You groan into the phone, a lusty heartfelt groan.
"You holding up?" I chuckle at my own pun.
"Please…" you moan.
"Oh babes, I love it when you beg".
The reason for this conversation is a little something only you and me know about. More precisely- it's the butt plug I put inside your asshole this morning. You still can't believe you agreed, but then again you'd agree to just about anything with your dick in my mouth. Pity I didn't let you cum than, isn't it? Teasing you near the edge, slipping in the lovely pink plug, and leaving you all hard and disappointed. If you're a good boy- tonight you will be in heaven, if not you will be left with your dick in your hand for a long time. So that's why you're playing along.
You work as a carpenter- a strenuous physical labor. On your feet all day, always moving about. I bet that’s hard to do with a plug up your ass, and a hard dick that you are trying to hide from the guys you work with.
I've already called you a few times today, telling you about what I have in store for you if you behave. Complete and total bliss- pampered your every sexual need and desire satisfied. Finally your work day ends and you are driving home slowly because it's hard to concentrate in your condition.
When you get to our door I open it before you even have time to find your key. As soon as you see me you gasp. I love your reaction- that was what I aimed for when I got dressed. I am wearing a hot pink satin bra and matching panties, over that I have a frilly black teddy that accentuates my hourglass figure. To top that off I have the most amazing pink and black satin peep toes.
I strip you down, careful not to touch your sensitive cock. You have been a good boy indeed- you deserve your reward. I lead you to the bedroom; faint music is playing in the background. I sit you down on the freshly made satin sheets. I bring in a couple of hot wet towels from the bathroom; with one I wipe your body, relaxing you. With the other I wipe your feet, massaging them to get the tension out. You moan and close your eyes. I keep going a little more and then lift your left leg and suck your toes, making little wet slurping sounds. You revel in the feeling of my tongue on the sensitive skin between your toes. I repeat the whole thing with your right foot.
I leave the room and come back with two cups, one is steaming and the other is ice cold. I take a sip from the cold liquid and place both cups on the bed side table.