“Reserve two separate rooms at the Palmer House for next Saturday and Sunday, Dear One,” said Mistress Sasha. She was speaking to an admiring male who lived near Chicago. “I will see what I can do to satisfy your fantasy — because it will amuse Me to control two men by long distance.”  She promised to call right back.

She had been intrigued by Her Chicago friend’s fantasy. She had met him once when he had come to Los Angeles on business. They had not had an in-person session, but he had taken Her to dinner. His many fantasy suggestions had
delighted Her. In fact, She had incorporated many of his ideas into Her phone and in-person sessions. His latest idea had really provoked Her curiosity.  First, She needed to find another of Her admiring males from the Midwest, and
convince him to go to Chicago Saturday. She would remain in Los Angeles to “direct the show”.

“Who can I find?” She asked Herself. “Oh, I know who I’ll call!!” The beautiful Mistress Sasha laughed in delight. She reached for the phone.  She had met the perfect person a few months back. He was a shy youngish-looking retired man who had spent most of an in-person session talking about his fantasy thoughts. Mistress Sasha had not had to lift a whip that afternoon. She had directed him to be ready with a new fantasy every time She called him. They had been in contact every three weeks by phone since then. In Milwaukee, this man — who lived alone in an apartment — picked up his phone when he heard it ring.

“Can you be in Chicago Saturday afternoon, Dear One?, asked Mistress Sasha in Her pleasant voice. She heard a quick gasp on the other line. She smiled to Herself. She knew the kind of impact She had on these lonely men when She called them out of the blue. Usually She waited for them to call for a phone session, but sometimes She liked to surprise a loyal male admirer when he least expected it.

“Yes, Goddess,” answered Her Milwaukee friend. “When are you coming in?”

“I’m not coming to Chicago,” replied Sasha. “I’ll be in Los Angeles. I have made reservations for you at the Palmer House. Dress well, and call me at six in the evening Saturday, Chicago time. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Goddess,”  said Her Milwaukee admirer. “I’m a little confused.”

“Oh, don’t be confused, Dear One,” She said. “I’ll clear things up for you when you call me Saturday. Oh. and one other thing.”

“What’s that, Mistress?”

“Bring a few condoms,” said Mistress Sasha, with a small chuckle. Then She hung up. The lonely man in Milwaukee sat down. He began to think about some of the fantasies he had shared with the Los Angeles Goddess.

Mistress Sasha then called the Palmer House in Chicago. She pretended to be the secretary of Her Chicago admirer. She gave the hotel the name of Her Milwaukee friend, telling the reservationist both men were there for a business meeting and required separate rooms. Then She called Her Chicago friend back.

“It’s all set,” said Mistress Sasha. “I’ll call you in your room at the Palmer House Saturday. Bring a blindfold and some duct tape. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied the man. “Thank you”. He heard a slight giggle on the other end of the line. He was about to say something else when he heard Mistress Sasha hang up.

He was in his office in a suburb west of Chicago. He thought about what would be occuring Saturday. His cock began to fill and grow hard. He wondered if Mistress Sasha would embellish on his fantasy idea. He had suggested an activity he would like to enjoy in his room at the Palmer House. Would She expand on his fantasy?  The two men — one in Chicago, the other in Milwaukee — spent much of the rest of the week anticipating the weekend at the Palmer House.

Saturday soon arrived. At four in the afternoon a phone rang in the Los Angeles home of Mistress Sasha. She had company. She was entertaining two former Mistresses. They had both found wealthy submissive husbands, and no
longer played professionally. All three had been talking about Mistress Sasha’s plans for Her two male admirers in the Palmer House in Chicago that afternoon. Both had offered their Goddess friend some suggestions.

“What room are you in, Dear One?”, asked Mistress Sasha. She had not bothered to say “Hello”, or to ask who was calling. She knew who was calling.  She heard the nervous voice of Her Milwaukee admirer tell Her his room number. She wrote it down.

“I want you to take a shower, Dear One,” She said. “A long hot shower. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Goddess”, came the nervous reply.

“You are to remain naked,” She said. “At about ten to seven you will hear a knock on your door. You will walk to the door, open it just a crack, then you are to walk back to your bed and lie down on your back, and hold a pillow firmly over your face. You will hear someone enter your room. That person will lift up the phone and call me. That person will then hand you the phone. You are to use your other hand to continue holding the pillow over your face.  If I hear that you peeked, you’ll never have another session of any kind with your Goddess. Is that understood?” She heard the man croak out his agreement.

