[My first work, constructive criticism welcome]
[also have no idea how to fucking tag this]
This was crazy to her, all crazy. For the past four years she had only dreamed of this moment, and for it to finally be here was overwhelming. She remembers late nights with her eyes closed and earbuds in, listening to his deep rumble of a voice. It gave commands and praise and spoke such lewd words.
“Does it feel good, baby?” His voice was a soft deep ring to her ears. It set her on edge with each syllable and vowel. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, it was difficult to fully respond. The vibrations of the toy he bought her drove her insane. So powerful yet so small, her words were indeed, very difficult to form when pleasure left her mouth moist and lips chewed. And when she didn’t the toy would get turned down, “I asked if it feels good.”
“Y..yes, daddy.” She bit her lips raw, trying her best to hide her delicate sounds from others in her home. His chuckle sounded from her earbuds. Why was everything so delicious to her? His words and sounds put her in over drive, panties constantly damp in his dominating presence. She had had past boyfriends and doms, but she was never this submissive, this controlled. He had a lovely affect on her.
With a soft gasp she begged to release, her thighs tense and hips lifted off her mattress. When given permission she’d leave a sticky little mess between her sore legs as they shook. Her soft cries of pleasure earned the best praise from him. Soft little ‘Good girl’ or ‘Your moans are so beautiful, baby’ It drove her wild. After soaking in her mess for a moment he’d send her to clean up, but not before she tasted herself. She had to admit, she was reluctant to do so the first time, mostly in fear of being disgusted by the taste. She was surprised to see she was a salty sweet little mixture.
When she came back from cleaning up he’d reward her with his voice, soft praises and encouragement from her mess. He loved to hear her quiver and whine into his ears, and though getting caught was risky, he craved his little girl.
With nights like those being over the phone, she was nervous about the reality. It had been a year since they planned this, and four years since they had begun their relationship. They had been exactly 2,704 miles apart and had the best virtual sex she’s ever experienced. It was amazing enough to keep her interested in, ateast. That long after being so far apart, it gave bolts of electricity running through her stomach and heart. Some people call it butterflies, but butterflies don’t feel this strong. Maybe it was the plane, she had never flown before, or maybe the food, or maybe it was the fact she was standing at his door too scared to knock.
Taking a deep breath she built up the courage to lightly knock, to no response. Sighing softly she gave up and called him, a few rings before he picked up, “Hi” His voice never ceased to make her whimper at first.
“I’m here!” She declared proudly, it was quite the journey even for an experienced traveller (in her opinion). But her childish joy only earned another taunting laugh. One thing she adored about him was his god-complex. He was a narcissist, saw himself as the perfect human, and in her eyes he was. He treated everyone rightfully beneath him, everyone but her.
“So thats what the sound was? Baby you need to learn to knock louder.” Her face lit up in annoyance and embarrassment. So much for pride. Within a few seconds the door slowly opened. Her breath hitched.
“Ma…Master..”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g6hbx2/distance_pt_1_dom_sub_virtual_sex_pet_names