked down and saw Weston was online. Her heart stopped.

Weston and Ana both said hello to each other through typing. Weston asked if he could call her at work. Ana immediately gave him the phone number and waited on the edge of her seat for His call. The phone rang, and for the first time she heard His voice. It seemed to melt over her like a warm bath. Ana caught herself almost moaning just from having heard Him.

"Ana?" Weston said.

"Yes?" Ana replied

"Hello, Ana. How are you?" He asked.

"I am doing ok Sir. Thank You for asking. How are You please?" she whispered out.

"I am doing great Ana. It is wonderful to speak with You." He responded.

Ana was feeling the juices between her legs, and how her body reacted to this man was incredible. His voice seemed to change tenor at different times, causing her pussy to respond differently to the types of tones.

"What are You doing, Ana?" Weston asked.

"Nothing, just talking to You," She said.

Weston waited a moment. He had called to hear her voice and speak with her. Now she had forgotten to say Sir. What to do. He was quiet. Ana's voice disrupted the empty space.

"Is something wrong?" She said?

Ahh, there Ana had done it a second time. Weston was thinking of all sorts of ways to punish this infraction at work. He did not want to cause her to regret the call, but she had to be taught that there are consequences to one's actions, even the little ones.

"Ana, you forgot something twice in your dialogue," Weston said in a totally different voice.

Ana thought a moment and felt a slight fear suddenly. Oh no, she knew what she forgot, and now she knew He would ask her what should be done about it.

"I forgot to call You 'Sir,' Sir. I am so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. It won't happen again. I promise I won't forget again Sir." She stumbled over her speech.

"No Ana, I know you won't forget again, but now what should I do to make sure you do not forget?" He whispered.

"You should punish me, Sir," Ana said without hesitation.

"Yes you will be punished. Open your desk drawer, Ana. Tell me the items inside please," Weston asked.

Ana quickly got the drawer open. "Sir, there are pens, pencils, scrap paper, rubber bands, paper clips, tape, and a ruler," she said quickly.

Weston thought for a moment. His mind looked at details of everything she said.

"Ok, Ana, I want you to go to the supply closet and get two of those black bindery clips. Medium sized is the best," He said.

Ana asked, "May I go now, Sir?"

"Yes, go now and hurry," Weston responded.

Ana hurried out of the office after placing the phone down, went to the supply area, and looked around for what He wanted. She found two of a medium size and some small ones. She grabbed the two clips and rushed back to the phone. Her cunt ached badly. It was on fire. She had never felt this hot before. She returned to the phone.

"I am back, Sir," she said.

"Very good, Ana," He replied

"Now Ana, this is what you are to do. Is there anyone in your office that can see you right now?" He asked.

"No Sir," Ana replied

"Good. I will assume you are wearing a dress. I want you to pull up your dress. Pull your panties down and then attach one clip to the left shaved petal and the other to the right. Do this now Ana," Wes said in a very sultry voice.

Ana was in awe, but she replied, "Yes, Sir." Ana's fingers trembled as the dress was lifted, revealing silky white flesh. Her panties were soaked, to her surprise. She pulled them back and attached the clips to first one side then the other. Oh god, her mind was screaming as the clips burned like mad. It felt like her pussy was in a vice. She then had to sit down. As she did so her body went nuts. Ana was panting, trying to breathe through this pain. She picked the phone up and tried to hold very still.

"I am back, Sir," she managed to pant out.

"Ah yes, you feel the burn, Ana, don't you?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I feel it, but it is beginning to grow numb like the clothespins did." she said.

Weston knew by the time this was over she would hate these clips. He instructed Ana to put place her fingers against the clit, to begin teasing it, rubbing it harder.

"Oh god, Sir, please, this hurts so badly." she cried.

"Well, it isn't supposed to feel good, is it?" He asked.

Ana rolled her fingers over her clit, then slid two fingers into the tight well, feeling a tremendous amount of moisture. She was surprised that this made her as hot as it did. The blush suffused her cheeks as she continued stimulating her clit, which in turn stimulated the clips. She bit back a moan.

