Going Deep (14 page)

 It was a simple
formula. He was happy. Correction—he was on top of the world, and that
translated into improved job performance. But he couldn’t tell the press that.
Instead, he credited the improvement in his hitting to those extra workouts
with Jeff and good old-fashioned practice. It was true to a degree, and it was
all the explanation they were going to get. His private life was just that—private.

* * *

She slit the
seal on the envelope and upended it on the coffee table. A cell phone, a tube
of lube, and a small pink butt plug slid out, along with a folded note. She
clenched her thighs tight to quell the instant need and quiver of nerves that
accompanying the sight of the little plug. Unable to sit still, she walked to
the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, and leaned against the counter
to read the note.

Prepare
yourself for my call this evening. Remove your clothes and slip into bed. Take
these items with you. No need to be nervous, angel. We’ll do this together.

Desire and
anticipation shuddered through her. His note was as forceful and domineering as
he was in person, yet he’d taken the time to address her fears. She dropped to
her knees and read the note again, imagining him speaking the words. His voice
filled her head, strong, commanding, and reassuring, and her pussy creamed. She
could do this. They would do it together.

Clutching the
edge of the counter for support, she rose to her feet. Her whole body trembled,
and clutching the wine glass with both hands, she took a fortifying sip, then
another. She refilled the glass, the bottle clinking against the rim. On shaky
limbs, she returned to the living room and the objects on the table.

Grabbing the hem
of her T-shirt, she lifted it over her head and dropped it on the sofa. She
shimmied out of her jeans, which unceremoniously joined her shirt. Another sip
of wine and her bra and panties topped the pile of clothes. Naked, she gathered
his gifts and the wineglass and walked down the short hallway to her bedroom.

Between the cool
sheets, she sipped the fortifying drink, and waited. With each minute, the need
to touch herself grew greater. Master would be disappointed if she did. He
might spank her or maybe he would think of another way to punish her. Did she
dare defy him? The phone rang, startling her, and put an end to all thoughts of
disobedience.

“Sir,” she said,
deferring to him at once.

“Angel.”

Her pussy
creamed at the sound of his voice and the wealth of meaning in his tone. She
was his, even outside the Dungeon.

“I followed your
instructions, Sir.”

“I knew you
would. I wish I could be there tonight to do this for you, but this will have
to do. I’m sure you’ll accomplish the job to my satisfaction.”

Anxiety mixed
with anticipation fluttered along her skin, the reality of what she was about
to do setting in. “I’ll try, Sir. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“That’s not a
problem. The plug is small. It won’t cause you any discomfort once you have it
inserted.” He paused, and she thought she heard a sigh. “Angel, before we go
any further tonight, I need to let you know…I have to be out of town for the
next five days. If you need me, call me using the phone I gave you. My number
is programmed in it. If I don’t answer, leave a message and I’ll return your
call. If it takes me several hours, don’t think I’m ignoring you. I’m not. I
want to talk to you more than you can imagine, so don’t worry. I will return
your call when I can.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.
I want to know everything you think and feel while I’m gone. If you’re horny, I
want to know. If you experience any discomfort from the plug, I want to know.”

“Yes, Sir. I
promise to share these things with you.”

“That makes this
trip almost bearable, angel. Now, I’m going to talk you through inserting the
plug. I want you to wear it until you wake in the morning, then you may remove
it. You’re to wear it every night while I’m gone. Each night, I want you to
call and tell me when you’ve put it in. I want to know how it feels—in detail.
Remember, I’m not there. I can’t read your body language over the phone. I need
to know everything you’re feeling—good or bad.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now,
tell me about your bed. Do you have a headboard or a footboard?”

“Yes, Sir. I
have both.”

“That pleases
me. I want you on your knees, facing the headboard, close enough you can touch
it. Spread your knees wide. Do it now.”

She shifted
pillows out of the way and moved into position. “Okay.”

“Put the phone
on speaker and place it on the bed in front of you. Then I want you to open the
lube, and squirt a generous amount onto one hand. Don’t skimp on the lube. Put
the other hand on the headboard to brace yourself while you spread it on your
asshole. Do it now.”

