Shortly after my relationship turned full force into Kink, my partner had to go out of town for a few days. she sent me the phone number to her hotel and her room number. Well, I just had to take advantage of the information.

About 10:30 the first night I called, and when the phone was picked up, before she could say anything at all, I told her, "Don't say a word. You will only listen and do as I say. One sound out of you, and I hang up. I'm gone, and you'll just have to wait until you get home."

I paused for a moment, giving her opportunity to object, as is our usual arrangement. When there was none, I gave approval, "Good. Now, I want you to very slowly undress yourself. Do not sit down. Use only your free hand. I want you to unbutton, unzip, and unhook every stitch of clothing you're wearing. I want you to feel your skin as you uncover it. Feel its softness; feel the firmness beneath it. Caress every inch. Squeeze your left breast, then pinch the nipple as hard as you can..." I proceeded to instruct her in great detail what article of clothing to remove and what to do when the body part was exposed.

I could vaguely hear voices and movement in the background as though through a partially open door, and after only a few minutes, my own breathing was as heavy as hers on the other end of the connection. That possibility of discovery just added multitudes to the encounter.

Finally, I had to pause to gather myself in and maintain control, and I asked her softly if she was okay. The only things I heard were heavy breathing, a gulp, then a loud, "Chelle, I think this is for you."

I'd called ten minutes too early. The meeting held in the joint room of the suite hadn't ended yet, and her secretary, who knows me, had taken the incoming call to avoid disturbing the wrap-up.

Needless to say, it was ... interesting ... when I picked Chelle up at her office a few days later. "Ummm...Hello, Terri. Is...um...Chelle in?"