practically
screaming for a session of stretches and poses to clear
her mind.
The knock on her door startled her. Peering
through the peephole, she saw the super.
“Hi, Davey,” she smiled, opening the door.
“Package just came for you,” he told her, handing
her the box. “No return address, though. You want me
to give it back?”
Eyes on the label, Serena shook her head.
“No, thanks, Davey,” she whispered. “Oh, Claire,
Debbie, and I will be ordering pizzas tonight.”
“I’ll let the guy in,” he nodded, appreciating the
heads-up. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” she replied, totally distracted by
whatever might be in the box.
Closing the door she went to her bedroom and
opened it. And stared.
A cell phone, a vibrator, and what on earth were
these clips for? She’d heard of such things and what
they looked like, but she’d never actually seen them.
Sitting on the bed, she took out a slender box and
unwrapped the vibrator. Rich purple, with ridges along
the sides, it was nearly as long as her hand from wrist
to the tip of her middle finger and twice as thick as her
thumb. About four inches from the tapered end was a
protuberance. From one of the stories, she knew that
was meant to tease her clit while the rest was in her
pussy. At the blunt end, a three foot cord attached to a
remote. Lightly bouncing the clips on a chain in her
palm she chewed her bottom lip. Was she ready for
what she thought these were for? She felt her nipples
pucker. Well, part of her was! She pulled out the small
black cell phone. It seemed a rather basic device. It was
a phone, nothing else. Under the phone had been a
piece of paper. Taking it out, she saw a small bottle. A
sexual lubricant. Oh, God, she stared, mind spinning.
What on earth was she doing? Nipple clamps, a vibrator
and… hands shaking, she opened the note.
Submissive,
This phone can only make two calls—to 9-1-1 and to
a phone I have. Tonight is the first of many lessons. Call
me so we can begin. Hit ‘spd’ 1.
Your Dominant
Serena swallowed. This was it. She had to call him
and, despite whatever plans he might have made, tell
him she wasn’t available tonight.
Taking a deep breath, but not wanting to delay the
situation, she quickly hit speed dial. She heard two
rings and then a gravelly voice.
“Good evening, Serena.”
“Good evening,” she whispered. Serena realized he
was using a device so she would recognize his voice. “I
don’t know what you had planned, but …”
“What is it?” he prompted when she fell silent.
“Serena, don’t be afraid of me. And don’t lie to me.”
“A friend of mine is going through a horrible break-
up with her boyfriend,” Serena shivered as she
remembered what Debbie had whispered to her over the
phone. “He cheated on her.”
“She’s sure of this?”
“She caught him in bed with him.”
“He was hiding his sexuality?”
“Half of it,” she sighed, crossing her legs as she sat
on the mattress. “He’d hoped to seduce her into being
part of a threesome. Claire’s background is more
conservative than mine and that’s not something she
can handle.”
“Meaning you wouldn’t be part of one with me?”
Serena nearly dropped the phone. That had never
occurred to her. There had been a few stories in both
books about threesomes, but she hadn’t paid much
attention to them.
“Serena?”
“I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that,” she
admitted.
“Because of what you think or because of society?”
“Because of what I think,” she responded, realizing
that society probably would not approve of this
relationship.
“I can respect that,” answered the voice. “So how
does your friend’s dilemma interrupt tonight?”
“Claire and Debbie are coming over for a chick-flick
marathon in about thirty minutes,” Serena replied,
bracing herself for his anger. “We usually have them
every three or four weeks
screaming for a session of stretches and poses to clear
her mind.
The knock on her door startled her. Peering
through the peephole, she saw the super.
“Hi, Davey,” she smiled, opening the door.
“Package just came for you,” he told her, handing
her the box. “No return address, though. You want me
to give it back?”
Eyes on the label, Serena shook her head.
“No, thanks, Davey,” she whispered. “Oh, Claire,
Debbie, and I will be ordering pizzas tonight.”
“I’ll let the guy in,” he nodded, appreciating the
heads-up. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” she replied, totally distracted by
whatever might be in the box.
Closing the door she went to her bedroom and
opened it. And stared.
A cell phone, a vibrator, and what on earth were
these clips for? She’d heard of such things and what
they looked like, but she’d never actually seen them.
Sitting on the bed, she took out a slender box and
unwrapped the vibrator. Rich purple, with ridges along
the sides, it was nearly as long as her hand from wrist
to the tip of her middle finger and twice as thick as her
thumb. About four inches from the tapered end was a
protuberance. From one of the stories, she knew that
was meant to tease her clit while the rest was in her
pussy. At the blunt end, a three foot cord attached to a
remote. Lightly bouncing the clips on a chain in her
palm she chewed her bottom lip. Was she ready for
what she thought these were for? She felt her nipples
pucker. Well, part of her was! She pulled out the small
black cell phone. It seemed a rather basic device. It was
a phone, nothing else. Under the phone had been a
piece of paper. Taking it out, she saw a small bottle. A
sexual lubricant. Oh, God, she stared, mind spinning.
What on earth was she doing? Nipple clamps, a vibrator
and… hands shaking, she opened the note.
Submissive,
This phone can only make two calls—to 9-1-1 and to
a phone I have. Tonight is the first of many lessons. Call
me so we can begin. Hit ‘spd’ 1.
Your Dominant
Serena swallowed. This was it. She had to call him
and, despite whatever plans he might have made, tell
him she wasn’t available tonight.
Taking a deep breath, but not wanting to delay the
situation, she quickly hit speed dial. She heard two
rings and then a gravelly voice.
“Good evening, Serena.”
“Good evening,” she whispered. Serena realized he
was using a device so she would recognize his voice. “I
don’t know what you had planned, but …”
“What is it?” he prompted when she fell silent.
“Serena, don’t be afraid of me. And don’t lie to me.”
“A friend of mine is going through a horrible break-
up with her boyfriend,” Serena shivered as she
remembered what Debbie had whispered to her over the
phone. “He cheated on her.”
“She’s sure of this?”
“She caught him in bed with him.”
“He was hiding his sexuality?”
“Half of it,” she sighed, crossing her legs as she sat
on the mattress. “He’d hoped to seduce her into being
part of a threesome. Claire’s background is more
conservative than mine and that’s not something she
can handle.”
“Meaning you wouldn’t be part of one with me?”
Serena nearly dropped the phone. That had never
occurred to her. There had been a few stories in both
books about threesomes, but she hadn’t paid much
attention to them.
“Serena?”
“I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that,” she
admitted.
“Because of what you think or because of society?”
“Because of what I think,” she responded, realizing
that society probably would not approve of this
relationship.
“I can respect that,” answered the voice. “So how
does your friend’s dilemma interrupt tonight?”
“Claire and Debbie are coming over for a chick-flick
marathon in about thirty minutes,” Serena replied,
bracing herself for his anger. “We usually have them
every three or four weeks
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