“Yes, Sir.” She
could hardly work the buttons on the phone with her trembling hands. She couldn’t
believe she was actually going to do this. Even though he was miles away and
couldn’t see her, his voice was in the room with her. Since she had never seen
him anyway, did it matter if she was in the Dungeon or her bedroom?

She managed to
activate the speaker function and placed the phone on the mattress. “The phone
is in place. Can you hear me, Sir?”

“I hear you,
angel. Now the lube. Describe it to me. I want to make sure you use enough.”

She squirted a
glob onto the fingers of her right hand. “I’d say it’s about the size of a
quarter, Sir.”

“More. I want
your ass wet from cheek to cheek. I couldn’t bear it if you were to hurt
yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.” She
squirted more on her hand. “I’ve got twice as much now, Sir.”

“That’s good.
Now, lean over and grasp the headboard. Bend over so your bottom is high and
your cheeks are open, then spread the lube on your asshole. Coat it good. Work
it inside with your finger.”

She braced
against the headboard and closed her eyes, imagining him watching her. The cold
gel met her heated skin and she gasped.

“Are you okay?”
he asked.

“Yes, Sir. It’s
cold.”

“Tomorrow, warm
the tube in hot water.”

A cold chill
that had nothing to do with the temperature of the lube ran down her spine. She
swallowed hard before replying. “That’s a good idea, Sir.”

“Are you working
it inside your hole?” he asked.

“I’m trying,
Sir.” She pushed against the tight muscles, gathering up the courage to
actually do it.

“Just do it,
angel. If I was there, I’d have more than my finger up your ass by now.”

She imagined his
cock pushing…demanding entrance and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied.
She closed her eyes tight and thrust her finger past the tight barrier. A
hoarse moan escaped her throat. “Oh! I did it, Sir!”

“Excellent,
angel. I knew you could do it. Now, work your finger around. Tell me how it
feels.”

She wiggled her
finger, dared to slide it part of the way out and back in. She’d never dreamed
that area could be so sensitive. “It feels good, Sir. Really, really good.” She
focused all her thoughts on the area. “It makes me weak, but horny, Sir. It’s
hard to explain.”

“I’m glad to
hear you’re enjoying it. Does it hurt to have your finger there?”

“No, Sir. It
feels…good. I never knew….”

“That’s what
this is about, angel, expanding your knowledge.”

“Is that a pun,
Sir?”

He chuckled. “Yes,
unintentional but a pun. I think you’re having too much fun without me. Take
your finger out now and put some lube on the plug.”

Carrie obeyed,
coating the plug liberally with lube. “Ready, Sir.”

“Resume your
position. Place the plug against the hole, but don’t push it in until I tell
you to.”

Again, she
closed her eyes, mimicking her dungeon experience. She didn’t think she would
have to nerve to do this with her eyes open, even knowing no one witnessed her
actions. “Ready, Sir.”

“You sound out
of breath. Does this arouse you?”

Her breasts
tingled, and the butterflies in her stomach fluttered with anticipation rather
than anxiety. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what
you’re feeling right now.”

“I’m nervous and
excited. When I close my eyes, I’m in the Dungeon with you. I can imagine you
standing over me, waiting and watching to see me do this.”

“Do what, angel?
Say it. You’re going to have to get over your shyness. When we’re together,
most of the time I can see for myself what you’re feeling, but over the phone,
I have to rely on your words and your honesty.”

He was right. If
she wanted this to work, she needed to get over her shyness. Her face flamed,
but she said the words he wanted to hear. “Watching me insert a butt plug, Sir.”

“Much better.
Now, tell me how that feels against your hole.”

“It’s cold…and
hard. Wet.”

“And do you want
to push your hips back against it?”

“Yes, Sir. I
want that very much. I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. I think I might,
based on how my finger felt, but it still feels um…taboo? I think that’s what I’m
trying to say.”

“Anything else,
angel?”

“Yes.” She
hesitated then decided on honesty. “My pussy aches for your cock, Sir.”

