Carlo managed to annoy me when I last spoke with him, so I refused his calls for over a month. My own form of tease and denial, heavy on the denial. Denial of my dulcet tones and wicked ways. The way ward boy had to do without. Poor Thing!

He has way too much time on his hands and way too much time to obsess about me and yearn for the sound of my voice. He used to call incessantly when I put him on phone restriction, thinking, perhaps that I would somehow not notice his number on caller I.D. I had to curtail that annoying behavior and told him if I ever got more than six calls from him in a day he would wait that many weeks for me to accept his calls. Or, I would simply block his number by calling the company that handles inmates pay phones. I don’t REALLY need the money and that makes it so much easier to fuck with my boys.

It is not like I am a phone dom  24/7.

I loved the whimper and the  simper in his voice when I did speak with him today. He was so unsure of himself and nervous. Anxious for the past six weeks, I am sure, wondering if I would ever take his calls again. It was a happy yet pensive little bitch I spoke with today and I am sure that tomorrow when he wakes up, the first thing he will notice is how sore his ass is from the whipping I instructed him to inflict in his cell. As if twenty to life was not enough!