Wrong Number
Story by sereneyeen on SoFurry
A middle-aged factory manager discovers a strange number on his phone he didn't remember saving. Stranger still, the number's been listed under the name "Mistress". Surely, calling this number will clear up his confusion, right?
Before you ask, yes I am still working on the next chapter of A Star is Transformed, but a whole lot of busyness with my schedule has prevented me from being able to focus on it, and I've gotten a bit of writers block for it. I decided to write this quick thing to get myself back on the writing train, something short and sweet and experimental. The idea is based off an RP I had with my girlfriend one night and I thought it was a fun TF trigger to explore more fully. Hopefully now that I got this out of my system, I'll be able to make progress on my main series. Hope you enjoy! And for those waiting for the next chapter of Star, hope this tides you over until then~ ;3
[The following call transcript was discovered three months ago following the disappearance of Lance Garvey, a middle manager at a clothing factory. Lance was 48 when he disappeared. He was white and of a tall, stocky build suggesting regular exercise. Lance was also married with one adult child. We still haven't shown them the recording log for fear of their further emotional distress after Lance's disappearance.]
[Based off GPS positioning, call metadata, and basic context clues, it seemed Lance was alone at the factory between 1:30am to 2am while the rest of his employees had already gone home. From what we know, it was around this time that he noticed a number he didn't remember setting in his phone's contact list.]
[This transcript has been left unedited. No tampering has been made to the contents of the call, no matter how strange it may sound.]
RING. RING.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello?
LANCE GARVEY: Hello, this is Lance Garvey. I'm calling because I found your number in my phone's contacts and I just want to confirm if we've met before or if this is a mistake, because I don't remember putting this number in at all.
UN: Of course we have, my dear.
LG: Huh, well that's strange because I don't recognize your voice. Also, your number is listed under the name “Mistress" and I don't recall anyone by that title. You're sure we've met?
UN: Why, yes, sweetheart. I'm your Mistress.
LG: I... don't understand. Can you give me a full name? Perhaps that will jog my memory.
UN: Hehe. Silly human. You haven't been given permission to call me by my full name.
LG: Wh-What?
UN: You haven't earned it, my sweet. But you can call me Mistress, dear. That is what I am to you, after all.
LG: Uhh... I'm sorry, this must be a wrong number. I'll just delete your number so we don't bother each other any lo—
UN: You'll do no such thing, my pet.
LG: I... I won't?
UN: Of course not, darling. Good girls obey their Mistress, after all. Don't you remember?
LG: I... I don't see what that has to with... What did you call me?
UN: There, there, you're just confused. No shame in that, dear. Would you like me to remind you of your place, sweetheart?
LG: I... Why am I so... confused? H-How do I know you?
UN: Aww, precious, you've always known me. There hasn't been a time where you weren't worshiping me, remember?
LG: R-Really?
UN: Oh, yes. Why else would talking to me make you so wet.
LG: I... Yeah, that makes sense... Mmmfff, why do I feel so... W-Wait! What about my wife? My daughter?
UN: Oh, my silly pet's more confused than I thought. What makes you think you have a wife and daughter?
LG: I—
UN: Did I ever give you permission to mate with anyone other than me?
LG: What?! N-No, Mistress!
UN: Did I ever give you permission to be bred?
LG: Of course not! Why would I be bred by anyone other than you??
UN: Mmmmm, you're remembering! Good girl!
LG: Ngh, I'm a... good girl?
UN: Oh, yes you are, yes you are!
LG: Huh... I-I remember. I remember you calling me a... nnaaahhh... a good girl.
UN: Of course you remember. You were made to worship me and all my glory. Your entire purpose is to serve your mistress and be a good girl.
LG: Ooohhhhh... Oh, Mistress. Grrr... Grrrrruff! My... My hands look different...?
UN: What hands? Those are your paws, remember?
LG: Ah, yeah. Hehe, I feel so silly. [a faint scratching noise is heard on Lance's end] Mmmrrrr, and these must be my claws! A-And my ears!
UN: Of course. Mmm, you're such a good girl.
