Title: Phone Sex
By: lewis771750
Challenge: stargateluvr's wallpaper challenge and a virtual rewind to Technology
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: No
AN: Definitely mature, and the porn faerie is feeling kinky today...

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Sara was examining an old crime scene, doing the final checks that they had everything they needed before they released the scene back to the owners. It was dull, routine work, completely safe and usually done alone, just like today. Of course sometimes those dull routine days were just what you needed, and after a night screaming in ecstasy after being assaulted by Catherine's fingers, tongue and anything that entertained her Mistress a few gentle closing scenes were all she felt up to.

Just as she was about to sign off on the scene and inform the officer he could let the householders back in her new phone rang. This phone had a variety of ring-tones that could be assigned by caller ID. As the electric guitar rang out with the unmistakable sounds of Hittar Cuesta she knew beyond doubt who was calling. It was Catherine on her personal cell phone; that was the only number that caused "˜Hidden Mistress' to play.

As she flipped the phone open to answer it Sara quickly looked around, double-checking she was alone before answering meekly, "Yes Mistress?"

Anyone watching Sara's face would have seen it blanch, although the reasons would only be obvious if they could hear the tinny voice from the cell phone or see a split screen image with Catherine speaking into her phone to one side of the screen. After such a submissive answer to the phone they might have been shocked at the next thing Sara said: "You want me to do what where? You want to do _what_ to me *where*? Are you mad?" The tone of voice, rising in incredulity and anger might have shocked anyone too. Judging by Sara's next comments and actions Catherine was not amused.

Sara slumped to her knees, and hung her head. "I'm sorry Mistress. I should never have spoken to you so rudely or angrily. Of course I will obey your instructions. Mistress. I was taken by surprise at your request, Mistress, and spoke before thinking, Mistress." Again, judging from body language alone, it was obvious that Catherine was not completely mollified, but was adding something to her instructions to her lover.

"Yes Mistress, I understand completely, Mistress. I will start within the next five minutes, Mistress, and traffic willing I will be ready for you within the hour, Mistress... love you too, Mistress."

Sara closed her phone and rose from her knees. She took two deep breaths, looked around the room before picking up the papers, signing them and heading out of the door. The officer looked at her and smiled as she handed the paperwork over, finally he was going to be released from keeping the increasingly irate owners out of their own house. It was a job that he knew had to be done, but it was still a shitty duty to draw, although at least he could admire the beauty of this CSI as she left the scene, that was something to lighten the day.

Sara didn't notice, and wouldn't really have cared if she had. Guys admiring her looks, as long as they didn't leer or get out of hand she was happy to accept. She wasn't interested in them, but if it brightened their day a little it didn't hurt anyone either. This time she was deep in thought, wondering how she could pull off the orders her mistress had given her without being arrested herself. Suddenly a plan came to mind, and a smile spread over her face as she unlocked her car.

10 minutes later she arrived at Desert Palms hospital. She knew there was a garden for patients and visitors, and at the height of the day's heat she was fairly confident it would be empty. As she went in to the area she looked around carefully, and sighed with relief as her hopes were fulfilled. Taking out her phone she opened it, and positioned it carefully so that the camera lens was pointing towards a tree. Behind the tree you could still see enough of the rooftop to make it clear she was in a very public place.

Taking a deep breath she found a twig that would let her press the button to take a photo from her new position by the tree. She took the first picture, just to test the system, and went back and checked the results. It was far from ideal, but it was clearly her and she was clearly outside in a public space, so far so good. Going back and standing by the tree she removed her tank top and pressed the shutter again. Next to go were her shoes (unphotographed) and her pants, when the next photo was taken she was standing there in just her underwear. Checking around again she reached behind herself and took her bra off, and then took another photo. Finally she removed her knickers and took one more photo.

She almost froze at this point, but her instructions were quite clear. She picked up her panties and put them into her own mouth. She'd had this done to her hundreds of times before, but this was the first time she'd ever done it to herself. There was another click of the camera. Then she picked up her bra and wrapped it twice round her head before fastening it, using it to bind the panties in as a rather brutal gag. Again she pressed the button, taking a photo. Then, nervously, she carried on following the precise instructions she'd been given.

