Dominated love, Chapter 4 Would it ever happen again? You fe..

Dominated love, Chapter 4
Would it ever happen again?
You felt like your phone had become an appendage. Constantly by your side, in your hand, in your pocket, on the desk within eye glance. You must have checked your phone over a thousand times, probably more over the last few days. Waiting to see if you received a message, a phone call, anything really. Just a word, an acknowledgement that it had been real. And truthfully, that it wouldn’t be a once in a lifetime experience. You couldn’t complain about anything. You didn’t even mind that she refused to give you your underwear back, making you leave with your very empty balls hanging free. You yearned for her to send you something. It had been over a week since you had been fucked better than any dream, yet it felt like yesterday. Every time you closed your eyes you saw her full voluptuous shape, tasted her cunt and got goosebumps lingering all over your skin just with those thoughts. Not to mention how hard your cock became as you imagined her chocking off the air from your lungs with her vice like grip around your neck.

You had drifted back into reality, a reality where no one noticed you. Where you once again were the butt of every joke in the office. You really were pathetic and the longer the silence lasted the more you gave up any hope of anything like that night ever happening again.
She had refused to give you her number. Or any means of communication. She had told you ‘I’m in control here. I get to decide when this happens again. You are at my beckon call. ‘ you remember her saying those words like ice touching skin. It lingered, almost burning into your flesh. You knew where she lived, but as pathetic as you were. You wouldn’t be the one stalking outside her house. You had considered it, but how low would you have to go before doing something so groveling. Even though you did crave her, her touch, her control with every inch of your being. You also feared going to her place and seeing her with someone else. You knew there probably would be others. People stronger, taller, more suited to her Amazonian physique who were less feeble and pathetic like you.

You had found yourself chastising yourself on several occasions, on the one hand you wanted her to call and on the other the dream which had become a reality seemed far better as a once off. Without the possibility of her rejection. You were sitting at your desk, once again trying to concentrate on your work, while your mind drifted back to her almost breaking your hand. It still ached just a little as you moved to massage it with the other hand. When your phone began to ring. You had gone from eagerly looking at your phone to almost dreading it. Every time it was an unknown number your heart had began to race just to be let down as you answered to yet another sales person. You had been offered life insurance, telecommunication, better rates on internet and more and more and more. You glanced over to see ‘unknown number’ on the phone. Most sales people at least had a number listed. This was unknown, it could mean a number of things. You were trying not to get your hopes up as you reached over to answer the phone.

‘Hello’ you answered shortly, almost no emotion in your words. There is a beat of silence and then you hear a voice ring out that has your cock going hard involuntarily ‘is that how you greet your mistress, I think you can do better than that.’ You sit up straight, the hunch in your back gone as if she were in the room chastising your bad posture. A few eyes dart to your sudden movement but your focus is utterly and completely on the voice resonating from your phone. You whisper back in a hushed tone. So as for no one to overhear ‘No mistress, I’m sorry mistress’ You hear her sultry voice through the phone. Making your cock pound with every syllable. ‘that’s better shorty, what are you doing right now?’
Shorty ‘I’m, I’m just working at my desk right now.’
Mistress ‘Are there a lot of people around you shorty?’
Shorty ‘A few colleagues of mine’
Mistress ‘Hmmmmmm go to the bathroom shorty’
Shorty ‘What, now?’
Mistress ‘I said, go to the bathroom shorty. If you misbehave again then you don’t get a reward’
You get up immediately, fleeing your chair back wards and almost knocking someone over in your haste to get to the bathroom. You almost run, speed walking your way out of the myriad of cubicles to the men’s bathrooms. A few eyes look up as you make haste. But quickly look down again seeing it’s only you. You’re of no importance. Even the lunch lady gets more attention in this place than you do. Then you hear her again ‘Are you there yet shorty?’
Shorty ‘Not quite, almost’ You push the door open. Heart pounding as you lock the door behind you’
Mistress, ‘I don’t like waiting shorty. You better be alone now otherwise I’m hanging up’
Shorty, ‘no, no, I’m alone mistress.’
Mistress, ‘take off your pants shorty and are you wearing any underwear?’
Shorty, ‘Im wearing boxers mistress’
Mistress, ‘Well, take those off as well and throw them in the trash. I told you I don’t like underwear on you. That’s not very good behavior you pathetic little man. Why haven’t you obeyed my instructions. You will get punished now’
Shorty ‘Im sorry mistress, it will never happen again’

