Book 2 (Collector’s edition)

A story about horniness, obedience and the secret ties between women This collected edition contains all 8 chapters of the parts 7 to 12 of the Caller Series in one volume. What would you do if someone just told you to do it? Where would you draw the line? What act would be too base, too depraved, too dark for you to commit? The sequel to the acclaimed Volume 1 of the Caller explores the deep, dark secrets of order and obedience, the freedom of being taken and the thrill of the taking. It trails along the boundaries of what is comfortable and pushed out into the unknown wilds of the uncomfortable, the forbidden and the dangerous. How many women will be drawn into the call? How will they react when they’re being taken advantage of? Will they please, and be pleased? Will they melt under the shame or break under the force? And how will it change the Caller? Amazon Apple Google Play Barnes & Noble Kobo inktera...

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Part 12: “Come and take me.”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. The skirt dropped to the floor, and I casually ran my fingers through my pubic hair, as if to make sure it was still there. I opened my handbag, pulling out the big, black dildo that I had bought following Missy’s instructions at a time that seemed like an eternity away. I held it in my arms, clutched between my breasts, nibbling at its head for a moment. It was too big to be really comfortable, I had learned, but sometimes… sometimes too big is just big enough, and sometimes, pain is better than comfort. Sometimes. Some of the women, already familiar with the procedure, pulled out their own toys. I smiled. Maybe it was just weird what I was doing, but at least I wasn’t alone. There were others here who liked it just as much as I did. “Rule number three,” I said. “Do as you’re ordered, no questions.” Some of them mumbled along, like a sermon. For some strange reason, they seemed to like this. The rules, I realized, were something of a build-up, one more exciting than another, like sex, moving toward a climax. I looked to my sides, at my two assistants, motioning them to join me. Kaylee and Sherri both didn’t hesitate and without further instructions began to take off their own...

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Part 11: “Let’s see how wet you can really get.”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. “Good,” I said. “So where were we?” She didn’t answer right away. “I’m in the bathroom now,” she whispered finally. “And…” I asked expectantly. “A-and… and I…,” she stuttered, struggling for the courage to talk to me. Finally, she whispered: “I am very wet, Miss.” “How do you know?” I asked, starting to enjoy this little game. “I… I had reached into my panties, just now,” she answered, trying to sound confident, but at the same time as inconspicuous as possible. I could only presume she wasn’t all alone in that bathroom. Maybe she was at work? “And you’re still wearing them?” I asked. She swallowed, afraid she would say something wrong. “Y-yes,” she admitted finally. I gave Sherri, who still stood at the ready by the side of my desk, a sign to come closer, while I continued my play with the strange woman on the phone. My submissive, masochistic assistant stepped up without hesitation, still bearing the welts and bruises from our previous encounter almost with pride. I pointed down between my legs, and she immediately understood, dropped to her knees and came crawling underneath my desk. “Then I want you to piss in them,” I said into the phone. “Let’s see how wet you can really get.” Amazon Apple Google Play Barnes & Noble Kobo...

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Part 10: “You want to get punished, yes? You want to get it rough?”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. “You stupid bitch,” I hissed again, pulling at her hair this time, grabbing her blouse with my other hand, tearing at her collar. “You stupid little dirty cow! You want to get punished, yes? You want to get it rough?” With both hands, I ripped her blouse apart, tearing it open at the front and then pulling it halfway down her back until she could barely move her arms. Her small breasts were perky with excitement, her nipples harder than I had ever seen. I pulled open a drawer and took out a roll of packaging string, and with some difficulty tied it around her breasts so tight they turned slightly blue. “There you go,” I said finally, slapping across her nipples. “Stupid cow has some udders now, too. Now bend over!” I commanded....

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Part 9: “Tell her, she’s not allowed to come.”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. Tabby stared at me wide-eyed, the same shocked expression almost every woman would get on her first Calling. Quietly, she pulled a smooth, pearl-coloured vibrator from her handbag, looking around embarrassed when Sheryl got up to give her more room on the sofa they both were sitting on. Tabby sat down, laying on her back, running the almost pointy tip of the toy between her legs, turning it on high. A loud buzz was the only noise we heard as we all watched fascinated while the young woman ran the white stick along her slit, parting her shaved pussy slightly to run it tighter across her clit. She gasped, breathing harder in short, shallow bursts, her body shaking slightly from excitement. “Tell her she’s not allowed to come,” Missy suddenly whispered in my ear....

