A Call in the Dark [#2] - Learning to Obey

A Fiction Miniseries - exploring BDSM and loneliness.

I thought we could change the dynamic of our relationship a little. How about a few sex games over the phone where I am in charge, and you do whatever I ask?

Continuing a miniseries set in the 1990s that explores a long distance D/s relationship and how easy it is to fall under somebody’s spell when you are lonely.

It started (above) when Jude answered and hit it off with a wrong number caller. She came to rely on his flirty calls. Now things take a more serious direction.

Photo by Ron Lach

Part Two - Learning to Obey

Continues from : “Like I said before, you really got to do something about that saying ‘sorry’ habit, unless there is a cause to apologise. It’s not attractive, although I am certain that you are.”

I felt slightly flummoxed by this comment, but when he continued the conversation by checking out how I’d been, I decided to ignore it. Instead I just hit the floor and we picked up right where we’d left off.

I learned he was nearly fifty, eight years older than me. Separated from his wife, and their kids were adults. ‘Caroline’ was just an old friend of his family.

“So, one important thing? I don’t actually know your name.”

“That’s correct.” He turned the question onto me. “What’s yours?”

“Jude — and don’t avoid my question.” I tittered.

“Erm, let me see. What would you like my name to be? Come on — it can be lady’s choice. After all, what’s in a name?”

“Why? Are you called something weird? You can tell me. I promise not to laugh.”

“No. I’m serious. This is about you and me.” My skin tingled at these words. “I can be anyone you want.”

Mysterious and hot, the notion was a lot to absorb. But I quickly saw the underlying benefits and got straight into the swing of it. This was early days and it wasn’t as if I was thinking of tomorrow or, heaven forbid, falling for him.

“Alright then. If that’s the way you want it. Let me think. A nice name... OK... Hi, Vince.”

I thought of the image I’d masturbated over the previous night.

“And I expect you are dark haired, tanned with a sexy grin.”

“That’s me. Dark brown eyes to match that hair too.”

And so it began. My new friend soon became a rock. Someone I depended on. On the nights we didn’t get a chance to speak I would sulk, missing the buzz I always got from our banter. We seemed to hit it off from the beginning so when one day he asked me what colour my panties were it didn’t even seem strange. I giggled, lifted my skirt to make sure I’d get it right and told him. From then on we got more involved in the phone sex scene, usually when we were both a little tipsy. He’d always initiate things and do most of the talking. By the end of the call he’d assure me his cock was throbbing for my cunt, or something similar. We’d both go to our separate beds and I suspect, like me, he elaborated on our dirty scenarios while masturbating.

But what I really got off on was laying back in the dark of the night, imagining how one day we’d be together in this very room. His cock in my hand, our bodies entwined. Neither of us had yet mentioned meeting but it was something I’d been picturing from very early on. With that thought in the forefront of my mind I’d climax and fall asleep wishing I was in Vince’s arms.

As the days passed my feelings for him deepened and it was more than just the sexy stuff that drew me in. Having him as part of my life made such a big difference. Someone to share my worries and my triumphs. I couldn’t be sure but it seemed he felt the same. Never failing to catch up with me at every opportunity. When my turn came to parent Jimmy, the two weeks felt like an age. I became irritable and wished the time away. I missed Vince dreadfully and felt like a bad mum.

About nine weeks into our ‘relationship’ things became a little more serious. It began one morning when Jimmy had started a month’s summer holiday with his dad. I was just off to work when Vince called.

“Get ready. We have a whole month of fun ahead, Jude. Just you and me.”

I laughed and excused myself not wanting to be late for the train. My day was extremely busy. Only when I was on the way home did I begin to wonder what he’d meant. Could it be he was going to come and visit me? That would be more than exciting.

When I got in I found a new message on the answer machine. He’d always come across as someone who knew his own mind, very confident and self-assured. He sounded all those things whenever we spoke but this time his tone was almost official, telling me to grab a glass of wine and relax in the bath. I was to rub my boobs and clit with soap, just enough to nearly climax but not quite. And to be ready for him by eight.

Now that did sound sexy, and fun.

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