Exposure
Devon couldn’t believe his eyes when she picked up the video call. “Patricia” was even hotter than the pictures, a tantalizing auburn-haired siren that rocked a perfect body in her fishnet catsuit. The sound of her warm voice immediately sent shivers down his spine. And the best part was that she was in a public park, no shame whatsoever.
“Hello there, sexy. Feeling lonely, horny? You called just the right girl to help you with that. You probably think I’m cold being out in the open and dressed like this but trust me, the exposure is quite hot. Nothing gets my juices flowing more than knowing I’m being observed and appreciated by the likes of someone as aroused as you. Hmmm, yes, so very hot, indeed.
“What about you? Do you think exposure is hot, too? I think you do. Have you ever dreamed of doing it in public, for everyone to see, not a single care in the world except the pleasure that comes with wild, unbridled sex? If you were here with me, we could very well be doing it right now but, since you’re not, I guess I’ll just entertain myself as you watch…
“However, before we get to the dirty business, there’s something I would like you to do for me. I want you to just keep listening to the sound of my voice as you hold your phone as close to your face as possible. Yes, hold it in such a way that you find yourself staring right into my deep, blue eyes…
“They’re quite beautiful, aren’t they? Even when viewed through a screen, they’re always the focus of a person’s attention. And as you focus intently, and listen to my words, you realize that the proximity is making the world go blurry because, in order for you to concentrate on one thing, you need to start letting go of the rest…
“So just keep concentrating, keep staring, keep listening, and let the haziness grow, for as the world declines, other things begin to rise: thoughts of not thinking, desires of unquestionable surrender, an obedient moan on your lips…
“I lied, you know? There is one thing I cherish more than exposing myself, and that is the exposure of a weak-willed mind to my control. Just a sneak peak, a brief taste, is enough to make anyone drool just like you’re doing right now, and that’s how slavery is born.
“Now, say ‘Thank you, Mistress!’, and listen well. I’m sending you a special taste of my voice for you to listen without being disturbed. Before going to bed tonight, be sure to charge your phone and get some headphones so you can keep on absorbing my commands while you sleep. Tomorrow, you will call me again. When you do, we’ll begin exposing all those dirty secrets and dreams of yours… Bye for now.”
Glassy-eyed, Devon hung up the phone, and smiled when her audio file came through. The night was hot and full of cum. The next day, he remembered nothing but bliss, and sank even deeper the moment he saw her again. Completely oblivious to what was happening, he began to jerk for her as she grinned.
