"Now I want you to just pick a time you can drive out to see Me -- by the end of next month," said Mistress VanEsa. "Tell your boss. Don't ask him. Then, call me when it's all set. That's all. I don't want to hear any more excuses and reasons. OK?" "Yes, Mistress," responded the man. He felt a sense of relief pass over him. It seemed so easy when She suggested a course of action. He felt some courage come into his mind.
"Are you naked?" "No, Mistress." "Get naked -- now." "Yes, Mist...." "I have a treat for you tonight," said Mistress VanEsa in that affectionate, teasing way She had when playing with submissive men. She listened to the sounds the man made while undressing. She loved to hear the sound a belt buckle made as a man dropped his pants to the floor. She loved to hear the little grunts some of them made as they pulled off their socks, or a tight T-shirt. She imagined the Chicago man becoming naked. She had seen him undress for Her several times in person last summer -- "old leaking bull." Small. Some extra fat, not much. Embarrassed. Shy. He didn't seem sixty, though. She had given him his nickname after he had complained about his advancing age on his first visit. "Turn the lights out," She directed. "Lock your door. Kneel by your couch. Put your shirt on the floor in front of you. Tell me when you're ready." She waited a few seconds. She could hear the creak of the floor in the man's Chicago apartment. It thrilled Mistress VanEsa to hear and feel how easily She could control a man's movements and actions from over a thousand miles away. "I'm here, Mistress," said the man. "Naked. Kneeling. Awaiting your comm..."
"Do you know what I have on my bed?" She asked into the phone. "Do you know what I have on my bed right now?" "No, Mist...." "I have another naked man," She said, in Her softest, sexiest voice. "Don't you wish you were him?" "Yes, Mist...." "Do you know what I'm going to do to this naked man?" She asked, cutting Her Chicago submissive off again. "Do you know what I'm going to do as he kneels naked on my bed?" "No, Mis....." "I'm going to milk him!" She exclaimed. "Slow. Real slow. Does this excite you, 'old leaking bull'"? "Yes, Mis...." "And, do you know what you're going to do for your Mistress?" "No, Mist...." "You are going to listen to him as he's being milked," She teased. "He loves being milked. Makes lots of noise. And you're going to hear all of it, because I've put the other phone right down by his mouth. He's kneeling just the way you kneel -- ass high, head low." Mistress VanEsa could hear the heavy breathing of Her aroused Chicago submissive on the other end of the line as She described the scene.
"And, do you know what else?" "No, Mistress." "I'm going to listen to you masturbating into my phone," said Mistress VanEsa. "Into my ear." She laughed affectionately. She felt so powerful and in-control. "And, do you Know what else?" She continued. "No, Mistress," said the naked, kneeling "old leaking bull" in Chicago. Mistress VanEsa heard the man exhale loudly into the phone. She smiled before replying. "You're going to come when he comes," She directed. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress, said the voice on the phone. "Not before." She warned. "Not after. But when he comes. When he comes, you come. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," he replied. Mistress VanEsa thought She heard him wimper into the phone he held close to his mouth -- as he knelt in front of his couch in the dark. "Hard?" "Yes, Mist..." "So is he,"said Mistress VanEsa, with a final little laugh. Very......Ready to start?" "Yes, Mistress."______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ninety minutes later: "Very good!!", said Mistress VanEsa. "I'm proud of you! Right on time, too. Not as loud, but right on time! I'm proud of both of you." She laughed hysterically into the phone for a few seconds, then regained Her composure. "When you come out, you can switch places," She laughed. "I'll call him. You'll like that, won't you?" "Yes, Mistress," said the naked, sweating submissive in Chicago.
He sat on the couch holding the shirt he had ejaculated into a minute earlier. The man liked the way his Mistress had said "When" he comes out -- not "If." He liked the way She had said "You'll like that, won't you" -- not "You'd like that, wouldn't you." "I'll call You within a week with the dates I'll be out to see You, Mistress," said the man into the phone, boldly. "Excellent!", said Mistress Vanesa. "You're such a good boy." "Thank y....." "Now, tomorrow morning I want you to masturbate at least twice before you go to work," instructed the attractive Oregon Mistress in Her quiet but commanding voice. "Then, no more jacking off -- until I see you. I want you to store up your come until I can milk it from you. Tomorrow morning will be your last ejaculation until we see each other. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress." Then the sixty-year old Chicago submissive heard the dial tone.