I lifted up my phone and turned to my stairs, I was so nervous I swear he must of been able to hear my heart beat, it was deafening to me.

I couldn’t look at the screen, I had no idea what face to make and didn’t want to see the face I was making.

“It’s alright Jonathan, I won’t make you do anything you are truly uncomfortable with. Oh yeah, what is your safe word?”

“My safe word? Erm, it’s...”

Shit I don’t have a safe word, I’ve never done this before. Shit, what is a good safe word?!!?!?!?!?!

“It’s...”

“If you are too embarrassed to tell me your safe word, it’s not a good one to use, how about you choose a new one?”

I nodded and relaxed a little, then asked shyly, “could you choose one for me Miguel?”

I heard a soft in take of breath through the phone and looked up to see Miguel’s dark eyes the sweetest I’d ever seen, “I would happily choose you a new safe word... How about tackle? Because I love to tackle you.”

I tripped on the stairs and landed heavily on my forearm, after my hiss of pain I heard him cry, “are you ok?”

Rubbing my arm with my free hand I replied, “I’m fine, I was just really happy to hear you enjoy tackling me.” I grinned into the camera, “I love it when you tackle me.”

“You go down with such sexy groans and moans, how could I not enjoy it?”

“Fuck, do you think anyone else has heard my sounds?”

A deep rich chuckle left Miguel’s lips, “I don’t think they would know what those sounds mean.”

With a relieved sigh I walked on up the stairs and turned down the little corridor to go into my room, when Miguel asked, “Oh wow, is that one of those new solar energy systems?”

The excitement in his voice matched my own when I had first seen it, “yes, it’s the first one I installed, its so cool. Would you like me to show you?”

“That is not what I want you to show me right now,” said Miguel with a laugh, then he hummed in thought and put his finger to his lips, “although a naked demonstration from you would be wonderful.”

“I would show you anytime.” I said softly.

Not wanting to meet his eyes I dropped my head and saw my chest had flushed bright red.

Shit! Is any part of me not blushing?

Why is my cock even harder?

“Keep going to get your toy, I want to see my little Kitty play.”

“Yes Miguel.” My feet felt lighter, I was getting into the swing of this sexy play.

Walking over to my bed side table, I grabbed the little butt plug out of the draw and lifted it up to show the camera.

Miguel’s eyes filled with mirth and he rocked back with laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s tiny!” Said Miguel through his laughter, “How do you expect to take mine when you use that for practise?!”

I looked at my little 3 inch butt plug and thought about Miguel’s at least 7 inch cock that I still haven’t seen fully erect, and gulped.

“I guess through practice?” I half asked and half stated.

A quizzical look passed through his eyes then his brows pinch together, and I asked, “did I say something wrong?”

“I’m wondering if I want to ask, ‘how you took other men, if you only had that small of a toy.’” Replied Miguel with a slight glare. “Nope, I don’t want to know about you and any other man. Your mine now and that’s all that matters.”

My hand trembled with excitement so much that I dropped my phone.

Scrambling to pick it up, I heard Miguel ask, “too much?”

“I’m yours? I didn’t hear that wrong right? I get to be yours?”

Softly Miguel answered with an indulgent smile, “yes your mine.”

I almost dropped my phone again, “I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“If you come here you can, and much more. But I’m 2 hours north of you.”

 “That’s too far,” I sighed, “I would fall asleep driving that far right now.”

“Then you’ll have to show me a good enough time now, that I come to the match early on Sunday and kiss you till your breathless.”

I smiled at the idea, “I’ll do my best for you.”

“I know you will Jonathan. Now, that is your toy, but you said you’re not clean, so where is your douche?”

“my my douche?” I stammered.

He can’t be serious, can he? I mean I’ve seen things about Doms making subs clean out in front of them or hold it in till they say, but he can’t mean... Please say he does.

I put my phone on the side table and stuck the suction cup at the bottom of my butt plug next to it, then pulled out my douche.

Again Miguel rocked with laughter, “it’s bigger than your butt plug.”

“It’s really not that small a butt plug.” I said defensively.

“OK ok, it’s not that small. Fill up your douche and crouch down on your floor in front of me.”

I shivered at the thought as I went to the ensuite bathroom and filled my tool with warm water. After I showed it to him, I knelt down on the floor with my body side on to the phone.