Deep, measured breaths fled my lips as I settled into my plush chair, the click of my headset snapping me into focus. Another night, another chance to bring ecstasy to the masses, one call at a time. I was Cyn, your queen of phone sex – and tonight was going to be extra special.

My eyes glided over the blinking lights of my teledildonic control panel, a futuristic wonder that let me remotely command the toys of my callers. With a smirk, I selected the first number to pop up and leaned back, my voice a velvet purr. “Welcome to Sinful Nights, I’m Cyn. How may I serve you tonight?”

“Hi Cyn, I’m Mike. Been craving your touch all day,” came the reply, his voice already breaking with desire. I could picture him, fumbling to unclip the little silver bullet from his cock ring. Time to put on a show.

“Mmmm, I can tell you’re eager for me. Go ahead and put the bullet in place, Mike. Let me feel how badly you want it.” I commanded, my finger hovering over the control. His breathy moan filled my ear as I slowly cranked up the vibrations. “Ohh fuck, Cyn…so good…”

“That’s it, baby. Let my vibrations course through you. I want you to remember the feeling of my voice, my touch, even when we’re apart.” I coaxed him higher, varying the speed and pattern until he was gasping and twitching. “You’re such a good boy, so responsive. Don’t you dare cum yet though. Not until I allow it.”

I kept him hanging on the edge, my voice painting dirty pictures and my tech stoking his pleasure higher and higher, until he was ready to burst. “Okay Mike, I want you to cum for me now. Right now!” His shout of release was music to my ears as I milked him to completion. “Mmmm, good boy. You may rest now. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

I leaned back with a satisfied smile, pulling up the next call. It was going to be a long, delicious night of teledildonic domination. Just how I liked it.