Sofia was a young single woman. Life did not smile upon her, and insecurity was a strange way of life.

A beautiful, slim brunette with black hair and a magnetic personality. Desired by everyone yet afraid of pleasing no one, she had an almost morbid curiosity about the world of submission. Sofia did not know why, but she liked the idea of serving someone.

She met Miguel through social media. An enigmatic profile. No profile picture, as befits a married man in his forties with children. Three, in fact. Miguel's writing captivated her, leading her to comment on one of his posts. Miguel, an old fox, realised that his next prey was there. Stunningly beautiful, and a novice in the art of submission.

They arranged to speak on the phone. The distance between them did not allow for a physical meeting. Sofia was nervous, and became even more so when her mobile phone rang. She answered. A deep voice spoke:

- Good evening, Sofia. I like knowing that you wish to serve a Master.

Sofia did not know what to say. She stammered a few sounds. Her knees trembled. That voice. That voice made her shake. A shiver ran through her body. Images flashed through her mind. “What could that stranger be planning for her? What should she do?” But before Sofia could say anything at all, Miguel continued:

- I see that you are not ready.

The calm, measured and deep voice reassured her but at the same time... she could not explain it... she was nervous. “How can one be calm and nervous?” she thought. Miguel continued:

- The first rule, and the essential rule: the power is yours. Nothing will happen without your express permission. Tell me what you want, but above all what you do not want. BDSM is not about the Dom's power. The power lies with the submissive, who sets the rules and has the power to end the session at any time. The Dom's pleasure lies in fulfilling the submissive's pleasure, whether through pain, humiliation, or restriction of movement. The submissive says what she wants, but above all what she does not want. Tell me, Sofia, what are your desires and limits.

Sofia's voice caught in her throat. She did not know what to say. The only thing that came out was:

- I don't know, Sir. And she thought, “But what will he think of me? He'll think I'm foolish, and he won't want to speak to me,” and she remained silent.

Miguel did not reply immediately. The silence was deafening. They were not silent for more than 30 seconds, but for Sofia it had been an eternity. Her hands sweated. Her body trembled. Was she losing an opportunity? But why did she feel safe with a man whose voice was all she knew? “I want this!” she thought. While thoughts echoed in her head, Miguel said in a dry, stern tone:

- More important than what you want is knowing what you do not want. When you know, we will speak.

Sofia felt that Miguel was about to hang up and said, “But Sir.” What followed made Sofia know that she had found her Dom.

- YOU SPEAK WHEN I ORDER YOU TO, AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE A “BUT”! - Miguel shouted from the other end of the phone. Sofia understood everything. This stranger was truly going to teach her.

At the shout, Sofia felt that she was being taught and felt... desire. Her vagina became wet. That shout. That voice. That command. How she wanted to be possessed at that very moment. What vigour she felt in her body. What a mad urge to submit to that stranger. And in this whirlwind of emotions Sofia stammered:

- Forgive me, Sir.

- Better, slave. - Miguel returned to his deep tone, shifting from furious to calm as easily as drinking water.

- You will have to make it up to me. Whenever you misbehave, you must make it up to me. Masturbate for me, right now.

Sofia did not know how to react. Instinctively, she lowered the scarlet skirt she was wearing, moved aside her black knickers, and began to touch herself. She wondered why she was doing it. But the truth was that her body throbbed with desire. Her fingers danced harmoniously, and her body trembled. She could hear Miguel breathing. She let out:

- Yes, Sir, I'm already doing it.

Miguel already knew. Sofia's breathing had changed.

- I know, servant. You will be mine. You will obey every command.

Her fingers caressing herself, but that voice... that voice drove her mad.

- Suck your fingers and push them into your cunt... Hummm...

The word “cunt”, which Sofia had never liked, sounded like an extraordinary provocation, taking her to ecstasy.

- Yes, Sir. - she said, and brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting her desire. She sucked every drop flowing from how aroused she was. And she pushed in two fingers. Incredible, what Sofia felt. An uncontrollable desire she had never felt for a man she had never seen, and whom she desired solely because of his voice.

She parted her lips. She pushed her fingers in as deeply as she could. Her clitoris pulsed. Her body trembled. “How is this possible?” she thought. And Miguel was silent. Miguel merely listened to Sofia's uncontrolled breathing. The intensity growing ever greater. Sofia's fingers travelled across every millimetre of pleasure. She, who always found it difficult to have an orgasm, felt one coming. She, who had always held herself back. Not now. She wanted to come. She wanted pleasure. She was almost there. But damn it, almost is not “having it”. Sofia continued touching herself.

Fluids flowed, as she had never felt before. Her fingers moved between her vagina and her mouth. She sucked her fingers and tasted herself, and it excited her. She knew someone was listening to her and loved knowing it. She was out of control. She did not know how, or why.

At the beginning of the day, nothing had suggested this outcome. But she loved every minute. She felt powerful as she masturbated at her Master's command. She masturbated. She wanted to have an orgasm. But... there was that “but”, which would not let her. It was madness. She wanted to stop. But she wanted to serve her Master. Miguel, wisely, realised that she was on the verge of madness and, in a soft, calm, honeyed voice, whispered:

- Whore... come for your Master. Sofia heard “whore” and “come”, and could not hold back. A tremendous orgasm invaded her body. Emotions through her body and mind. “I'm having pleasure,” she thought. Miguel, sensing the orgasm, whispered:

- That's it, my servant. Come for my pleasure.

Sofia did not come again. Her body relaxed. Her breathing returned to normal. Before anything else, she heard from the other end of the phone:

- Your first lesson is over.

And the call ended. Sofia could not believe it. “But... but... Like that? He hangs up? And now?”

Millions of thoughts. “Would it now only be virtual? And would there be a real story?”

Immersed in these thoughts, Sofia returned to her routine, certain that she would become her Dom's servant. But that... is for another story...
 

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