[Officelover]

The next morning, Will slept late, as any respectable student does on a Saturday. He found himself lying in bed, peaceful for once, trying to keep thoughts of blackmail from spoiling his relaxation. “So this is what it’s like sleeping in without the hangover,” he thought to himself.

As Will got out of the shower he remembered what Jule had told him to do—keep his pubes shaved. He really didn’t want to do it. He kept them trimmed, but shaven just seemed emasculating. A little pube goes a long way to make a man feel like a man. Still, he didn’t want to upset Jule, or much less Kali. He took out a razor and gingerly began to shave it down, avoiding any damage. After what must have been an hour, he was finally through. “Hairless as a Sphynx.”

Will knew he should check his e-mail. Instead he checked his phone. Unknown number had texted him. “Get naked.”

Will had no idea who was texting him. A month ago he would have ignored it, deleted it, or jokingly text the person back “wrong number bud.” But now he was suspicious.

“Who is this?” he wrote back.

After some time came the reply: “It’s Kali, stupid. Who do you think?”

Shit. Another text from her: “You naked?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he lied.

“No you’re not.”

He stripped down to nothing and wondered how she knew. Must have been a lucky guess. “Do you want to hear your Mistresses’ voice?”

He thought it over. He knew what he was supposed to say. He was supposed to say yes, there is nothing in the world he wanted more than to have the privilege of hearing his Mistress speak. But the more he thought about it in the thirty seconds he took for himself, the more he realized that was true.

“There is nothing in this world I would rather hear, Mistress,” he wrote back.

“Well, in that case, you should be happy earning that right,” she texted him.

Another message came soon after: “Have you masturbated lately?”

“The last time I did was with the toothpaste.”

“That footage came out great by the way, except you sat for less than an hour with your underwear over your head. I think a decent punishment for that will be sleeping with your underwear over your head every night for a week.” She was a fast texter.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well that will make this extra fun. You’re going to edge ten times.”

“Edge?”

“Bring yourself to the brink of orgasm and suddenly stop. Put on some porn and get to it right away. When you finish, you can call me at this number.”

Will pulled up the picture he had saved of Kali, the 200x300 pixel headshot. He pulled out his dick and started beating off. It didn’t take him long to get hard. He could feel his muscles tightening—it was gonna blow. He knew he had to take his hand off soon or it wouldn’t be an edge. He took it off. Lay on the bed, panting. Frustrated. He watched as his little guy got little. When he felt it was safe, he hesitantly picked his cock up again and tried to do the same thing.

This time he pictured Kali in the room with him, standing over his bed, watching him jerk off. He wondered what she would do. Would she get in bed with him? Would she point and laugh? Would she walk away, disgusted? He repeated the attack and release process.

Ten times he edged. He was shocked he didn’t have an… accident. It went by quick. By the end frustrated didn’t even begin to describe him. He remained hard. It wouldn’t go down. He picked up the phone, took a deep breath, tried to settle down. He called the number that had texted him.

It rang, it rang four times. Before it could finish the fifth ring, a voice interrupted, “Hello?” A low voice. A dark voice. A sexy voice. “Hello?” again.
He forgot to say hello for a minute, and as the phone was about to hang up he rushed, “Hello, Mistress.”

“Hello, slave. A bit horny are we? I can hear it in your voice. Can you hear it in mine?”

He swallowed and said, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t flatter yourself now, you don’t turn me on. But I confess… your submission does. See, Will, I crave power. I could use your situation right now and get your lawyer dad to give me a half million dollars. I know that. Not only do I have the footage, I have the know-how and the will to do it. But that would be boring. No, I work a 9 to 5 job like the rest of us. And I enjoy my work. I respect my coworkers and I have friends. But when I’m alone, I need order in my life, and in my life order, I am a Goddess. Do you understand? Say, ‘yes, Goddess.’”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“I like the sound of that. You can call me Mistress in everyday conversation, but when we talk on the phone, which is a rare privilege for you, you call me Goddess. Understood?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“I’m going to bring you to orgasm now. While I speak, you are allowed to jerk off, you pathetic piece of shit. What would you like me to speak about?”

Will thought for a moment, and said, “Tell me about controlling me.”