I just got off a call ten minutes ago. It was the first and hopefully only time I will have to be a marionette puppet. I’ll expound.
I get a call from the operator, Nina.
“Dane is looking for a twenty-something blonde girl with big breasts.”
“I can do that.”
Nina connects me with Dane. Dane has a raspy voice. He sounds like a smoker, but with a slightly high pitched voice. He speaks with a southern accent and speaks slowly, like a child sounding out syllables when reading Dr. Seuss.
“Hello Dane, I’m Trixie!” I speak with an enthusiastic tone. It’s my first call of the day, so I have no excuse to be jaded yet.
“Hey, Trixie, I was wondering if we could play out a fantasy together.”
“Sure honey, that’s what I’m here for.”
“Have you ever seen Mr. Rogers Neighborhood?”
“I have when I was a little girl. Yes.”
“Well I want you be a puppet, kind of like a puppet from the Land of Make Believe.”
“Wait. Like any puppet or an actual puppet from that show?”
“Any kind of puppet, but I want you to have strings so I can do what I want with you.”
“I can do that.”
“Ok, so let’s begin.”
“Hello Dane, my name is Ms. Pennyfeather, how are you?”
“Hello Ms. Pennyfeather. I see you’re not married, are you?”
“No! I haven’t met the right man yet. I am too busy teaching children how to read and sing songs!”
At this point I can hear him groaning. This is borderline creepy, but the line between pervert and ridiculous fetish is gray, yet fine. If he starts talking about fucking one of Ms. ‘Pennyfeather the Puppet’s’ students, we’re going to have problems.
“Can I hold your strings, Ms. Pennyfeather?”
“Why yes you can, Dane. Please. I need a puppeteer so I can teach people how to read and behave themselves.”
“You have to sit on my lap, Ms. Pennyfeather. Sit on my lap so I can hold your strings better.”
“Oh thank you, Dane. Thank you so much for controlling me.”
“I’m holding your strings now, and you’re going to rub your puppet pussy, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes, Dane. It feels so good when you manipulate my strings like that and make me touch my puppet pussy.”
Dane is getting very into this as well. I can hear him stroking his dick. What’s funny is that when he masturbates, he squeaks like a dolphin using echolocation. I am in the zone though, and even though this call is creepy, I have a job to do.
“Do you like me holding your strings and making you touch your pussy? You like it don’t you, Ms. Pennyfeather?”
“I do! It feels so good and soft. My skin feels like a new carpet. I get really hot when you hold my strings. I can even feel your cock getting hard as I sit on your lap, while you hold my strings.”
“Pull my cock out.”
“You have to do it for me, Dane. You control my strings. You have to pull the cock out.”
Dane was moaning from this line, and I thought it was quite clever on my part.
“I’m going to make you take my cock out and then I’m going to put your puppet ass on it and make you ride on my lap, Ms. Pennyfeather.”
“Oh that feels so good. I can’t stop you either because you’re in control over my puppet strings, and there’s nothing I can do. I am powerless, Dane!”
*Note to future phone sex operators. When you’re strapped for ideas, a little rape never hurts.*
“My puppet ass is gripping that cock and I am just milking you off, now, right Dane?”
“Oh that feels so good, Ms. Pennyfeather. Oh my god. Oh my god.”
Dane is getting closer and closer. He sounds like he’s having a good time with a muppet/marionette creature thing riding his cock.
“That cock is so big and filling up my tight ass perfectly, Dane.”
“Oh Ms. Pennyfeather! OHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh”
*click*
Dane comes and then hangs up. Another job well done, if I do say so myself. This was the first time I ever had to be a puppet. And I thought nothing surprised me anymore.