Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (4 page)

I went home and showered. It was tricky with the earpiece in. But I knew I couldn't take it out. If I missed one of his commands, my training would end.

What is wrong with you, Meghan? Seriously, what the fuck are you doing? This is sick!

My logical rational brain had decided to speak up, but it was no use. I was obsessed. Ever since the day I first saw the ad in the vestibule, part of me knew I was going to dive into this and ride it out.

When I heard his voice, it only carved my sordid intention in stone.

I had some studying to do, so after I showered I pulled out some books and got to work with my highlighter and notebook.

When would he call? Should I always be showered and ready to go? What if he wants me to be somewhere quickly?

I heated up some leftover Chinese food and tried to focus on my work, but I couldn't.

I called my dad and chatted for a while. Jake called three times and I didn't pick up. I just can't right now.

At 11:45, I was watching the television and drifting off when I heard a click in my left ear. I bolted up.

"Applicant Number Seven," he said.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?"

"Sorry. Yes, mentor."

"Don't let that happen again."

"Yes, mentor."

"It is time. I want you to go into Davis Square."

"Right now?"

"Do not question me. You will do as I say or this is over!"

"Yes, mentor."

"Wear a short skirt. Don't bring a coat. You won't be outside for long and it's not that cold out."

I caught myself about to ask why, then said, "Yes, mentor."

"Get there as quickly as you can. You have five minutes. Await my command."

"Yes, mentor."

Shit, I'm not much of a skirt-wearer. But I do have a few in my back drawer. I picked a blue one and threw it on over my panties.

I lifted up the skirt and looked at my panties, white cotton with little checks. I took them off and replaced them with a thong.
God, what am I expecting?

I grabbed my purse and ran out the door down to the street. I was in the center of Davis square in about two minutes.

It was a Thursday night. Lots of people were out enjoying the January warmup. The bars were packed.

The earpiece clicked to life.

"Walk down Elm Street toward Cambridge," he said.

"Yes, mentor", I said.

Shit, could he see me? Is he watching from somewhere? How does he know where I am? GPS?

I started walking. I didn't know how fast to walk. My breathing was shallow and my hands trembled.

I walked past the vestibule with the bulletin board. I glanced at it, noticing that only one tear-off strip was left.
Shit, I have competition!

All the normal ordinary people walked by me doing normal ordinary things. Drinking. Eating. Enjoying themselves.

And what am I doing? Following the commands of the mysterious voice of a man I've never met. If only they knew.

Where is he? Who is he? I scanned the faces of every man I saw on the street, looking for a hint of recognition, a glance that might give him away.

"Stop," said my mentor. I stopped. "Turn to the door on your left and open it."

It was green and wooden with a Medieval-style handle. I squeezed it and the door opened. Shit, I’m getting good at opening strange doors, aren’t I?

Directly in front of me was a steep staircase.

"Go up the stairs," he said.

I ascended it, using the wall for support. There was no rail. At the top was an open doorway on the left. I walked through it and found myself in a large room. It was completely empty.

Three sides of the room were very old fake wood paneling. The fourth wall was a large glass window that looked out over Davis Square. There was another door exactly opposite the one through which I entered. There was no light except for the streetlights from outside.

Strange, I must have walked past this window a thousand times but I never noticed it up here on the second floor. I could see Hennigan’s Landing and Lindy C’s across the way. I could see the “OE'S” of Mad Joe’s coffeehouse on the left.

In the center of the room was another table, much like the one in the house. I felt an odd combination of fear and anticipation when I saw what was on it.

Right smack dab there in the center of the table was a big pink dildo… with balls. Next to it was a headpiece with bright red feathers and a golden mask, like what a noblewoman would wear to a Renaissance-era masquerade ball.

"Close the door behind you and walk over to the table," he said. His voice had become softer, more gentle. Yet very much still in command.

I did as I was told.

"Now," he said, "put on the headdress."

"Yes, mentor," I said.

I fumbled with it a bit, trying not to dislodge the Bluetooth earpiece.

"Very good," he said.

Shit, he can see me! Where the fuck is he?

"Now pick up the dildo and walk to the window."

"Yes, mentor."

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I put my purse on the table and put my left hand around the base of the dildo. About eight inches long and two around, I'd guess. Translucent. It jiggled at my touch. My palms were sweaty so I made sure I grabbed it tight as I walked to the window.

As I got closer, I realized how open to the street this window really is. Shit, the whole world can see me up here. But just like I always did, they walked with eyes ahead not looking up. At least there was no light on me. The light from the street was scattered and not too bright. Plus, from the street I bet there are reflections on the window. Maybe nobody would even be able to see me from the street.

"Now I want to ask you a question," he said. "And I want an honest answer."

"Yes, mentor," I said.

"Do you like my voice?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Does my voice make your pussy wet?"

"Yes, mentor", I said. The
yes
came out like a groan. I felt the world beginning to slip away again. It was like I stood on the precipice of a cliff overlooking eternity, alone with his sound gently caressing me with its dark musky tone.

"Is your pussy wet now?"

"Yes, mentor."

More than wet, actually. I had a river going on down there. Being so out of control in a strange place at the behest of an unknown man was enough to arouse me. But standing in an open window in front of the world with a dildo sent my cunt into the stratosphere.