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Part 8: “Please keep allowing me to service you.”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. She was more willing than I had anticipated. Even though Amanda said she would be “very eager”, I didn’t expect her to be that much of a slut. Something within me stirred, wanting to try and see how far she was willing to take it. “You seem to like that,” I remarked, looking down at her. She blushed softly. “I can’t help it,” she replied. “When I first walked in here, your eyes told me I was going to be unable to say no to you. It would just feel wrong.” I smirked, then got a naughty glimpse in my eye as I spread my legs towards her. “Mmh, then open your mouth,” I said cheekily. She looked up at me a little confused but nodded. “Yes, Ms. Gayheart,” she said as she sat back and opened her mouth, ready for whatever I would ask of her. “You want more of this cunt, slut?” I hissed, spreading my labia with both hands, giving her a good deep look. She blushed deeper. “S-slut,” she muttered as her eyes locked onto my pink butterfly. “Y-yes, Ms. Gayheart, I want more of your wonderful pussy. Please keep allowing me to service you.”...

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Part 7: “Get down on your knees and take care of that, then.”

A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women. Slowly, she raised her eyes again, until they met with mine. It looked for a moment as if she was having second thoughts, as if this new, unknown and frightening thing we were doing was too much. I saw the same doubts in her eyes that I was wrestling with myself. Was this prostitution? Were we just depraved? Was all of this just an excuse for us to have the sex we never could have? Or was it more? “Yes, Miss Gayheart,” she said finally, nodding. “I’m happy to be able to help someone like you.” A soft crimson colour crept up her cheeks, making her look cute and innocent. “Good,” I smiled, unfolding my legs and spreading them slowly towards her. Through the glass top she could see my skirt sliding upwards, revealing my curly black pubes and wet labia. “Get down on your knees and take care of that, then.”...

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Der Anruf – Teil 7

Frohe Neuigkeiten, liebe Leser! Teil 7 vom Anruf ist endlich erschienen! Wer sich jetzt denkt: “Hmm, das sieht aber ein bisschen anders aus…” der liegt auch total richtig. Der ehrliche Grund dafür ist, dass die Serie von Fotos, die ich für die erste Staffel des Anrufs genommen habe, keine weiteren passenden Bilder mehr enthält, weshalb ich auf ein anderes Model unsteigen musste. Darüber hinaus habe ich einen neuen Laptop, und beim Unstieg sind mir die meisten meiner Schriftarten verloren gegangen, weshalb die Untertitel-Schrift ein wenig anders ist. Allerdings glaube ich, dass dies die Veränderungen meines Alter Ego gut wiederspiegelt, was schon relativ früh in der neuen Staffel offensichtlich werden wird, und ihr einen etwas… aggressiveren Anstrich verleiht. Sagen wir einfach, sie hat sich so langsam selbst gefunden. Teil 8 ist auch schon geschrieben und wird als nächstes übersetzt. Und Teil 9 schließlich ist fast fertig und kommt hoffentlich noch dieses Jahr raus, ich habe auch genug Ideen für die restlichen Teile dieser Staffel, die euch, hoffentlich, auch ein wenig überrascht, aber zumindest den Mund wässrig machen wird (und andere Stellen auch). Außerdem versuche ich immer noch herauszufinden, wie ich mit diesem Blog am besten umgehe, wofür ich es verwende und wie ich es handhabe, dass Menschen mein Schreiben tatsächlich mögen und mehr verlangen. Aufgeregt, aber ahnungslos,...

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The Caller – Part 8

Well, hello again, dear readers. Like I promised last week, part 8 of the Caller has now come out as well. I’ll be on my toes to get part 9 done until next weekend, but even if I won’t, it’s definitely in the works. Likewise, translations will be started soon, with german to be the first, and others possibly to...

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The Caller – Part 7

Good news, dear readers: Part 7 of the Caller is finally out! Now if you’re thinking “well, that looks a bit different”, you would be right. The honest reason is that the series of photographs I had used for the first season of the Caller didn’t have any more suitable pictures in it, so I had to switch to a different model, and on top of that, I got myself a new laptop and in the transition lost most of my fonts and haven’t been able to get them all back, so the subtitular font of the book cover changed a little. However, I think it is a good reflection of the changes to my alter ego, which will become apparent quite early in this new season and will leave her with a more… forceful approach to things. Let’s just say she may be finally getting into her own. Part 8 is already finished and scheduled to be released next weekend. Beyond that, part 9 is almost done, hopefully to come out around christmas time, and I’ve got ideas for the remaining parts of this run, which will leave you, hopefully, with a little surprise, but at least watering from the mouth (and other places). Other than that, I’m still trying to figure out how to handle this blog, what to use it for and how to deal with...

