I tried to sleep, I really did, but it was only 7:30 pm, and my brain just wasn’t ready for bed yet. Mike was comfortably unconscious next to me, snoring softly. Playtime had worn him out, as it always does, and he was down for the count afterward.

I slipped out of the sheets, grabbing my robe from off of the hook over the door and padding quietly out to the living room, blowing out the candles I had lit and shutting the door behind me. Mike might wake up in a few hours and come searching for sustenance, or he might sleep through the entire night. Either way, I was starving and not willing to wait for him.

My heart softened thinking of him, though, and how willingly he had been submitting to me lately. Mike had been stuttering and shy when we had first met, and his confidence had slowly bloomed as the months passed, but he had never lost that sense of insecurity I had felt radiate off of him from time to time. It had made me sad at first. Mike was such a generous soul, in and out of bed, and I had wanted the confidence that he slowly gained with me to transfer to the rest of his life, too.

But then I had realized something. Mike’s shyness was simply part of who he was, not necessarily a flaw, but it would also make him the perfect sub. We had played with light bondage and incorporated a few BDSM elements into our sex, but once I had the realization that I wanted to make Mike submit to me, I had slowly incorporated it more and more. He took it better than I could have hoped, accepting my domination with embarrassed acquiescence, his big body yielding beneath me.

I smiled to myself, pouring a bowl of cheerios before making my way over to the couch to eat. I had worn the poor guy out tonight and would have to remember to give him a good cuddle when he woke up. Mike could sometimes seem adrift after intense playtime, but a good dose of aftercare was all it took to fix him right up.

I had just kicked my feet up onto the coffee table and flipped the television on when the phone rang next to me, rudely startling me out of my reverie. I sat my bowl down and fumbled to pick the phone up, not wanting it to wake up Mike. I pressed the receiver to my ear and groused,

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end of the line was Mike’s roommate, the conventionally attractive swimmer that seemed weirdly fascinated with our relationship. It freaked Mike out, but it just amused me. The extra attention was pretty normal. “Hey Geena, it’s Kyle. Is Mike there with you? He didn’t come back after class.”

I settle into the couch. Kyle was a bit of a blockhead, but he was cute enough and seemed like a sweet guy under all the bluster and cockiness. “He’s here. He’s asleep though. Knowing him, he’ll be up around 9:30 or 10.”

Kyle groaned on the other line. “Whaaaat? How is he asleep before 8 pm on a Friday?”

I smirk to myself. “Why don’t you think on that question for a moment.”

Kyle is quiet for a minute before laughing awkwardly. “Okay, I can kind of get that. But…” he pauses with a dramatic sigh, “It’s my birthday and my girlfriend is out of town. I really wanted Mike to go to the bar with me. I can’t even get lucky, so it was going to be guy time! Can you just wake him up?”

“He needs his rest. I can be a cruel mistress sometimes, you know?” I twirl the phone cord around my finger as I talk, enjoying teasing Kyle. He’s adorably gullible.

Kyle sputters for a moment. “Okay Geena, too much information. Come on, though… it’s my birthday!”

“Absolutely not. He’ll be awake in a few hours and then you can come and get him.”

“You’re really harshing my mellow, Geena,” Kyle huffs, and I have to smother a laugh. Does he want a fun birthday present? Fine. He can have one.

“Okay, pushy boy. I’m still not going to wake Mike up, but what if I keep you company on the phone?”

“No offense, G, but phone chit-chat with my buddy’s girl is not my idea of a cool birthday,” Kyle mumbles. I could almost hear him frowning on the other end of the line.

“I already told you that you can have Mike when he wakes up, but since you’re cutting my time with him short, I thought we could pass the time with you paying me back.” I put a bit of a purr in my voice, hoping that he would get the picture.

Kyle, predictably, is a little slow to the punch. Finally, he replies, his voice quieter and pitched lower than before. “What exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying, if I don’t get to boss Mike around anymore tonight, then maybe I’ll boss you around instead.” I smile wickedly to myself, my blood heating even so soon after tiring Mike to the bone. “You can start by telling me exactly what you’re wearing.”

I hear Kyle swallow hard. “I, uh. Basketball shorts and a t-shirt?”

“Not very exciting for a night at the bar. So here’s what you’re going to do for me, okay Kyle? I want you to take any clothing you have on your bottom half off and put them beside you. Tell me when you’re done.” I slip a commanding note into my voice. If Kyle doesn’t want this, he can just hang up. But I’ve seen the looks Kyle throws at Mike and me. He won’t hang up.

