"I'd do so many thing. First, I'd—"
I cut her off. "You mean, King Henry. Say my name when you talk to me."
She pauses for a moment, and I hear her breathing deepen. "Yes, King Henry. I'd worship your cock. I'd slowly unbutton your pants and drop them to your feet. I'd wrap my arms around your big, strong body and pull you tight against my own—my breasts and my hard nipples would be pressed under the weight of your manhood. My nipples are hard just thinking about you. My lips would then touch yours, and I would nibble on you with a hunger you've never felt before."
"And what kind of a hunger is that, Kitten?" I ask.
"I'd—"
"Stop, and address me as your king before you continue. If you mess that up again, you'll have to spank yourself."
"Yes, King Henry. I'd bite you in a trail of hunger, starting on your lips, and then moving down until I reach the ridges of your stomach. I'd slide my hands over your thighs and between your legs… moving slowly until I've reached your large, hard cock. Oh, I'm so wet right now just thinking about you."
"Stop touching your pussy. I can see you doing that because I can hear it in your voice. You can't touch your pussy until I command you to. Do you understand that?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, Kitten?"
"Yes, King Henry."
"That's better. Now spank yourself for not addressing me properly."
"Yes, King Henry," she says, and then I hear a loud slap. I can tell she's naked. It's the sound of skin on skin. She's slapped herself so hard that her ass is definitely red.
"Now show me how you'd worship my cock."
"Yes, King Henry. I'd get down on my knees and wrap my hand around your cock and glide it into my mouth and deep into my throat. I'd take your entire shaft down my throat, until I couldn't anymore."
Now she's got me hooked, and I make sure the driver isn't watching as I slip my hands down my pants, stroking my cock, and I continue. "I want you down on all fours," I command her.
"Yes, King Henry."
"Are you down on all fours right now?" I ask, just to be certain.
"Yes, King Henry. I'm down on all fours," she replies at just above a whisper. I can barely hear her.
"Good job Kitten. Now finger your pussy and make sure you're ready for me."
"Oh, god I'm ready for you King Henry. My pussy is throbbing for you—fuck it's so wet."
“Do you have any toys you use to play with yourself?” I ask.
There’s a pause. “Yes, King Henry,” she replies.
“Good,” I say. “Go get it.”
There’s a rustling and I can hear the phone being put down. She’s obedient. That’s what being horny does to her.
A minute later, she’s back.
“I have it, King Henry,” she says.
“Good, describe it, Kitten,” I tell her.
She gasps. “It’s a footlong dildo, its black, and it’s ribbed, King Henry,” she says to me.
“Close your eyes because that’s now my cock in your hands, Kitten,” I tell her and I can just see her laying down with the sex toy.