She made him repeat Her instructions back to Her. She had flipped on the speaker phone so Her two friends could hear the conversation. Then She hung up, and called Her Chicago admirer She knew would be waiting in another room
at the Palmer House. She heard his familiar voice. She smiled at Her two friends who sat near Her in Her Los Angeles living room. She had decided to change Her Chicago admirer’s fantasy a little. More than a little, really.

“Are you showered and naked, Dear One?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress”, came the reply.

“I want you to dress,” She continued.  “Completely. Is that understood?”

“Ahh … I thought we were going to..” stammered Her Chicago admirer.

“Never mind what you thought, Dear One,” She said in a calm voice. “Now dress.”

“Yes, Goddess.” The three women in Los Angeles listened, and heard the sounds of a bedspring creaking as the confused man put on his shoes and socks and other clothing. A few minutes they heard him say he was now dressed.

“Good,” said Mistress Sasha. “Now. In exactly a half  hour from now you are to take the elevator to the fifth floor and knock on the door to Room 507. The door will open slightly. You are to count to forty, then enter the room. You will see a naked man on the bed, on his back. He will be holding a pillow over his head. You are to walk over to the phone and call me for further instructions. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” came the response. She made him repeat Her instructions.

“Are you hard, Dear One?” She asked in a teasing tone.

“I was, Goddess,” said the man, with a sigh.

“I’ll bet you thought someone was going to come into your room and begin sucking your hard cock right about now, weren’t you?” She asked with a laugh.

“That was what we had talked about, Mistress,” he said.

“Well, if you’re a good boy in Room 507 I think I can arrange for that to happen,” She teased. “But you have to be a good boy for your Mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. “You’ve really surprised me this time.”

“What do you think you should do for your Goddess when you’re in Room 507, Dear One?” She asked. “Be creative. Give me some ideas.” The three women listened attentively as the man began to make some suggestions. When one of
the other women laughed loudly, Mistress Sasha explained that She was not the only one who would be enjoying what would be happening in Room 507 of the Palmer House half a continent away. Her two friends took the phone in turn,
and teased the man about what he was about to do in Room 507. Mistress Sasha took the phone back.

“Do you want to back out, Dear One?” She asked. “Are you going to disappoint me.”

“No, Mistress,” he replied. “It’s just that I’m a little surprised by how this has turned out.” He laughed nervously.

“Good,” said the beautiful Los Angeles Mistress. “Are you hard beneath your trousers, Dear One?”

“Yes, Goddess,” he replied.

“Call me when you reach Room 507, Dear One,” She ordered. “And stay hard.”

She hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. The three Los Angeles women broke out in peals of laughter. They told one another that they couldn’t think of a better thing to be doing at five o’clock on a Saturday
afternoon in California than to listen to two submissive naked hetrosexual admirers of Mistress Sasha play with one another under the direction of their Mistress. The three women talked some more, then began to watch the
phone. They could hardly wait for it to ring.

Two thousand miles away, Mistress Sasha’s Milwaukee admirer sat nervously on the edge of the bed in Room 507. He had taken one of the pillows out from the bedding and had placed it beside him. He glanced at his watch on the nightstand. It was eleven minutes before seven. He sat naked as he watched the door. He was not aroused. He was very nervous. Then he heard a soft knock. He stood up and walked to the door, and opened it a half inch or so. He walked to the bed. He eased back, and held the pillow over his head.

He wondered who would be entering. Mistress Sasha had only spoke of “that person.” Would it be another Mistress? Would it be a prostitute? Would it be another man? Suddenly Mistress Sasha’s Milwaukee admirer remembered a fantasy he had spoken with Her about while he was in Los Angeles a few months back, at their only in-person session. He felt blood begin to flow into his cock. He heard the door open, then close. He heard someone walking toward the bed where he lay naked. He felt his cock fill completely with hot blood. He knew the person who had entered had also watched him get hard. He heard the phone by the bed being dialed. Then he heard — just barely — the sound of Mistress Sasha’s voice on the other end of the phone line. Then he felt someone pressing the phone into one of his hands. He slipped the phone beneath the pillow and pressed it to one of his ears. He felt someone’s weight on the
bed, near his feet.

“I want you to tell me everything you feel, Dear One”, said Mistress Sasha.

(to be continued)