Weston heard the moan on the phone. Yes, now was the time to go. Weston told Ana to keep the clips on until He called her back. She was to go to the bathroom and move them ¼ of an inch every fifteen minutes. Ana heard His words.

Weston also said, "And, you will play with your hot little cunt every five minutes for a minute. That is what you want, right? You are soaked like a little slut, aren't you? Your body betrays your mind as it craves even this punishment," Weston said.

Ana was still in denial, but she knew He was right. She could not lie to Him. "Yes Sir," she said.

"Good girl. I will call you later. Don't forget," Weston said.

"Yes Sir, and no Sir, I won't forget," She replied.

Ana began to smell herself as she got wetter and wetter. The first trip to the bathroom she thought she would die. The pain was incredible. The binder wouldn't release the flesh. Once it did though, the blood rushed back to that spot, leaving a huge throbbing pain. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, her other hand reached and moved the other pin. She prayed Sir would not keep her like this for long.

Ana was dying after the second move of the clips. Her pussy was red, swollen, and aching. Her clit was hard, and about to explode. The silk panties were so wet she had to lift the dress to sit on the seat so as not to get it wet. The more she played the more it aggravated the clips, but it also increased the desire ten-fold. Ana jumped as the phone rang.

"Hello, Ana," Weston's low voice said.

"Hello, Sir," Ana replied.

"Have you been doing as I asked? Have you been a good girl, Ana?" He said.

"Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir, a very good girl, Sir," she said quickly.

"Are you wet, Ana? Is that hot pussy dripping with your juices?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I can smell me," she said.

"Yes, and just think, now others can probably smell you to. Just think of the next person coming in the room and smelling that smell, the smell of a naughty slut," He said in such a melting voice.

"Ana stick you hand between your legs. Slip two fingers inside and gather that honey for me. I want you to then bring it to your nose and rub a little upon your lips. Then clean your fingers. Make sure I hear you, Ana, or we will begin again," He instructed.

Ana's hand moved quickly between her thighs. She wanted to get these clips off. They were killing her poor labia. She wanted to cum as well. Her body was on fire. Slipping two fingers deep inside elicited a loud moan. She was reluctant to remove her fingers as it felt soo good. Ana's fingers lifted to her nose. She inhaled that aroma of her sex. Cheeks turned red fire as the smell seemed all around her. Ana rubbed some on her lips. Then she licked them clean into the phone, sucking her fingers like she would give anything to suck His cock.

"Good girl, Ana," Weston said.

"Thank You, Sir. Sir, please, the clips. Please, may I take them off yet," She begged.

"Are you sure you have learned the lesson, Ana?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I have, I have," She cried.

"What was the lesson, Ana?" He asked her.

"To not forget to say 'Sir,' Sir," Ana replied.

"Well, that was the punishment, but the lesson was different. Think about it, Ana. What are you?" He asked.

Ana's mind was so focused on the clips she could not think clearly. She didn't know. She had stammered through a few guesses when He finally asked her.

"Ana, are you a slut?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I am Sir. Please, yes I am," She cried out.

"Ok, you may remove the clips, but I want them kept in your purse from now on. Do not forget them every day. Remember this as well. Remember this lesson. I want you to write an essay on how this felt to you. Leave nothing out. Tell me what you are. Tell me what you did," Weston said.

Ana agreed to His instructions, knowing it would be hard to write, "I am a slut." But she said it, so she was bound to be able to write it down. She was so hot and bothered she wanted to be used so terribly bad. She went to the restroom and removed those awful clips. Her body throbbed more. She cleaned the clips and placed them in her purse.

"Talk to you soon, Ana," Weston said.

"Yes Sir," She said.

Later that day, she was about to go home when the phone rang again. She almost swooned at the voice on the other end. He had called to wish her a great night and to offer a few more instructions.

