Chapter 1

It had been a long Wednesday at work for her. A “hump day” and she had definitely been humping. It seemed like it was one issue after another. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and she was exhausted. Her company was in the throes of a major corporate re-organization and it was taking its toll on everyone there.

She had talked with me about the problems with the company and how they were trying to prevent a hostile takeover by some major competitor. She told me how everyone was on edge, worried about losing their jobs, and how much she was dreading the next few days around the office. And so, to take her mind off of the stress that had built up from all this, I decided she needed a little something to pick her up.

I had been teasing her mercilessly all day long. I had called her once an hour all day. At first she was surprised at my repeated calls, but soon she caught on to the pattern I was using. Then she started looking forward to my next call

“Where are you?” I asked.

“I am just sitting here at my desk talking to you, trying to relax Master,” she replied.

“Having a tough day, honey? Do you need a little something to perk you up?”

“Uh huh,” was all she could muster in reply.

“Well let me think about it and I’ll see what I can do,” I said, and then hung up.

In exactly one hour, I called her back.

“Hello babygirl, Still having work troubles?” I asked.

“Yeah, it has been a long hard day today,” she sighed deeply.

“Poor, baby. Okay, I want you to lean back in your chair and close your eyes. Just listen to the sound of my voice,” I told her. I began to work on her. I told her how beautiful she looked and how much she pleased me. I told her that I missed her and that I could hardly wait to see her when she home that afternoon.

“Oh, Master. Oh I miss you, too. So much,” she said softly. “Thank you for calling me today, it’s just what I needed to hear.”

“Oh, really?” I said.

“Oh yes, Sir. Your deep sexy voice ... it’s such a turn on. It makes me tingle just hearing you talk,” she said.

“Is there anyone close by right now?” I asked. I swear I could hear her smile.

“No, my boss is in his office on the phone and Becky, the other girl I work here with, took an early lunch,” she said in a small, quiet voice.

“Good. Now I want you to do something for me. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I want you to finger your nipples and get them nice and hard, the way I like them,” I told her.

I heard a soft gasp come over the phone and I knew she was doing just as I said. “Oh, Master, they’re so hard,” she breathed into the phone.

“Good girl,” I said, smiling, and I hung up the phone. I knew that telling her she was a “good girl” would get to her, it always did.

An hour later on the dot, I called her again. This time I asked her why my voice turned her on. She replied that she loved its depth and the commanding tone. She said that listening to me always gave her butterflies in her stomach. She also admitted she had been thinking about the sound of it since I called last.

“Now that you have those nipples nice and hard, I want you to pinch them for me,” I told her.

“Here, Master? In the office?” she asked, shocked at what I was asking of her.

“Yes. Right there where you are sitting,” I said.

“But, what if some sees me? Everyone is back from lunch now.”

“Well I guess you’d better be discrete. Now do as I say,” I said. I heard her softly moan into the telephone and I knew she had done as I told her.

“Good girl,” I said and hung up again.

The next time I called, I could hear an eagerness in her voice. “Why my dear, are you getting a bit excited? Is this game getting you worked up?” I asked her, smiling broadly.

“Yess,” she moaned.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” she said, quickly correcting her error.

“That’s better. Now what has my little slut been thinking about to get her so worked up?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Just ... stuff,” she said, breathing harder. I knew she was stalling and hoping that I would move on to some other subject. Not a chance.

“Stuff? That’s not a very clear-cut answer, little one. Now take the ruler out of your desk and spread your knees 12 inches apart and let’s try this again,” I said.

“Yes Master,” she sighed defeatedly. I heard her drawer open and heard her fish around for a moment before the drawer shut again.

“Now then shall we try again? What has my little slut been thinking about to get her so worked up?” I asked again.

I listened to her heavy breathing over the telephone line as she fought to answer. “I, I’ve been thinking about playing, Master,” she whispered. I smiled, knowing I was making her sweat. I loved teasing her like this and hearing the struggle in her voice. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds, wanting her admission to sink into her mind some.

“Playing?” I asked, finally breaking the torturous silence. Her breath shortened.

“P-playing with myself, Master.”

“What do you mean?” I asked teasingly.

I heard her swallow again. I love what this ‘dirty talk’ does to her. It drives her completely mad with desire. It’s so much fun.

“I mean ... masturbating, Master.”

“I see. So you mean playing with your cunt.”

“Y-yes, Master,” she moaned, breathing hard.

“Say it.”

“Playing with my ... cunt, Master.”

“Good girl,” I said and hung up again.

An hour later I called her again. This time I talked about our upcoming weekend. I asked her if she had plans. I told her that I wanted to maybe take in a movie and if she’d like that. I was purposely avoiding discussing her growing suspense. She answered me, but sounded more and more desperate as we talked.

“Are you all right, my dear?” I asked, smiling. I was having such a good time teasing the poor girl!

“Yes, M-master.”

“I have to go,” I said.

“Ohh...” she moaned in frustration as I hung up the receiver. I chuckled as I sat there wondering what was going through my poor girls head at that moment. By now I knew she had caught on that I was calling her on the hour. So this time I waited an extra fifteen minutes before I called her back.

“Hello, my dear.”

“Hello, Master. Thank you for calling me so much today.”

“You are welcome, little one,” I said, acting as if I was distracted by something else. I kept silent, listening for a few moments to her soft, panting breaths. I knew she was wondering if I had to leave again.

I finally spoke and asked, “Are you wet, slut?”

“Yes Master,” came her quick reply. I could hear her breath catch in her throat.

“So, you have a wet cunt then?”

She gasped then replied quietly, “Yes, Master.”

“Say it.”

“I ... I have a w ... wet cunt, Master,” she said in a low whisper. I could just picture her looking around the office, her face red as she spoke.

“Louder, I didn’t hear you.”

“Master, I can’t! I’m still at work, Sir!” she protested in a whisper.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Oh!”

I hung up.

It was an hour and a half before I called her the next time. I wanted her to think about what she had done. I wanted her to think she was in trouble. I, on the other hand, was enjoying this game immensely.

“Hello, my slut.”

“Oh, Master. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before and just...”

I interrupted her. “If I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done. Do you actually think I would ask you to do something that would get you in trouble at work or even fired? Don’t you think I took that into account when I asked you to do it? I knew you were at work – I called you remember? I did not need that fact to be pointed out to me.”