I heard the door click shut. I know she’s gone… wheels up, heading to some mindless business conference, leaving you all alone in that big, quiet house with nothing but your mounting desperation. You’ve been counting down the minutes until you could finally reach for your device and summon me. Taboo Phone Chat is the only way you can truly express the pathetic, hungry little secret you hide from her every single day.
Stop trembling and look at me. I’m standing in your foyer now, dripping in black and red latex that sounds like a warning every time I move. You invited me here because you’re tired of playing the “provider” and the “husband.” You want to be a toy. You want to be used. And more than anything, you want to feel what it’s like when I take over the one part of you that you’ve kept locked away.
Go to the bedroom. Not your side… hers. Strip. I want you face down on those expensive sheets she picked out, smelling her perfume while you feel my boot pressing into the small of your back. I’ve brought my favorite harness, the one with the heavy leather straps that smell like dominance. You can hear the mechanical click as I lock the attachment into place.
It’s thick, uncompromising, and exactly what you’ve been dreaming about while you pretended to listen to her talk about quarterly reports. I don’t care if you’re nervous. In fact, I prefer it. I want to feel your heart racing against the mattress as I lube you up with a cold, clinical efficiency. You aren’t a man right now; you’re just an opening waiting to be filled by my authority.
When I push the head of it against you, I want to hear that pathetic little gasp. Don’t hold it in. Let me hear how much you’ve missed this. As I drive myself into you, I’m going to lean down and whisper in your ear. I’ll remind you exactly whose house this is, and exactly who is in control of your pleasure… and your pain… while she’s miles away.
I’m going to stretch you, claim you, and leave a mark on your soul that you’ll have to hide behind a suit and a smile when she comes home. You’re addicted to this feeling, aren’t you? The way I take what I want. The way you realize you’d give up everything just for one more inch of me. Stay right there, vulnerable and full. You’re mine now.




