"Hello. Ana. I want you, when you get home, to lay on the bed and play with your pussy. I want you to use your hand to make yourself cum. You are allowed to cum, but no less than five times before you go to sleep. Understand?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. I have to cum at least five times," Ana replied.

"Good girl. You are OK? Any questions? Anything bothering you?" He asked.

"Well, not really, things are OK," Ana said.

"Oh no, Ana, it is something, so spill it now," Weston said.

"Just I do not understand how my body became so excited by the pain of those clips. They really hurt, but I was so wet," Ana said.

"It is OK, Ana. Do not worry. A lot of women react the same way to pain. It's like a pain that is both pain and pleasure. It is not abnormal. I want you to include that in your essay and also your journal. We will talk more tomorrow. Goodnight, Ana," Weston said.

"Yes Sir, and goodnight Sir," Ana replied.

Anastasia gathered her belonging from work and walked out the door of the office. Walking seemed to take a little more effort on her part now. Her pussy was so hot, puffy, irritated, and downright sore from the punishment. At the same time, her panties were still soaked from the juices of the predicament. Her mind was in turmoil still regarding how she could be wet with those damn clips biting into her tender flesh like a clamp on an IV line. Lush lips turned upwards as she thought about Weston. Her cunt began to throb at just His name. Ana shook herself out of the daydream and headed home.

Anastasia got out of the car gingerly. She hurriedly went for the front door as now there was a spot of moisture on the back of her dress. The wind rustled by just then, slipping up her thighs like the breath of a lover. Fumbling with the keys as her teeth sunk into the lower lip, moaning softly at the gentle whisper, Ana pushed the door open to find nobody was home. She checked the answering machine and luck was on her side. No one would be home for a few hours.

Ana felt like a school girl almost, hiding and sneaking to experience something so sensual that words paled to describe it properly. Oh, Ana was getting in deep, way too deep. She lay back upon the bed with toys along side. Fingers pulled the dress up as hands yanked the panties down. She unbuttoned her blouse so that she had access to everything but could quickly cover up if someone came home early. Ana was so focused on Weston that nothing in the world seemed more important than pleasing Him and His desires.

Slowly her fingers ran up between the swollen petals, running past the sore areas with a painful but delightful moan. Ana's fingers fluttered over the pearl, the nub so swollen and hard, pulling upon it, thinking of His mouth suckling on the pleasure pulse. "Oh god," Ana said. She squirmed on the bed as the tightness began slowly to build in her belly.

"Ring, Ring,"

"Ring, Ring"

"Ring, Ring"

Anastasia about fell off the bed, hearing the phone ringing. She grabbed the receiver and panted out "Hello." Her clit was throbbing, aching, pulsating. All she wanted was to cum. She needed to oh so badly, and now here it was the phone had interrupted.

"Hello, Ana," Weston's sexy voice said on the other end.

Ana was breathless. Her heart pounded erratically as His voice melted all over her sweat covered body. Her mind split in a million directions as her juices flooded her well once again.

"Sir!" Ana said, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you. What a wonderful surprise."

"Have you been a good girl? Have you been masturbating to cum five times as instructed, Ana?" Weston asked.

"Yes Sir, I have been. I was doing so when the phone rang. Now the feelings are ten times worse. I need to cum so badly. Please, Sir, please let me cum. Oh god, I can't stand it any longer. It is so hot and aches terribly," Ana said.

"Good girl," Weston said.

Those two words Ana lived for day in and day out. As she heard them it just excited her even more. Her nipples were rock hard. They ached to be suckled and bitten. Her finger absently pulled, twisted, and pinched one bud without even realizing what she was doing.

"Ana, I want you to do exactly what I say when I say it, and I will consider allowing you to cum, but only if you obey, and only if you are good," Weston said, His voice just oozing passion, lust and sex all in one tone.

"Yes Sir, I promise to obey and be a good girl, Sir. Please just please don't make me wait anymore," She pleaded.

