My phone vibrated. “A video call? What the fuck?” I thought to myself. In the entire time we’d been together, Catherine had called me only once and done a video call only once. This had to be a life or death emergency for her to video call.

Nervously, I accepted the call and the screen came to life, centered on a well lit bed.

Catherine stepped in front of the camera, smirking and said quietly, “So you like to watch? Tell me later if you liked what you saw, or are you brave enough to stick around?”

Perplexed, I muted the mic, made sure my ear buds were connected, and took in the scene.

A rough voice roared through the speakers, “Crawl your ass over here slut!”

My cock instantly hardened. It had to be Mark, her Daddy, her Dom, her lover with the huge cock. My pulse raced and my breathing grew shallow. Without thinking, I pulled my hard cock from my sweats, already leaking precum and slowly stroked.

“Yes daddy” she meekly replied and fell to the floor in a hurry.

The camera, still centered on the bed, captured nothing, but the sound drove me crazy.

“You can’t follow directions can you? I told you to wear black garters and you wore white.”

I distinctly heard the sound of leather striking flesh and what sounded like a painful yelp. “Fuck!” I thought to myself. I’d always wanted to see her be punished by him. Her stories always turned me on. She liked what he did to her, ge pushed her to the edge and then over. I could never do it. It was just something I didn’t have in me and I accepted it. Even though I didn’t have that special “something”, it still turned me the fuck on.

“When are you going to listen?” his rough voice growled, each word punctuated with the sound of a smack. I could imagine his belt whooshing through the air and smacking her ass. First one cheek, then the other. Each touch of the belt leaves a red reminder of what she liked.

“Did you just flinch?” I heard him ask. “I thought you told me you could take anything I dish out. Are you lying?”

“No!” she said defiantly, “I can take anything you got, give it to me.”

After at least ten smacks, I heard him say, “That’s enough for now, go make me a drink.”

He could hear ice falling into a glass and Mark said, “You better make it right this time if you know what’s good for you.”

After several minutes of silence, I heard Catherine ask how his drink was. In my mind’s eye, I could see she was standing meekly in front of him, or more than likely, on her knees.

“Pretty shitty honestly” I heard Mark say. “Get my cock out and get it wet, I’m going to fuck your pussy until you squirt like a good girl.”

I was frustrated to all hell that I couldn’t see what was going on. She’d sent video before of her deep throating his cock and the images never failed to make my cock hard. I could hear her gagging and I knew she was taking as much of his nine inch cock down her throat as she could. If she was at least a bit tipsy, she lost all gag reflex. Knowing him, they’d gone for drinks at some point earlier.

“Fuck yes” I heard him say, “You can’t make a drink, but you can suck cock like a goddess. Lick my balls, get my cock nasty wet slut.”

I heard Catherine gagging and panting for breath. I imagined her face pressed against his body and his long, hard cock filling her throat. She’d told me more than once that she loved it when his cock was down her throat, cutting off her air, and he held her head tight against his body. She said the uncertainty of when he let go, when she’d get a breath was an incredible turn on.