"Good," he said. "You will earn release tonight. But only at my command. Now, lift your skirt and show me how wet your hot pussy is."

I hesitated.

"Mentor," I said, "may I ask a question?"

"Yes."

"Where are you?"

"That is none of your concern at the moment. I am nearby. And as I'm sure you're wondering, yes I can see you. But you haven't passed the three-step application process yet. This is what will fully confirm you as my student."

I thought of tear-off slips eight and nine. Did he talk to them already? Did he bring them here? Did they run screaming like I should probably do? Did they do what they were told? Did I get here ahead of them?

Whatever. Didn't matter. I'm here. And goddammit, I'm going to pass this test with flying colors!

"Now, lift up your skirt and pull your panties down to just below your knees."

I'm glad I went with the thong. I reached down and did as told.

"Now bunch your skirt in front and lift it up to expose your wet pussy to the world."

As I did so, I felt a sense of true freedom wash over me. Fuck Professor Sanders.
This
is true liberation!

I felt droplets of my wetness creating rivulets down my inner thighs. People drifted by on the street, just feet below me. While the in-control part of me was glad that nobody was noticing this, a darker part of me deep inside wanted to shout at them, "Hey! Look at my pussy!"

"Very good," he said. "Now turn around, bend over, and show me your ass."

"Yes, mentor."

I made sure I got my ass as close to the glass as I could get.

"Spread your cheeks with your hands."

I bent down further so my flipped-up skirt rested on my back, then pulled my ass cheeks apart.

"Very nice," he said.

"Thank you, mentor."

"Do you enjoy anal sex?"

"No, mentor."

"Why?"

"It just hurts."

"So you've tried it?"

"Yes, but it just hurt. My boyfriend was never really into it anyway."

"There is great pleasure in your ass, but tonight we need to address your inhibitions. That is the purpose of Step Three of the application process. Now stand up and turn around."

As I did so, I noticed a guy on the street smoking and looking up at me. Not a guy, just a kid really. Looked like a freshman. He became visibly nervous when I caught him looking at me and walked off.

God, I've never been so turned on in my entire life. I felt like more of a sexual being than ever before. Losing my virginity, fucking two football players at the same time, making love to Jake... none of it was as empowering and exciting as this.

"Now another question," he said, "are you good at sucking cock?"

I almost said
Hell yeah!
but remembered my training.

"Yes, mentor."

"Show me how good you are. Use the toy."

I raised the dildo to my mouth and held the fake balls right under my chin. I tried to guess where he is. Maybe across the street. Then I began licking the base of the big fake penis with a huge smile on my face directed at the spot where I supposed him to be.

"Very good," he said. "very very good. I'm proud of you, Number Seven. Now I will allow you to play with your pussy while you continue to show me how good of a cocksucker you are. But remember, you may not come until I tell you to."

My fears had subsided, fully replaced with a vibrant sense of pure life. It was like being drunk and high at the same time, only better. All I wanted to do was please this man with this incredible voice. A man I had never met.

With my right hand, I reached down and found my engorged folds now dripping with intensity. I rubbed my labia up and down, my clit already hard and ready to blow.

With my left hand and my mouth, I began to put on quite a show. I rubbed my body with my right, hand dancing and swaying my hips while I made love to the dildo with my mouth.

I playfully licked it all the way up to its head, then did rapid tongue-flicks all the way back down to the base. I sucked the balls, one at a time and then both.

Then I took the dildo into my mouth, deep-throating about seven of its eight inches. I sucked with passion, keeping my eye on the spot across the street I had picked in my mind as his location.

I worked myself into a frenzy of sensual dancing. I had to be careful with my pussy because I didn't want to come without permission.

"Stroke your pussy harder," he said.

"Yes, mentor", I said after a slurp on the cock.

"You cannot come until I tell you so. It doesn't matter how hard you rub yourself. Your pussy is now under my control. Go ahead and try to come."

I did as I was told and within seconds realized the truth of his statement. I brought myself to the edge of orgasm, flicking the head of my clit like I always do. But I couldn't get it to come. It just held there.

"Try harder to make yourself come. You will only be able to come if you please that cock. Make sure you're sucking it well."

God, I was in heaven! I went into some kind of state of pleasure that wasn't quite an orgasm but a constant full-body vibration that emanated from my center all the way to my fingertips and toes.

Without warning, I was hit with a bright pink spotlight that lit up the entire room from somewhere across the street. It took a second to fully apprehend the situation.

I looked down. A small crowd had gathered. Mostly guys, but a few girls too. Some were drunk. A couple were cheering me.

"Do not stop! Do not slow down! Keep trying to make yourself come! If you stop, you will lose your spot in training and you won't get the release you so desperately need."

I was no longer flesh and blood. I was made of sex. In that moment, I sucked on the fake cock like I had never sucked on a cock before. I had two fingers inside me, fucking myself in front of about twenty strangers. Two were recording me with their cellphones.

I rode the edge like that for what seemed like a thousand years. I felt like I could go for a thousand more.

"You are such a good girl," he said. "Come for me now."

Never before had such beautiful words been said to me.