Finally home from work and I’m sitting down to a nutritious dinner of the world’s blandest curry when my phone chimes.

Nuh-uh! No way. I couldn’t care if the tenement building burst a pipe and the first floor was drowning.  I do not enter work calls when I’m off the clock!

I glance at the caller and realize it isn’t work. It’s a name I don’t recognize, but I know it’s important. I take one last, flavorless bite of my curry and then pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, toy.”

A silk ribbon runs through my head. It wraps around my thoughts and ties them up in snug little knots. It drifts around my face, caressing my cheeks, blindfolding my eyes. It pours into my ears like warm honey. The ribbon is your voice, breathy, sweet, and slightly feminine lulling my mind into a foggy cloud of sleepy pleasure. I float along with your dreamy voice.

“And wide awake!”

Suddenly I’m in my bedroom, the mood lighting on and my phone pointed at me from the nightstand. I see myself in the camera screen, completely naked and gyrating my body like a stripper. My body just moves to its own beat while I gape at myself, unable to stop.

I guess I could stop. It just feels too good to stop.

“What are you doing toy?” Your voice comes from the phone.

“I’m doing a slow strip tease for you.” I say, smiling at how absurd this all feels.

“And it feels good?”

“Yes,” I say, a warm rush flooding through me. “It feels good.”

“Does it feel arousing?”

“Uhm…” I struggle to talk. I want to bite down on my lip and get my hands between my legs. “y-yeah…”

“Good…feeling it build…and build…and build…and DEEP SLEEP, going night-night, deeeep sleeeeep…”

My eyes slam shut and I barely have the time to steer myself to the bed before I collapse. The world disappears in a warm, dark blanket.

“Sleep and forget…”

I wake up at ten p.m. wondering how I got from the kitchen to the bedroom. What had even happened in the four hours since then? I stumble back into the kitchen and find my curry half eaten and cold.

And it had tasted so good, too.

I tidy up the kitchen and go to sleep. I must have been more tired than I thought.

The next day I’m up and scrambling to get dressed, get breakfast, and get out as fast I can when the phone chimes.

Dammit people! I’m not late yet. But I will be if you keep calling me, complaining about every loose nail in the building!

I look at my phone. There’s just a short text message from a number I don’t recognize, but I know it’s important. I open the message.

SHOWER TIME

I blink at the message and then chuckle.

Shower time? What did that even mean? I took a shower today.

I walk into the bathroom, placing the phone down on the sink.

Who just sends people messages telling them to take a shower?

I pull off my dress pants and unbutton my shirt before stripping off my underwear.

No way am I going to take another shower this morning. I’m about to head to work.

I turn on the warm water and am about to step into the shower when the phone rings. I pick it up. I don’t know the number but I’m sure it’s important.

“Hello?”

“Hello, toy”

I’m floating naked on a warm sea, drifting in and out with the tide. The tide pushes me forward and back, spins me around like a pinwheel, lifts me and washes over me. I’m at the tide’s mercy. The tide is your voice. I’m drifting in and out on waves of your silky, dark voice. Your voice that is wrapping around me like a snake, squeezing, pulsing, throbbing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of a huge crashing wave. My body lifts up with the crescendo, teetering on the top, so close to brimming over…so close…

CRASH!!

“And wake up!”

I shake my head, feeling a burst of light, feathery endorphins flood my body. I’m naked in the shower with my hand wrapped around my cock, hot gluey cum drenched around my fist and shaft.

“How do you feel, toy?” You say over the phone’s speaker from the edge of the sink where my phone had been recording my every move. When did I set it up like that?

“Uh…I feel…good…confused, but really…uhm…nice…” I don’t know why it’s so hard to string words together.

“I’ll bet you feel nice. After you came like that.”

I frown, confused. “Came?”

“That’s right,” you say with your soft, soft voice. “You love to cum for me. You love to cum to me. Just like you’ll love coming to me after work today.”

“Uh…a-after work?” I thought I made plans after work.

“After work,” you say confidently. “Now, sleep! Get dressed and go to work.”

