Chapter １３

I call her number and then wait. When I finally get her attention, the phone rings again. She answers the phone.

“Hello there, my name is Ifan. Whom exactly am I talking to?”

The first thing that catches my attention is that her voice has a new quality to it; it is silky and seductive, and I swear that my cock is already beginning to twitch. There is no doubt about the fact that she is a skilled actor. To ensure that she is unable to determine that it is I on the other end of the line, I reduce my volume and cover some of my mouth with the material of my costume.

“King William .”

She purrs as she acknowledges, “Oh, I've never talked to a monarch before.”

“To your benefit, since I am the one ruler who really matters. Do you not acknowledge that you are mine?”

She mutters, “Mm hmm,” under her breath.

“I have a requirement for you, Kitten: Please confirm that I am your owner.”

“I do. You are my king, and I am yours to rule over “She gurgles while maintaining a calm and even tone in her voice.

“Good, Kitten. Now that we get that out of the way, I want you to tell me what you would do to my cock if I were with you at this very now.”

“I'd be up to a great many things. First, I'd—”

I stopped talking to her. “That would be King William , right? When you speak to me, please use my name.”

She stops for a bit, and during that time I can hear a deepening in her respiration. “You are correct, King William . If I were you, I'd adore your cock. I would unbutton your jeans carefully and lower them to your feet as I did so. I'd throw my arms around your large and powerful body and bring you close to mine, causing the weight of your manhood to push down on my breasts and nipples. I'd do this until I was satisfied. Just thinking about you gives me a sore throat and makes my nipples hurt. After that, my lips would brush against yours, and I would gnaw on you with an appetite that you have never before experienced in your life.”

“Kitten, just what type of hunger is that?” I ask.

“I'd—”

“Before you proceed, I need that you address me in the royal manner. You are going to have to punish yourself if you continue to screw it up.”

“You are correct, King William . I would bite you in a path of hunger, beginning on your lips and traveling downward until I reached the ridges of your stomach. I would start the trail on your lips and end it on your stomach. I'd work my way gently up to your massive, firm cock by sliding my hands over your thighs and between your legs. I'd stop when I reached it. Oh, the the thought of you is making my eyes water right now.”

“Put your hands away from your private parts. Because I can hear that in your voice, I am able to see you carrying it out. You are not allowed to touch your private parts until I give you permission to do so. That isn't lost on you, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what are you saying, Kitten?”

“You are correct, King William .”

“This is an improvement. Now give yourself a spanking for not addressing me in the appropriate manner.”

It was then that I heard a hard smack followed by her saying, “Yes, King William .” I can see that she has nothing on. It's the sound of my flesh rubbing against yours. She's given herself such a good whack that her derriere is undeniably crimson.

Now demonstrate how you would bow down and worship my cock.

“You are correct, King William . I'd go down on my knees, cup my hand around your cock, and slide it down my throat and into my mouth until it was completely submerged. I would shove your whole shaft into my mouth till I was unable to do so any longer.”

Now that she has me hooked, I make sure that the driver isn't seeing as I slide my hands down my trousers and begin to stroke my cock as she continues to talk to me. I gave her an order to go down on all fours, and she complied.

“You are correct, King William .”

“Are you now crawling on your hands and knees?” I inquire in order to verify everything.

“You are correct, King William . I'm now in the fetal position, “Her response is audible just slightly above a whisper. It's hard for me to pick up her voice.

“Good work Kitten. Now, give your pussy a little bit of a massage and make sure you're prepared for me.”

“Oh, goodness, I hope I can handle you, King William . My pussy is aching with need for you, and fuck, it's so dripping with moisture.”

“Do you have any toys that you play with by yourself?” “Do you have any books that you read?” I ask.

There is a little pause here. The response she gives is “yes, King William .”

“Good,” I say. “Go grab it.”

I can hear a rustling sound, and it seems like someone is putting the phone down. She is really submissive. This is the result of her being in an aroused state.

She reappears after a minute has passed.

She responds, “King William , I have it in my possession.”

“Good, explain it, Kitten,” I tell her.

Her lungs are heaving. She says to me, “It's a footlong dildo, it's black, and it's ribbed, King William .” “It's a ribbed dildo,” she adds.

I tell her to “Close your eyes because that's now my cock in your hands, Kitten,” and as I do so, I can see her lying down with the sex toy. “Close your eyes because that's now my cock in your hands,” I say.

“Yes, King,” Arcadia says.

“Now that you've done that, I want you to let me slide my cock inside you. Seize the opportunity like it's the only cock left on the planet.”

“Oh my gosh, King William , your cock is so large it's embarrassing... I'm — I'm sliding it deep, very deep in — inside of me, and I can hardly — “