We Had A Verbal Restraint Roleplay Phone Call

We meant to call for a catch-up. It quickly became something else.

Matt and I were old friends. Mostly. We had barely even dated. Friends with benefits? That was back in high school. When we started chatting all these years later I had no idea it would turn into a call. We hadn’t ever done verbal restraint roleplay. He mentioned he remembered how nice my voice sounded. Was it something he remembered? No way. People’s voices aren’t memorable. He told me mine was. Then, came the confession. “I used to think about you at night,” he said, shyly.

I knew what he meant, but he let it slip out like it was no big deal. Even though we had made out after sports games and he had taken me to dances, we were just teenage virgins. We didn’t do that much together, especially not verbal restraint roleplay.

I joked that if I had ever known that maybe I would’ve told him to stop.

But not really. Because I used to touch myself thinking about him, too. He seemed speechless, even though I thought it went without saying. I was letting him touch my tits after football games, after all. He asked if he was allowed to touch himself thinking about me nowadays, his tone more suggestive. I paused, a playful thought in my head. I said no.

“Guess where my hand is, though” I said. “Only I’m allowed to touch.” The rules of the game were now clarified.

Verbal restraint roleplay call gets hotter.

I hadn’t planned this, but it was so exciting. Hearing his breath down the phone. Feeling my words hitch as I imagined his hand sliding into my panties instead of my own. As he whispered my name I felt my panties fill with wetness.

He started to beg. I could feel Matt imagining all the places I might be touching myself, and wishing his hands could be there instead of me. I could sense the ache of his hard cock through the phone, hoping I would give instructions for him to be able to stroke it while he listened to me whisper his name. We fell into a verbal restraint roleplay call, but now we were committed. I told Matt I was putting a finger into my wet pussy. Then two fingers. Then my dildo.

In this verbal restraint roleplay, he was still not allowed to touch his throbbing cock.

I was his teacher, now. I was the instructor at the head of the class. Follow my instructions only! Don’t make a move unless I tell you. Just listen to me pleasure myself, don’t make a move unless I tell you. Listen to the moans of my pleasure and let them flow through your hard dick. Matt listened as I thrust my favorite dildo into my wet pussy. He moans along with me as I used the thick head to massage my swollen clit. He begged for more as I came on that dildo and wished it was him inside me.

Then, after almost an hour of making him wait, I gave him permission to stroke his aching, needy, dripping dick. He practically cried when I let him put his fingers on his rock-hard waiting cock. I let him come with me while I had yet another orgasm on my firm well-lubed dildo. I whispered that he had been a good boy. He had followed all my directions and made our game of verbal restraint roleplay so fun.

Maybe this should be a standing date? Our accidental internet Meet Cute had resulted in one of the most fun phone calls I’ve had in a while. I’ll tell Matt to save my number in his call list as his favorite phone sex girl.

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