"Are your toys there, Ana?" Weston asked.

"Yes Sir, they are here," replied Ana. Her voice was shaking. Her body was melting. Ana was becoming lost in the voice on the phone and the overwhelming response it had to the voice.

"Ana, place the nipple clamps on, one on each nipple. You may place the phone down while you do so, then let me know it is done," Weston said. He knew from Ana's words during their chats that Ana loved to have her nipples bitten. Wonder if she would still like that after these clamps? Well, we would see.

Ana placed the clamps on. "Ow, ow, ow," she cried. "That was the first one. Oh, ow, oh oh," she cringed. "That was the second one." The intense fire that ripped through the buds was like someone had just bitten her nipples clean off, without any foreplay. "They are on, Sir," Ana panted out.

"Good girl. Now, I want you to imagine being at my feet with those clamps on, My hand occasionally pulling upon the chain to get your attention. You know that if you are not focused on me that the pulls will be harder. I know little Ana does not want that to happen, do you Ana?" He said.

"No Sir!" She immediately cried out. These clamps were nothing like the clothespins. These held tight and didn't bend. The chain seemed to pull them towards each other.

"Ana, I want you to slide your fingers into that naughty pussy of yours and begin to rub that clit hard. You do not have to respond all the time, just moan or yell or something so I know you are focused. Listen to my voice, Ana. Imagine my hand there, and how hard I would do these things. Then I want you to do them," He said.

Ana was already rubbing her clit, hard and fast. The tension was already high because His voice seemed to take her to heights she could never imagine before. Just His voice. She was moaning softly as her pleasure nub began to throb more, moaning a little louder with each stroke.

"Ana, your other hand is to pull and release the chain the hangs between your nipples. Pull and release. Don't stop rubbing. Keep rubbing as you pull. Don't stop, Ana. Faster. Harder. PULL Ana.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! God!!!! It hurts!!!!" Ana cried.

"Ahh, that is it, Ana, keep going. Pull and release," Weston said. Hearing her in the predicament made His cock hard, but this call wasn't for Him. This was all for her. There would be other times for Him to cum with her, but not today.

Ana was squirming on the bed as the pain began to change. The burning was something she was craving as she pulled harder. Her clit wasn't getting enough stimulation and it was driving her over the edge, the spiral building higher, tighter. "Please Sir, oh god, it feels so bad and good. I don't think I can do this," Ana cried out.

"Yes, you can, Ana. Now I want you to take your hand and stop pulling the chain. Spread your shaved lips apart so that your clit is exposed to the air. Now Ana, stop rubbing. With your other hand I want you to smack that clit hard. I mean it. Don't do it easy, because then I can't hear it. Understand?" He said.

"Oh my god. Yes, I understand, Sir," Ana said. Ana eyes were wide open but everything was on fire. She was going to explode, but she needed more before that could happen. She released the chain and spread those lips, allowing the hooded skin to poke out. SMACK, screams, SMACK, screams, SMACK, screams. "Oh god. Please, Sir, oh, oh," She screamed out.

"I can't hear it, Ana. Harder. Let me hear it, Ana. Smack that dirty cunt hard. Make those juices audible with those smacks. I want to hear it, Ana. HARDER!" Weston said in a very stern voice.

Ana responded by smacking over and over again, harder each time, louder. She knew He had to be able to hear it now, smacking, writhing on the bed, moaning as the pain was forgotten, just this incredible urge to cum overtaking her, crying out as each smack hurt, but felt so good.

"I can't hear you again, Ana. If I can't hear you, you will start all over again. Is this what you want?" He asked.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Sir," Ana cried.

She smacked her pussy harder, and harder still. Her hand was red. Her lips were red. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. She was in a daze almost. SMACK! SMACK! Her mind was with Him. She could feel His hand doing this to her. She moaned louder, finally hearing the words she had been dying to hear.

"Cum NOW Ana!!! Cum now, like the slut you are. Pull those clamps off as well, NOW," Weston ordered.