The next thing I remember, I’m parking my car in my space outside the tenement building. Did I just drive here? I reach down and grab my to-go coffee from the cup holder. I have no memory of ordering it, but I’m glad I did. My head feels fuzzy and light. I’m gonna need some caffeine before everyone thinks I showed up to work stoned out of my mind.

The day drudges on. Deal with the renovators in unit 5. Schedule the landscapers. Review new zoning ordinances A47-F95. If one more tenant complains about the noise I swear I’m going to smash something.

Finally it’s five o’clock and I’m done for the weekend. Time to go home, shower, and meet up with Jeff so he can hook me up with his pretty co-worker he was telling me about. I’m about to start my car when the phone rings.

Jesus Christ! If Mrs. Noyer is trying to get me to fix her freaking air conditioner again, I’m going to take a torch to the whole goddam building!

I peek at my phone. Do I even know this contact? Whoever it is must be important.

“Hello?”

“Hello, toy. I want you full attention.”

I sit quietly in my car, your voice seeping into every crevice of my brain, making me feel so wonderful…

Calm…

Docile…

Focused…

“Yes. You have my full attention,” I drone.

“Good. I want you to cancel any plans you have for tonight. I want you to immediately drive to my house. I want you to come to me. You love to come to me. You will come to me when I hang up the phone. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I want to come to you.”

It made so much sense.

“Good toy.” The phone went dead.

I blinked, wondering who I was just talking to. It didn’t’ matter. I had to call Jeff and tell him I couldn’t make it out to tonight. I make my case quick and to the point. He doesn’t seem too happy about it, but I insist that something important came up. Maybe another time.

I hang up and begin to drive down the main boulevard. I stare ahead, mechanically making the turns but not understanding why. The more I try to think about where I’m going the harder it is to think. The harder it gets between my legs. I sneak a hand to my pants and open my fly, letting my package flop out, rubbing against the rough fabric of my seatbelt.

I’m getting closer. The closer I get the more excited I become. My hand teases and strokes my dick as my other hand steers me closer and closer.

I’m coming closer. I want to come closer. I want to come. Closer…closer…

I pull into a driveway, my cock at full mast and close to exploding all over my stomach. I take a deep breath and shove it back down my pants, wincing as the sensation nearly tips me over the edge. I wait a second or two before I can comfortably get out of my car. I love coming here to you.

I knock on the door and you open it, standing in the threshold in your silk robe giving me a smug look. I look straight up at your eyes. All I see are two beautiful spirals putting my thoughts to sleep as my body swoons with pleasure.

“Hello, toy.”

Your voice surrounds me like a warm embrace, rocking me back and forth, lulling me into dreamland. I let your voice pull my feet and move my body. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t care. I’m floating through a purple cloud of trancey pleasure, my body and mind under your command. I feel warm water run down my body, soft hands kneading into my back and shoulders. I’m a blank vessel filled to the brim with sleepy, heady bliss.

Your voice swirls through my head, directing my body. It wraps me up in spider’s silk. Something warm and hard is wagging in front of my face.

Yes. It would feel good to put it in my mouth.

Yes. I can feel something wonderful between my legs.

Yes. I will obey anything your voice says.

“And wake up!”

I blink, vaguely surprised to feel your hard cock in my mouth. My one hand is squeezing your base while the other is furiously stroking my dick. I’m so confused, overwhelmed, and intensely turned on.

“Don’t you love cumming for me?” you say.

I mumbled from around your cock as I feel something begin to swell and pulse in my mouth. A burst of warm, sticky fluid coats my mouth and wall of pleasure presses against my mind.

“Cum for me. Cum to me.”

An orgasm crashes on top of me and I’m spurting jet after jet of cum onto your floor and the leg of the couch. My balls dance as I empty myself while you shoot a load in my mouth. I can barely believe this is happening, but the fireworks going off in my head make me realize I don’t care! It just feels to good to care! It feels too good to refuse! It feels so, so good to cum for you.

The orgasm passes through both of us and I’m left in a hazy, twinkling fog until your hand cups my chin and brings me back to look into your spiraling eyes.

“We’re going to have such a fun weekend together. But right now, you should just sleep and forget.”

I try for a second to keep my eyes open, but it’s no use. I tumble into a deep, sound sleep, my head resting on your soft thighs, dreaming of our weekend together.