Alice’s knees were beginning to ache, but she held herself steady. Without turning her head, as she had been explicitly instructed, she could see the newly-made bed and the closed door to the bedroom. She entwined her hands more thoroughly behind her back and held them to the small of her back. A light breeze came in through the window and her nipples puckered in greeting.
“Alice.” The voice was tinny but undeniably her lover’s. She almost melted into the carpet with relief and arousal at the sensuous sound.
“Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly.
The walkie talkie on the bed hissed again. "You may move your hands to your breasts now.“
"Yes, sir.” Alice delicately unwound her fingers and brought them around with tai chi slowness to cup both of her small breasts.
“Look at them. Catalog them. You have five minutes. When I speak to you again, I want you to tell me everything about your beautiful breasts. Nod if you understand your assignment.”
Alice tilted her head so she could look into the shiny black eye of the camera mounted above teh door. Then she dropped her gaze down and began to examine the delicate white skin. The time crept by.
The sound of the walkie talkie made her start. "Tell me, my little poet.“
"My left nipple,” she began in a raspy song of a voice, “is smaller than my right. It dimples just north of center when I shiver. They are both gently sloped, like foothills against a craggy mountain. There is a single long hair that grows at eleven o’clock on my right areola. You like to lick it when we fuck.” She tipped her chin back to the camera again, sparks in her eyes.
Her lover chuckled. "You’re a cheeky little slut.“
"Yes, sir,” Alice said, inclining her head so her chin touched her neck.
“Now,” the voice went on, “slide your hand down your stomach and rest it there for a moment. Think about how sexy you are. Think about how nice it would be to touch a girl with a flat stomach, and then enjoy the fact that you are doing it.”
Alice’s hand began to tremble, but she tried to recapture her sense of obedience and slid her hand down her skin. She had oiled before she had entered the room, so it was smooth and luxuriously soft. Down the muscles in her taut stomach. Lingering over her belly button, petite and puckered. She closed her eyes and thought of other beauties, the girls her lover shared with her. She thought of the lithe forms and her hand drifted lower.
“Good girl,” the voice said, and the walkie talkie spat as he left the control room.
Alice moved lower, lower, until her fingers began to circle her clit. She teased herself, not allowing direct contact until she could stand the tantalization no longer. Her fore and middle fingers squeezed together, she stroked herself up and down the length of her pussy, sometimes slipping inside to collect the natural lubrication. Her breathing became ragged as, eyes tightly shut, she did not move from her kneeling position but came all over her hand.
The door flew open and her lover walked in, offering his cock. She took it fully into the back of her throat and reveled in his hand in her long hair.
“Good girl,” he said again.