From davewl@indy.net Tue Mar 11 22:45:44 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-stk-3.sprintlink.net!news.indy.net!not-for-mail From: davewl Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short Story, "Wrong Number", Dave Wallace Date: 12 Mar 1997 03:45:44 GMT Organization: IndyNet - Indys Internet Gateway (info@indy.net) Lines: 318 Message-ID: <5g58t8$lvl$1@news.indy.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip75-107.ts.indy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.22 (Windows; I; 32bit) New to the internet, I'm only learning how and where to post stories. I recently posted this story at alt.sex.spanking and alt.sex.femdom. I trust that I'm not violating any protocol by posting it here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy: Wrong Number (A Short Story by Dave Wallace) (Copyright 1997, Manuscript Publishing Company) I When the Īphone rang, I knew that it must be a wrong number. Iād only moved in three days prior and the telephones had been hooked up only that day. I almost didnāt answer it but thought better of that idea since I was bored and had always enjoyed wrong numbers in a perverse way that only family members and close friends had grown accustomed to. As a child, Iād watched as my Dad would handle wrong numbers with a variety of ploys. His favorite was to simply respond with, "Carla?" (or "Susan?", or "Bill", etc.). "Hold on. Iāll get her.", into the telephone. And then, loudly, into the room at large, "Carla·telephone." Whereupon heād set the Īphone down and continue with whatever activity heād been engaged in when he was, in his words, Īso rudely interruptedā. Heād then wait until the caller grew weary, the Īphone alerted him, and then heād hang it up. Heād explain to me that he felt the caller should be Īpunishedā for their ineptitude and that he felt better for dispensing their punishment by inconveniencing them as they had inconvenienced him. Dad had any number or wrong-number gambits and Iād learned them all over the years. One of his other favorites was to deal with a young lady calling for a young man, with, "Iām sorry, heās in the shower with Tom (or Dick or whomever) experimenting. May I take a message?". You get the idea. ĪLike father - like sonā, they say. Thus, when I answered the Īphone that night, I was prepared to carry on the family tradition and toy with someoneās mind. "Hello?" "Bill?" My nameās Dave, not Bill! "Yes." Here we go! "It doesnāt sound like you." "I have a cold. Howāre you doinā?" "Oh, OK, I guess. Iāve missed you. When did you get in?" "Only a few minutes ago." "How was your trip?" "Iād" been traveling, evidently. "I made it home in one piece. I missed you terribly, too." "Did you think of me when you jacked off, honey?" Ah. A little Īphone sex, perhaps? "Of course." "Tell me about it." Now the fun could begin. "You were wearing leather." "Oh my. You kinky thing. Tell me more." "You put me over your knee and paddled me with a wooden paddle." "Were you naughty?" "No. In my fantasy, you said that you liked the way that my cock felt between your bare legs while you spanked me and the way that my butt turned red from the paddling." "Did you like the paddling?" "I donāt know, since it was only a fantasy, but I do know that I came all over my hands thinking about it. You had told me to catch the cum in my hands and then forced me to lick my hands clean afterwards. I pretended that you were there, threatening me with further paddling if I didnāt comply." "So, you ate your own cum?" I could tell by her voice that she was set back by ĪBillāsā admission but it also sounded like she was turned on. "Yes, maāam. I say, Īmaāamā because thatās what you made me say in my fantasy." "You never told me you had such thoughts, Bill. Have you fantasized such things before?" "No. Not really. I think that I was reacting to a book that I found in the hotel lounge. Iād sat in a booth for a cocktail earlier in the evening and someone had left it there. It was an erotic book entitled, "Welts, Female Domination in An American Marriage" by a couple named Gloria and Dave Wallace. It told of wives spanking and whipping their husbands as part of an overall lifestyle." "So, you found the idea of submitting to a womanās stern hand to be arousing?" "Yes." "Yes, what, Bill?" Billās lady caught on fast! Poor Bill! "Yes, maāam." Thatās better. What are you wearing now, Bill?" "I just got out of the shower and put on underwear." "Whereās the Īmaāamā?" "Maāam." "Set the Īphone down and take off your underwear, Bill." "Yes, maāam." So saying, I followed her instructions and picked up the handset, standing in the empty house, nude, semi-hard, and having fun with this game. "Are you naked?" "Yes, maāam." "Is your cock hard?" "Semi, maāam." "Stroke your cock for me, Bill. Make it hard. Think of me spanking you the next time that I see