ditzy-dolls:It was a wrong number. For whatever reason, though, Daisy wound up talking to him for
ditzy-dolls: It was a wrong number. For whatever reason, though, Daisy wound up talking to him for a while. He had a nice voice, and he said such funny, pleasant things. She couldn’t remember exactly what they had been, but… well, that didn’t matter. He was nice to talk to, so she stayed on the phone. He asked about her. She told him the basic stuff - that she was new in town, that she didn’t really know anybody yet. That she was having trouble finding a job that she could schedule around her classes. She asked about him, and he didn’t say much, but she still felt like she got a good idea of who he was. He was a nice guy. She liked him. She could trust him. He asked about her more, and Daisy told him more. Things that she didn’t tell anybody else. Things that she didn’t even admit to herself. That she was desperately lonely here. That she worried all the time about what she was doing with her life. He was such a good listener. He asked about her fantasies, and she told him. How she fantasized about being controlled. Dominated. Brainwashed. Programmed. Having her mind scooped out and replaced with something new, something simple and small. She never remembered fantasizing about anything like that before in her life, but as it came out of her mouth, she knew it was true. He asked what she was wearing, and Daisy told him all about the cute bra and panties she was wearing. It was odd, because she was pretty sure she’d had something else on - a hoodie and some jeans, in fact - when she answered the phone. But he said not to worry about it. So she didn’t worry about it. He asked if she was touching herself, sitting there in her underwear, talking about her kinky fantasies. She said that she was. She was. She didn’t remember starting, but he said that didn’t matter. That didn’t matter. He asked if she wanted to cum for him, and she did - ohhh, she did. He asked if she wanted to wait until he told her to cum, and she did. He asked where she lived, and it seemed like such a small thing to tell him, after he knew her so well. He asked her to stay on the line until he arrived. He told her it wouldn’t be long. -- source link