I hear rustling on the other end of the phone, and then Kyle returns, his breathing a little heavier. “I did it.”

“Good boy,” I breathe.

“So, uh, what are you wearing?” Kyle asks, sounding unsure. I laugh airily.

“You don’t get to ask questions, but since you’re new to this, I won’t punish you just yet. I’m in a black silk robe. Now, are you hard for me, Kyle?”

“Yeah,” he says simply.

“Good. I want you to grab your cock, and stroke yourself slowly. You’re not going to come until I allow it, though. If you do, then you don’t get Mike tonight. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” he says again, at a loss for words. I fight back a sigh. Kyle is apparently not the most creative phone sex partner. No matter.

“Do you know why Mike is so tired? Do you want to guess?”

I could hear the gears turning in Kyle’s head. “You made him pleasure you until he passed out?”

“Now that’s an idea, but no. I bent him over the bed,” I pause for dramatic effect, “And I spanked him until his ass was nice and rosy. I told him if he made any noise then we would be done after the spanking, but if he could stay nice and quiet for me, then he could fuck me afterward.” I heard Kyle exhale shakily. “He took his spanking silently, so he got his reward when he was done. What do you think about that Kyle? Would you like a spanking too?”

“I… fuck. Yes.” Kyle gritted out, sounding embarrassed and aroused all at the same time.

“Maybe I’ll give you one next time, or maybe I’ll let you watch while I give Mike one.” I shift on the couch so I can recline, taking way too much pleasure in making Kyle squirm. My only regret is that Mike is still sleeping and I can’t make him listen in. “Would you like that?”

“Mmhm,” Kyle responds. I can hear the slap of his hand on his cock, flesh on flesh, picking up the pace, and it gives me a little shiver.

“Slow down. Not yet.” I command. “I told you not to come until I tell you to.”

“I can’t help it,” he groans. The noises in the background don’t slow down. Kyle is new to all of this, and he doesn’t understand that there are punishments for misbehavior.

So I hang up on him.

I giggle, finishing off my cheerios while the phone rings and rings. On the third round of rings, I give poor Kyle a little mercy and pick the phone back up.

“Ready to listen?” I ask in a no-nonsense tone. Kyle stammers an agreement, his voice full of relief.

I walk him through what I want him to do to himself, and he narrates it for me the best that he can, breaking down in pants and whimpers throughout. He’s new to all of this, so I don’t edge him too long. Have to keep them coming back for more, of course.

“I want you to make your grip as firm as is comfortable and if you answer the next few questions correctly, I’m going to let you come.”

“Okay,” he gasps.

“What are you going to call me from now on?”

“Madame,” he answers, the slap of flesh louder and louder.

“And who is in control of you right now, Kyle?”

“You, Madame.” his voice is tense, the words coming as if they were almost painful to say.

“Good boy. I’m going to let you come, but only if you lick your hand clean for me afterward. Can you be good for me and do that?” I sink all the sultriness I can into my tone, hoping to drive him over the edge. “Come for me, Kyle.”

Even though I can’t see him, I know he does. His moan is long and drawn out, and I can almost picture the tendons standing out in his neck and his back arched against the dorm room cinder block wall. He huffs through it, and to my pleasure, I hear the sucking sounds of him licking his own spend from his fingers. He’s a quick learner.

“I came,” he says redundantly, sounding wrung out.

“I know you did. Happy birthday.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, thanks. Hey, can you still have Mike call me when he wakes up?”

“Hmm. I guess you’ve earned it. I’ll tell him you called, and that we talked for a while,” I tell him with a grin in my voice.

He snorts. “Ha, yeah. Sure. Tell him if I don’t answer, then I’m probably already asleep. I’m feeling the overwhelming desire for a nap suddenly.”

What a dork, I think to myself. “I couldn’t imagine why. Talk to you later Kyle, if you’re lucky.”

“Bye,” he says simply, and hangs up.

I imagine the flush on his face as he fumbles to put his shorts back on, cleaning up the rest of the come I had coaxed out of him. I settle back into the sofa, considering telling Mike about my little escapade with Kyle but ultimately deciding to save the reveal for another time. When I could use it against them both at the same time. Right now, I’d let both boys sleep my tender ministrations off.

Men. So predictable.