LG: Nnnrrrghh— ARF! I am! I'm a good girl! Arf! Arf! Rrrrrruff!!
UN: Hehe, I love your little barks, puppy.
LG: Ruff! And I love squeezing my tits whenever you tease me like that~
UN: Mmm, I'm so glad you're remembering again, my pet. I can't wait for you to suckle my teats and drink from my delicious milk when you--
LG: Grrrrrfff... Uh, Mistress? What's this thing between my legs?
UN: Why, that's your pussy, dear. You remember your pussy, don't you?
LG: I— Of course I remember! It's just... it doesn't look like my pussy. Why is it... sticking out like that. I'm so, grrrrrrrr, so confused...
UN: Aww, my little girl's still having trouble remembering. Let Mistress help you through this. Use your paws just like I taught you, girl.
LG: O-Okay... Rrrfff... Ruff! Arrrrroooo...
UN: Yes, that's it. You feel it shrinking, pet?
LG: I... I do! I remember! My pussy! Oh, Mistress, it feels just like I remember it!
UN: Very good. What else do you feel?
LG: Nnnahhh... I... My butt is... wiggling?
UN: Why, that's your tail, dear. You've always wagged your tail when you got excited, right?
LG: Hehe, of course! How silly of me to forget!... Mmmmrrrr, I feel so... warm. Grruff! Feels so good! Ahhh!
UN: Of course you're warm, my darling. That's your fur. Mmm, I love how soft and fluffy it is.
LG: Nnnaahh, me toooo... Not to mention my heat.
UN: Hehe, when aren't you in heat, silly pet?
LG: Arf! Oh, Mistress! My, my cunt! It's so wet! So warm! I think... I'm almost...!
UN: That's it, girl. Cum for mommy. Soak up your leg fur in your delicious juices. I can't wait to slurp it all up with my tongue.
LG: I... I'm gonna... I gotta... AR— ARRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
[the sounds of heavy panting are heard for approximately 60 seconds]
LG: Ohhh... Oh, Mistress... Thank you for helping me remember my place~
UN: Of course, darling. Mistress makes sure to take great care of her pets.
LG: Rrrfff, ahh yeahh... Um, Mistress? Where am I? How did I get in this building?
UN: Oh, worry not about that, little puppy. Mistress is on her way to pick you up.
LG: Hehe, okay! Oh! This room is so cute! There's a bunch of photos in here of a bunch of humans. Mmmm, look at this one. There's a daddy human, a mommy human, and a... huh... Why do they look so... familiar?
UN: Aww, silly puppy, you don't remember?
LG: N-No...
UN: Why, those are going to be Mistress's next clients. I was thinking of getting us some new toys to bring home.
LG: Rrrruff! Oh, thank you, Mistress! I'd love some new brothers and sisters to play with! Heehee, and I bet they'll be real grateful to be worshiping you!
UN: Of course they will, sweetheart. Ah, will you look at that. My driver just parked outside your building. [faint sounds of satisfied meowing could be heard from the Unknown Number's end] Come, pet. Time to bring you back home.
LG: Arf! Yes, Mistress! I can't wait to go back home with you. I feel like I haven't touched you in ages!
UN: Hehehe, the feeling's mutual.
[The call ends here, with the presumably changed Lance having been taken to an unknown location. When police searched the premises for any signs of the missing father, all that was found was his phone, lying on the floor and coated in what appeared to be sexual fluids. Our forensic specialists have been hard at work trying to identify the cellular makeup of this material, as well as the strange hairs found clinging to the phone's touch screen. Furthermore, a look into the phone's contact list shows no trace of the perpetrator's number. Garvey's wife and daughter have been transported to a secure location, as we have reason to believe they're being targeted as this kidnapper's next victims. Little is still known about this unknown figure, but—]
[Ugh, forgot to silence my phone. This same damn restricted number's been calling me all week. *click* Hello? Who the hell is this?]
[Hello, my dear.]
[M... Ma'am? Do I know you?]
[Of course you do, sweetheart. I'm your Mistress, after all.]