The Caller 08 - a call for help - Sex Stories

The Caller 08 - a call for help

... replied, not knowing what to do with her either. "We'll sort this out." "Fuck," I hissed as I put down the phone. "C'mon Missy, just call me back, please?" I pleaded to an empty room. I sent another email to her, saying how things have changed suddenly and that I really, really need her input. A few minutes later, the phone rang. I held my breath as I answered, hoping for Missy, but expecting Kaylee to call again. "Alright, what's up?" I heard the familiar cheerful sound of my mistress' voice. It sounded like she was chewing something. "Oh thank god," I said relieved. "You don't know how happy I am to hear from you." "Yeah, cut it short," she replied. "You said there's something up with your slut, so what's the problem?" I explained the situation in a few sentences, trying to stick to the general facts and keeping it as short as possible. "Alright," she said finally, still munching. "So what do I have to do with it?" I was dumbfounded for a moment. I didn't know what I had expected from her, but I had thought she was something like a friend, or a guidance, to me. "I... I don't know what to do," I admitted finally. "Mmmh," she said, and I heard a sucking noise. "Well, okay. I don't know what to do either. It's your life, your people, your money, your home, I can't tell you what to do with it. You'll have to make your own decisions, and own up to them. And it sounds like you've started doing that already." "But..." I said, trying to gather my thoughts. "But I have so many ...

... different emotions about it, I feel so lost. She's so young, and I'm... I'm not. All of this is new to me, I've never been with a woman. And what about her parents? Her school? I barely know her. And I don't even know what I was doing... what I was doing back there." I suddenly felt tears well up within me, coming from a strange place of desperation and disappointment. "Okay," Missy said finally, her voice a little warmer than usual. "Here's the thing: I started something with you, and that somehow got the ball rolling into a direction where it could become something much bigger. But that's your ball, I'm not there with you, I can't influence the situation." "What I would do, in your place, is just follow the ball, see where it goes. Take whatever happens and make the most of it. I don't have a fucking clue about what I'm doing either. I'm just doing it. And you've finally started doing something too. So go on, keep doing it, see where it goes." I sniffed a moment, rubbing a tear out of the corner of my eye. "Can I... can I continue to... get in touch with you when I need some advice, though?" I asked, feeling like a daughter that was moving out of the home, maybe like Kaylee was feeling right now. "Sure," Missy replied in her usual, cheerful manner. "I didn't have any plans on leaving you to your own devices. You're still my little fuckslut." "Yes Ma'am," I replied obediently, feeling suddenly immensely comforted by that title and her words. If all else fails, I thought to ...