First she played with her nipples, making sure they were erect, before pulling first one, then the other as far from her chest as she could bear and taking a photo of each of these uncomfortable poses. Next she used the hand that was not holding the twig to spread herself open, taking a completely pornographic image of herself as if she was posing for a top-shelf magazine. Finally she dipped her fingers inside herself, bringing herself to orgasm as quickly as possible taking a few photos along the way, before taking the final one of this part of the sequence with her smearing the evidence of her orgasm across her own breasts to clean her hand.

She wasn't really surprised that it didn't take her long to reach her orgasm, however much she protested against the instructions she loved doing what Catherine told her, loved taking risks like this as well.

To round the photos off she dressed once more, but with her underwear still gagging her, her punishment for her unthinking response to the instructions she had been given "“ she was denied the right to wear underwear for the rest of the day. Finally she undid the gag, removed her knickers and shoved the underwear she was not allowed to wear into her pocket.

Mission accomplished so far. Mindful of the rest of her instructions Sara took the twig that she had used with her as she went to the hospital refectory. As she sat down, sipping the coffee she'd bought she opened the phone once more and sent the pictures from her phone to Catherine's.

Moments after the last of the photos had been sent her phone rang, that tune ringing out again. "Yes Mistress?" Sara answered. This time she held the phone slightly away from her ear, made slightly awkward by the coffee cup, and a keen listener could have just picked out a voice saying, "God I love watching you undress! Well done pet, I'm proud of you. I know where you are, and as per my instructions to you, I will make every effort to be there within the hour. If I'm early you get a reward, if I'm late you get a spanking, which is a reward for you anyway isn't it sweetness?"

That same keen listener might have noticed a slightly glazed look spreading across Sara's eyes as the voice of her Mistress drove her deeper inside herself. Her joy at hearing she had done well and pleased her Mistress was clearly reflected in her smile and the two spots of colour that appeared on her cheek. "Yes Mistress, it would be a delight to be spanked by you again, Mistress," she managed to croak. With that Sara shut her phone, sat back and stared at the wall for several minutes before shaking herself, picking up her coffee and sipping it. About 45 minutes later she stood up and headed out, back to the tree where she had stripped and photographed herself earlier.

15 minutes after that Catherine appeared, looking flustered. As soon as Sara saw her she fell to her knees, waiting quietly for her mistress to approach and speak first. Catherine strode up to her waiting pet, caught hold of her by the chin and tipped her head back, staring into the dark brown eyes of her lover and devoted slave. With a smile she bent forward and kissed Sara full on the lips before checking her watch.

"I'm sorry love, an hour and ten minutes. It's a spanking for you, either here for 20 smacks, or at home later for 40 as we agreed. Your choice?"

Sara could not look round, her chin was still being held and she was drinking in the sight of her Mistress avidly, watching every flicker, every movement of the face of the woman she adored. Trusting to her ears, knowing what it would mean if she was wrong she reached her hands down, undid her jeans and simply said, "Here Mistress, if that would please you."

Catherine smiled; she had known what the answer would be, delaying her arrival by a minute or two, another smack or 5, to make sure that the garden was empty before entering. She sat down, accidentally picking the exact spot on which Sara had placed her camera earlier, and smiled as Sara stood, slipping her jeans down. She lifted her top as she lowered herself over her Mistress' knees and handed her the twig to use as a switch if she desired.

Consumed again with love and wonder that this beautiful woman submitted so completely to her Catherine set aside the wood, and drawing her hand back started to spank Sara. Beneath her firm blows Sara's body squirmed and wriggled, but each time Catherine took a break and tenderly stroked over the reddening cheeks the wriggles took on a more sensuous form and the sounds of mild distress were replaced by a purring sound. With the twentieth smack delivered Catherine again stroked over the glowing ass of her love. This time Sara's legs drifted apart and Catherine took the hint. She moved her hand around, dipping her fingers deep inside Sara. After all the anticipation and stimulation from the spanking, that first touch was enough to cause Sara's hips to buck once more and another orgasm swept over the brunette.

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