The Caller 06 - a new number - Sex Stories

The Caller 06 - a new number

... ahead but my mind was racing. I knew what I would want from that girl. I knew about some of my fantasies. But the one thing I didn't know, the thing I tried to figure out and should have had figured out way before I picked her up, was: What role would I want to play with her? Who would I want to be in that relationship? We came to a halt at a stop light when a sudden calm came over me, and I began to speak not knowing where my words came from. "We're women," I said. "We're women and we live our whole lives as women, but we still don't know what it means to be a woman." I turned my head and looked at her. "Maybe all we need is each other to figure it out. Maybe all we need is to come together, women, young and old, and figure out what we are." She stared back surprised, not knowing what to make of it. "What do you mean?" she asked confused. "I mean, we always have someone else to tell us what we are. When we're with a man, we look to him for guidance. When we're out, society tells us, in no uncertain terms, even without words, what we're supposed to be like. When we're by ourselves, we're still judging us through the eyes of others. Even now, here, between the two of us, you're looking for me to tell you what we should do, and I'm waiting for you to explain a relationship, a mutual feeling, that maybe can't be explained. And I want to find out what all of that is." She nodded, slowly. "I think I understand," she said. "Not, like, math or something. I think I feel the same ...

... way. Maybe everyone feels the same way? I don't know, but yeah... I think I understand." The light must've turned back to green but the angry honking of the cars behind us sounded far away and irrelevant as we looked into each other's eyes. "Let's make some rules, for this," I said finally, remembering my relationship with Missy, remembering especially how her rules gave me some sense of security and reassurance. Rules were important, I had learned. Rules may be wrong or right, but they provide a fence, a balustrade, on which one can lean onto. Kaylee nodded. "Yes Ma'am," she replied, her voice no longer that of a bored young girl, but of someone... different. I closed my eyes. "Number one," I said. "No more underwear. You are to be prepared at all times." "No more underwear," she repeated. I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Well..." I said, expectantly. She stared back, her mouth slightly open, looking embarrassed out the window where cars passed us left and right. With shaking hands she unzipped her jacket and pulled up a t-shirt she was wearing underneath, trying to unhook her bra. "Number two," I continued. "You are to keep a toy on you at all times." "Always keep a toy on me," Kaylee said, finally able to open the bra and started to strip it off, her small round breasts barely visible under the shirt. "Number three..." I paused. One and two were easy, they were Missy's rules. What would my own be? Do as you're told? Would that not make me her Missy? Would that not make me ...