Ana bucked on the bed as the final smacks brought her over the edge. She pulled the clamps off her nipples in one fluid motion. The intensity was overwhelming, making her scream out over and over as the shooting fire exploded deep in her belly. Her juices flooded her hand. She couldn't stay still on the bed as the waves of pleasure engulfed her, panting through the moans of the pleasure, finally stopping. Lying there, she breathed hard heart pumped fast, and sweat poured from every gland.

Weston listened to her smacking those velvet lips, knowing she had no idea how hard He would smack them if given a chance, but He pushed her harder anyway. He could hear them, but told her He could not. He knew she was nearly ready though when her pain began to sound like pleasure. Listening to her screams as she came made the precum shoot against His underwear. Yes, she was a good slut. She would submit well.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to cum," She said.

"Who did I allow to cum, Ana?" Weston asked.

"A slut, Sir, Ana the slut," Ana said.

"Good girl, Ana. You have pleased me. Now relax. Run your fingers up and down your belly in soft subtle strokes, while we talk. I know that the clamps, and now the spanking of your pussy, are going to confuse you. Your response to them, honestly it is normal, and nothing for you to fear. We will explore other avenues and find what triggers your responses the most."

"Yes Sir, I would like that, Sir. It is confusing to feel this pain and then suddenly it is the most intense pleasure one could ever feel, but I have always heard that pain is pain, and no pleasure could be derived from it, so this was a little unnerving for me, Sir," Ana said.

"I know it was, Ana, but you will learn over time what is real pain verses what is painful pleasure," Weston said.

The two talked a little about the orgasm and the intensity. He instructed her to clean any toys she used later, when she came the other four times. He had given her this one as a gift. They talked about her work, his work, things at home, and how those things were going. Ana was so entranced by Him she could barely breathe at times during the conversation. Her glazed expression began to change to one that was alert and oriented. Her body was sore. Oh god, she did not have any idea how sore she would be.

"Wow, Sir, I am so sore. I had no idea. This feels like I was beat up or something. My muscles ache terribly," Ana said.

"Yes hon, that is normal as well. You will need to soak in a very warm bath tonight, though I warn you, where those clips were will sting like mad, so just ease into the water. Soak and perhaps cum in the bath where its nice and warm and the water caresses you. Think of that water as being me," Weston said.

"Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm, I can do that, Sir. I will do that, Sir. It was so beautiful, Sir. Thank you for staying after the orgasm, Sir. I feel I would have been lost without you here," Ana said.

"Of course, Ana, it is part of my job to see to you physically, emotionally, and mentally. You were in a place that it is not good to be left alone. You might have had questions when you became fully alert again. You may have needed something. On the phone is different. Think real life. If we were together doing this, think how I probably would have brought you water, held you in my arms until your breathing slowed and your body relaxed," Weston said.

"Yes, I read something about that, Sir. It is called aftercare or something?" She queried.

"Yes, Ana, that is correct. Before you ask, yes, you did achieve sub space. It was a very small amount of time, but you were there," Weston said in a caressing voice.

Ana was shocked. She didn't realize. Now she wondered what deep subspace felt like. She would find out one day, she knew, with Weston, she hoped. If not, it would be another. Someday though, she would feel it real life, as in flesh and blood. Perhaps it would be with Weston. Who knew?

Weston was thinking along the same lines of real life. It would be nice to meet Ana and put her through her paces, once she was trained some more. She still had a long way to go.

"Ana, I have to go now. Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I am ok and feel wonderful. Thank You again, Sir," Ana said.

"Goodnight, Ana. Talk with you tomorrow. Don't forget your assignments," Weston said.

"Goodnight, Sir. No, I won't forget. How could I?" Ana replied.

Ana hung up the phone, lay there a few moments, then began putting her things away. She stripped down and placed the clothing into the basket, ran a hot bath, and soaked until the water began to cool. Her thoughts and dreams were of Weston that night, and she just could not wait until the next time they met.

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