you. Think of cumming on my thighs and then licking it off. Is it getting hard yet?" "Yes, maāam." "Would you like to cum for me, Bill?" "Yes, maāam." "Think of me and my roommate watching you now as you jack off. Think of her amusement to see my power over you. Think of her kneeling at my feet eating me while you entertain the two of us. Think of us both paddling you and having you serve us as a sex slave. You get the picture, Bill?" "Yes, maāam." "Are you close to getting off?" "Yes, maāam." "Do you know what you must do when you cum?" "Yes, maāam." "Tell me." "Yes, maāam. You want me to catch the cum in my palms and then lick them clean." "Exactly, Bill. Now, cum for me." I couldnāt believe how much this stranger, this sexy lady, had gotten into the fantasy. I couldnāt believe that I was following her instructions and that I had every intention of riding this game all the way. I could hear a whimper escape my lips as the semen spurted from the head of my circumcised cock and filled the cupped palm of my other hand. Iād propped the telephone under my chin to free both hands to attend to my masturbation so my mystery dominatrix could hear my gasp. "Are you cumming now, Bill?" "Yes, maāam." "Are you catching all of your cum in your other hand, Bill?" "Yes, maāam." "āAre you going to eat your cum for me, honey?" "Yes, maāam." I raised my cum-filled hand to my lips and began licking and slurping its contents rather noisily. "Thatās a good boy, Bill. Lick it all up. God, I love it. Why did it take so long to discover this little secret of yours?" "I donāt know, maāam." "You know that Iām going to carry out my threat - or promise - whatever you wish to call it. Donāt you?" Playing dumb for now. "Whatta you mean, maāam?" "I mean, dummy, that Carol and I are going to have a ball with you tomorrow night. I canāt wait to see her face when I tell her what Iāve planned. Do you want that, honey?" "Yes, maāam." "You get some sleep. Iāll call you in the morning. Bye, baby." "Goodnight, maāam." After hanging up the telephone, I felt forlorn. Iād set out to mind-fuck my caller and ended up playing puppet to her pulling of my strings. I paced the floor, my cock bobbing, still semi-hard after my ejaculation, and thought about the woman who had just called. I wished that I knew her name. Suddenly getting a brainstorm, I snatched the telephone from its cradle and pressed *69, a callback feature - for the last caller - I remembered reading about in the literature left by the Īphone company installer. After only two rings, I heard, "Hello." My mystery womanās voice. Taking a chance, I tried, "Whoās this?" "Itās Peggy, silly. Donāt you recognize my voice after only a week on the road? I told you Iād call in the morning. Couldnāt you wait?" "No, maāam." "Well, youāll just have to. You interrupted me while I was telling Carol about our little secret. Wait a minute. She wants to talk to you. Youād best be polite. I told her sheād get a chance with the paddle too." "Hi, Bill." "Hi, Carol." "Thatās maāam, Bill." "Yes, maāam." "Peggy tells me that youāre going to get your first spanking from her tomorrow night and that I get to help. I find this just slightly radical, Bill. Is she telling me true?" "Yes, maāam." "Jesus. I love it. Hereās Peggy." "Bill?" "Yes, maāam." "I told you Iād call in the morning. I guess that you know youāll be getting extra swats for interrupting me this evening?" "Yes, maāam." "Good night, Bill." "Good night, maāam." Hanging up for a second time, I was struck by the fact that my cock was again hard as a rock. Still nude, I walked to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. The after-taste of my own cum, while alien to my experience, was not all together unpleasant but I was thirsty. Iād never actually acted out that fantasy of masturbation, ejaculation into my own palm, and being Īforcedā to consume it. Iād often thought about it when I beat off but had always lost courage after cumming and losing my horny edge. As far as the spanking, it had always played a role in my fantasies and had been central to the discord in my recently severed relationship with my live-in lady of one year. At twenty-one, Iād received a large inheritance from a trust left by my grandmother. I mean large - as in over ten million dollars! In spite of my assiduous spending on a European odyssey of debauchery, Iād only dissipated a couple of hundred thousand in the six months following the birthday, thus following Grandmotherās dictum of ĪNever spend the principal.