You struggle trying to keep the phone to your ear while taking off your pants, Both hands on your pants while the phone balances between your ear and shoulder. You had thought about putting it on speaker but didn’t know how thin the walls were and couldn’t risk others hearing or making fun of you any more than they already did. It would have been easier and quicker if you had just taken off your shoes first. But in your haste you now find yourself prying your pants from your shoes in your attempt to get your underwear off.
Mistress, ‘Are you undressed yet shorter?’

With one finally tug you free your second leg and quickly drop your jocks to the floor,
Shorty ‘Yes, y, y, yes mistress.’
Mistress, ‘grab your cock and start jerking off shorty. Tell me how sorry you are, you pathetic little man. For disobeying my direct orders’
Shorty ‘I’m sorry mistress for disobeying you’
You grab hold of your cock which is already rock hard and start jerking it off, up and down, up and down. Just her voice is enough to have you getting closer to the edge.
Mistress ‘I want you telling me how pathetic you are shorty. You can only jerk yourself while you tell me how small and weak you are.’
Shorty ‘I am sorry mistress. I am pathetic and insignificant, and I don’t match up to your strength and power. You are a goddess, and I don’t deserve you’

Mistress. ‘You’re right shorty, you pathetic dweeb of a man. You don’t deserve me. I could strangle you with a single hand. I could take the air out of your lungs. I could lift you up without any effort at all. You really are such a miserable little man.
Your cock gets harder and harder, closer and closer to the edge. Your breathing increasing, panting slightly as you listen to her berate you over the phone.
Mistress ‘Are you getting close to cuming shorty? Tell me how hard your cock is right now?’
Shorty ‘I’m so close to cuming mistress. My cock is hard and throbbing’
Mistress ‘ Keep on jerking off pathetic little man. Just a little bit longer, up and down. Up and down you short excuse for a human being. You do exactly as I tell you and you are not allowed to cum until I tell you. That doesn’t mean you slow down. I want you jerking off like I would pound that cock of yours. Hard and fast and without remorse or feeling for you. This is about me right now.’
You keep jerking off. Getting closer and closer to cuming. Your balls begin to tickle, the precum juices flowing, dripping from the tip of your cock.

Mistress ‘Are you getting close shorty?’
Shorty, ‘Im so closer mistress, can I cum please mistress’
Mistress ‘that’s good shorty. That’s really good. Now stop jerking off. Pull up your pants and get back to work. And if you cum now. Then I don’t want to see if you tonight. However if you behave yourself now I will let you see me tonight. Do you understand that Shorty? I want you to squeeze hard on your balls right now. Stop yourself from having any more pleasure you hear me. Squeeze.
You were so close, you almost couldn’t control yourself. You try to control your breathing, You could literally explode right there and so you very quickly, squeeze so hard on your balls, praying the pain would be enough to stop you.
Mistress, ‘Squeeze, hard and get on your hands and knows and take a photo of yourself grabbing hold of your cock. I want to see the pain, the discomfort of your cock and balls being deprived. I want you begging me to relieve you later on. Do you understand?
Shorty, ‘Yes, yes mistress. I understand’

With that you hear the phone dial drop as she hangs up on you. You’re still holding hard onto your balls, trying to stop any more chances of cuming and find yourself quickly getting onto your hands and knees and squeezing hard on your cock. The pain, mixed with pleasure and arousal has you desperately wanting more and trying your best not to cum so she allows you to see her that night.
You take the photo and send it to her.