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Welcome

I have finally managed to get my own website up and running. So this will be the go-to place to hear about new episodes of the caller, as well as whenever a free promotion will be running. I’m thinking about getting some social media accounts for it as well, but so far that’s a work in progress. Thanks to everyone who got into the book at this early stage. It gives me all the more reason to keep on writing....

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Book 1 (Collector’s Edition)

This collected edition contains all 7 chapters of the first 6 parts of the Caller Series in one volume. Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes &...

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Part 6: Anything. She’ll do anything.

We finally arrived at my place, I unlocked the glass door and we crossed the small reception area into my office. She stood up straight and breathed relieved as I closed the door behind us and rounded my desk, sitting down in my chair. I folded my hands in front of me on the desktop and looked at her, smiling. “Well,” I said finally. “Aside from us becoming roommates, what else do you think we are?” “Anything you want, Miss,” she said, keeping her chin up and looking straight at me. “Anything?” I asked, smirking. I liked her attitude a lot, she seemed much stronger than I was at her age. “Anything,” she nodded, still standing straight. “I’ll do anything.” “Well, then let me introduce you to your new place,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Get down underneath the desk.” Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes &...

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Part 5: “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I said finally, my face feeling like a rigid mask that was hiding the boiling lust underneath. She looked back, surprised and speechless. “But, how am I going to do that?” she asked. I started adjusting my seat, lowering the back part until it was almost flat and even and then turned around on all fours, my hands resting on the back seats while my butt was pointing at the windshield. “I don’t know. I don’t care,” I replied. “Use your fingers, your tongue, anything. Just fuck me, and do it now.” Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes &...

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Part 4: “Offer yourself to anyone who would have you”

Suddenly, the train rolled in. I braced myself, standing alert in front of the door as it swung open. “Get on and offer yourself to anyone who would have you,” she ordered. I stared wide-eyed, but hurried to get on before it left again, without much time to think about her words. Inside, there were only a few passengers. Two or three bums were sleeping on some of the seats, and a young woman with her headphones on was ignoring me. When I turned, my eyes fell on my reflection in the window of the train: I was soaking wet, my yellow dress clung to my body tight and became see-through in parts, showing very clearly that I wasn’t wearing a bra, for instance, and if I looked closely, I could see a dark triangle where the dress stretched across my crotch. Jocelyn, if you weren’t so classy, you’d look like a hooker. Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes &...

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Part 3: “Now serve every one that comes through here.”

Catching my breath, I leaned against the door from the inside for a moment. “I’m in the booth,” I whispered into my earpiece. The smell of the place was very distinct and took my breath away. It was sharp, slightly sour, tart, with a hint of disinfectant and cleaning perfume. In the dim light I could see paper towel dispensers, a waste bucket with several towels in them, and a leather seat with a screen above. To the left and right side were small metal sliders at waist height. “Good,” she replied, “does it have holes?” “I think that’s what this is,” I said, touching one of the sliders and pushing it. It was slick and sticky, and I noticed some dried stains underneath it, with a few fresher ones running down the wall. Behind it was an opening that led into the adjacent booth. “Yes…” I said dryly, starting to realize what was going on in here. “Very good,” she said satisfied. “Now serve every one that comes through there.” Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes & Noble...

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Part 2: “Make sure you please them.”

“Grab a chair and open the door,” she said. “Then start masturbating.” I swallowed hard, coughing on my own spit. “I… but… what if someone sees me?” I asked. “I’m glad you’re following along,” she replied. “Now get your ass in motion.” I pulled a chair in front of the door and held it open, then sat down, spreading my legs towards the door and pulling up my skirt. God, how did I get that wet already? Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes & Noble...

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Part 1: “You were going to tell me how wet you are.”

In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It’s my most important business tool, and so I don’t spend much thought about when or where to answer it – it’s a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn’t very surprised by it; it happens all the time. “Hi,” said a female voice on the other end of the line. “So, where were we?” “Hi,” I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted? Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: “Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are.” Amazon Apple Google Play Kobo Barnes &...

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