“That’s good to
hear.” The sincerity in his voice reminded her of warm, reassuring stroke along
her spine. “My cock aches for your pussy and your ass. As a matter of fact, I’m
stroking it right now.”

Oh, God. She was
dying of horniness, and he was getting himself off. Her mind blanked on a
response. “Uhh….”

“Don’t worry,
little one. Once the plug is in, I’ll see to your pleasure, too.”

“Thank you, Sir.
I don’t think I can make it until you come home.”
Or even the next few
minutes.

“You can, and
you will. Tonight is special. It’s your first time to wear a plug, so I’ll grant
you an orgasm to celebrate. But the rest of the week, the no touching rule
applies. If you’re horny and think you might touch yourself, call me
immediately. Under no circumstances are you to pleasure yourself.”

“Yes, Sir. I
understand.”

“Good. Now,
press harder so just the tip goes in. Tell me how it feels.”

She pressed the
plug against her anus. The tight muscles gave way, and she eased the tip of the
plug inside.

“It’s…in, Sir.
It feels, so…oh….” She struggled to recover her equilibrium, her breaths
reduced to short, ineffective pants. Weakness stole over her body. And this was
only a small plug. Oh God, what would it be like to have Master’s cock inside
her? “I can hardly breathe, Sir,” she managed between panicky gasps.

“Press it all
the way in now—hard.”

She took a shuddering
breath and pressed hard. The plug slipped deep, the tight ring of muscles
closing around the shaft.

She grasped the
headboard with both hands and held on tight. “Oh, God! It’s in. It feels…I don’t
know…Oh, God.” She was babbling, but she couldn’t help it. The feelings were
too much, too overwhelming to keep inside. “I’m weak, Sir. I think all my
muscles have turned to jelly. And I’m horny. So damned horny. I need you.”

“Is your hand
still on the plug?” he asked with a matter of fact voice that coaxed her to
come down from the adrenaline mountaintop.

“No, Sir.
Please…I need.” Her arms trembled. She couldn’t remember a time she was this
desperate for release.

“Shh. Calm down.
Breathe, angel. Relax. Concentrate on the plug. Feel it. Tell me what I would
see if I was looking at your ass right now.”

His calm voice
was better than any mood-altering drug. She drew oxygen into her lungs, letting
it out slowly. She could do this, but only because he believed she could.

“The plug. The
base. It lays flat against my cheeks like one of those brass brads, only its
pink plastic. I wish…I wish you could see it, Sir.”

“Take a picture
with the phone and send it to me.”

Carrie froze.
She’d heard the stories—people sexting their lovers and the photos going viral.

“Now, angel. I
want to see your ass.”

“Sir….”

“You don’t trust
me, angel? Your ass is mine, and if and when I show it to someone else, that
will be my decision—not yours. Now hold the camera up to your ass and snap the
photo.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her
fingers were clumsy on the tiny controls. It took three tries to get a decent
picture, but the end result was more erotic than she’d thought possible. That
it was her ass in the photo filled her with pride. Master would love it!

“Beautiful,
angel. Your ass is simply beautiful. You don’t have any idea how hard I got
imagining the plug in your ass, but this photo…it brings me to my knees.”

Her breath
caught. To hear him so candidly admit how she affected him empowered and
confirmed she’d made the right decision submitting to him. Her earlier uncertainty
seemed ridiculous, but what was done, was done.

“Your hesitation
to follow my instructions will be punished when I return. I promised you
release earlier, and I won’t go back on my promise. But understand, your
disobedience will be punished.”

“Yes, Sir. I
understand.”

“I hear the
arousal in your voice. Is that for the orgasm I promised, or the punishment?”

“Both, Sir. I
just wish you were here to give them to me in person.”

“I wish that were
possible, but it’s not. Brace yourself on the headboard again. Put your heels
together and spread your knees. Then I want you to sit back so your ass rests
on your feet.”

Carrie got into
position. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“How does it
feel?”

Sexy. Naughty
.
“My pussy feels exposed, and my heels put pressure on the plug, Sir. It feels
like you’re there, pushing it inside me.”