BDSM Story

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After Midnight
By John Gault

It was one of those times when Master’s job called him out of town for a seminar. He likes it when he gets the chance to lecture to his colleagues from around the world, and to the speak to the "young eager minds" as he calls them who are new to the business. We never like being away from each other though, and these trips usually separate us for a few weeks at a time. I try to be cheerful and encourage his spirits to help him perform well without worry about me being at home alone. My thoughts are to beg him to stay home and be with me, but I’m not selfish. He knows how I feel without me saying it and he tells me that the only part of the lecture he hates is not taking me with him. That’s enough for me.

A week has gone past and just one more week until he comes home! Each night when he gets back to the hotel he calls me to tell me good night and to see how my day went. Master runs several Internet businesses and I work for him, so he likes to be kept up-to-date especially when he’s on the road. Each morning I get a phone call from him too. He tells me that he likes to hear my voice first thing each day. Those two moments are the focal points of my day while he’s away. Our relationship is strong and we never get tired of each other even though we are together all day everyday, except for times like this. I need him home with me!

Sunday night comes and I try not to think about the five more nights in his bed alone. It’s nearly 10:00 and I’ve just finished my shower and slipped into a nightgown when the phone rings. I leap onto the bed and grab the phone, which sits on the table beside it all in one move. "Hello master, I love you so much!" I said. "Hey there girl of mine. It’s so good to hear you. How was your day?" He replies. We talk for a few minutes as I explain the items I worked on through the day and a few of the e-mails I received. I tell him I’m staying busy reading three different books to keep me from missing him too much. I fumble for the books on the night stand and place them beside me on the bed while we begin to wrap up our night’s conversation. He wishes me a good night of sleep and I listen to his line click dead and await the dial tone before I finally hang-up the phone on my end. Just in case, you know, he might have forgotten to tell me something and.. He might want to pick up the phone again and I’d be there waiting so he wouldn’t have to redial. A silly thing I suppose, but it is a slave thing that I like to pride myself in doing. Alas the dial tone comes and I solemnly place the phone back on to the charger then curl up on the bed with the books.

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