ā, since the interest from my inheritance provided a tidy income of over one million dollars a year. My vacation ended in England where Iād met Vanessa, the lady I thought Iād spend ever-aftering with. Iād returned to Boston, much to the relief of the family bankās trust officers, Vanessa in tow, and moved into a spacious condo to live the good life. From the beginning, weād enjoyed a capacious love life and I should have been happy. I probably would have been had I not been so curious. "Step Into My Dungeon - Step Into Your Fantasies", the advertisement read. Iād picked up an Īalternative tabloidā at the book store and was paging through it while waiting for Vanessa to return from shopping. One thing led to another and - just for the fun of it, I told myself - I called the advertised number next to ĪMistress Wandaāsā picture. To make a long story short, within a week, Iād succumbed to Wandaās telephone seduction and found myself bound over an exercise horse, receiving a blistering paddling from a leather-clad ĪDominatrixā, my ass aflame, tears coursing down my face, and my cock throbbing - pre-cum dangling from its end. I was hooked. I had probably been hooked when I first saw that ad. Certainly, when I was paddled. Undoubtedly, after my paddling, when Wanda deigned to allow my Īworshipā of her luscious body - fore and aft - with my attentive lips and tongue. Afterwards, I found that the only way what I now considered as Īvanilla sexā remained enjoyable with Vanessa, was if I thought of the paddle while fucking Vanessa. Things could have remained fine with Vanessa and me but I (stupidly) figured that it would be better to say Īadiosā to Wanda and share my newfound knowledge with my lady-love. Vanessa reacted as if I had told her of a penchant for oral sex with French Poodles or Border Collies. An incredible fight ensured and within a couple of days, I was moving out amid assurances to Vanessa that I would continue to maintain her apartment for her and provide her with a generous allowance. "Too kinky", she had said. "Sick. Perverted." I guess that she didnāt like the idea of having her own sex slave as much as I liked the idea of serving in that capacity! It was with thoughts of Vanessa that I finally drifted off to sleep. Thoughts of her in leather. Thoughts of her in command of me, demanding all of the naughty things that Wanda had liked. II "Hello, Vanessa? Itās Peggy." "Hi, Peggy. Howād it go?" "Exactly as you said that it would. I still canāt believe that you knew the way Dave would react to my call!" "Tell me." "As you predicted, he thought Iād gotten a wrong number and he pretended to be Bill. From there, he went into a kinky fantasy and ended up beating off for me. Too weird." "Howād you leave it?" "I told him that Iād call in the morning and that he could look forward to serving my roommate and me after we had paddled him soundly." "Is that all that you told him?" "I told him that he should think of my roommate on her knees, eating me, while he entertained us with his masturbation. I told him that Iād spank him over my knee until he came on my thighs and then have him lick it up." "Peggy, you naughty thing, you. When you call him in the morning, arrange for him to be at your place tomorrow evening before sundown. Iāll get there an hour or so before then so that we can get prepared. Did you make the other arrangements?" "The other guests should arrive around 9:00 PM. Your wedding dress has already been delivered. Flowers will be delivered while Carol and I are warming up Daveās butt. "I spoke with your attorney and the contracts are ready for me to pick up. Iāll drop by her office after lunch and have them ready for you and Daveās signatures. "The attorney said that your contract will be completely legal and binding; however, youāll of course have to get married again after youāve secured a license and all. The ceremony is to be performed, as you know, by my sister, who, while sitting as a judge, is kinkier than I." "Thanks, Peggy. I wouldnāt be able to pull this off without you. Iāll see you tomorrow evening. Have a good time with Dave and leave some for me. Understand, I simply want him to be warmed up a bit. Iāll see to his initiation, in front of our guests, after the ceremony." "Good night, Vanessa." III Vanessa and I have been married now for over a year. A lot of guys would say that Iām nuts to obey and serve my wife but weāre happy as clams. Neither of us works - my inheritance gives us the freedom to simply live life to its fullest. Peggy and her new husband spend a good deal of time at our country estate along with several other Īlike-mindedā couples, enjoying the privacy afforded by our 1,000+ acres of woodland, ĪNo Trespassingā signs, and miles of chain-link fence. The ladies, for their part, enjoy having more than one attentive husband to serve them, from fetching them food and drink to more intimate tasks - bathing and massaging them, sexually serving them, and submitting to their every whim - to include, of course, the infliction of corporal Īpunishmentā. We men acquiesce to such treatment because·well, because we find something appealing about being a sexual slave to a group of attractive, highly sexual women. Go figure.