"Yes," I agree, blushing deeply again.
"No, it’s not weird, Amelia. But do you understand this will require trust? Can you trust me?"
His question hangs heavy in the room. Can I?
"I get that and yes, I think I can trust you with this."
"Okay, so now tell me your fantasies." My mind is racing. There are so many things, and I'm clearer on what I don't want.
"No spanking."
"Amelia, I promise you, no spanking," he assures me again.
"I like the idea of doing stuff in public but I don't want to be caught. I don’t want to be embarrassed or humiliated." There is no response. "And, and I have used a butt plug sometimes whe—" I stop talking. I'm mortified that I just admitted that.
"With other men?" There’s an edge to his voice.
"No! On my own… It feels good." I bury my face in my hands.
"Okay, got it. Just toys?" he asks with no judgment in his voice. The fact that he doesn't laugh at me calms me down a little and I lean back again.
"Well, I haven't tried going full in the bum, so to speak. So for now just toys back there, I think."
"Darling, anything you want."
"Was that public thing too much?"
"No." He doesn't elaborate on why he stayed quiet. "What about being tied up?"
"I'm not sure. I definitely don't like the idea of handcuffs or ropes or anything like that. It feels quite brutal to me personally. No judgment," I add in panic in case he’s into that.
"None taken. It’s not for everyone and requires an extra level of trust."
"Oh, okay."
"Amelia, I don't say this lightly, but you can trust me."
"I'm new to all this," I admit sheepishly. "I mean, I've read books and watched movies, but never actually done anything other than vanilla sex."
"That's perfectly fine," he insists. "Everyone starts somewhere. And exploring your desires is all about taking things at your own pace."
His words are comforting and make me feel less anxious. Maybe this won't be as scary as I thought.
"But enough talking," he says suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. "I want you to do something for me."
My heart skips a beat at his commanding tone. What does he want me to do?
"I want you to touch yourself," he says simply.
I freeze for a moment, not sure I heard him correctly.
"You want me to do what?" I stammer.
"Touch yourself," he repeats firmly. "I want you to masturbate while we talk."
I feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I process his words. This is definitely not what I was expecting.
"I... um... I don't know if I can do that," I mumble, suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious.
"Amelia, it's okay," he says gently. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. But exploring your sexuality is an important part of this. And what better way to start than with some self-pleasure?"
His words make sense, but it's still a bit overwhelming. I've never had phone sex before.
"Take your time to think about it," he adds. "There's no rush. We can continue talking and see where things go."
I take a deep breath and consider his offer. This is an opportunity for me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace my desires. I wanted this and he’s giving me the first chance to explore my fantasies.
"Okay," I finally say, surprised at my own boldness. "I'll give it a try."
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I hear the satisfaction in his voice.
"Good girl," he says approvingly. "Now put your phone on speaker and tell me, are you wearing any underwear?"
He’s straight to the point causing a thrill of excitement to course through my veins.
"Yes, sir," I reply breathlessly. I don't know where that came from. He hadn't asked me to call him anything different, but in this moment I just felt like it. It was my way of showing him I am at his command.
"I want you to take them off," he instructs.
