Politics, sex and religion

My Master is of the opinion that the way to foil all these bogus pollsters who are calling us up with phone surveys on a daily basis is to lie like a rug to them.   I have trouble with this.  People ask me questions, I either hang up on them or I give the real answers.

Well, last night I got another call from a "pollster" (most of them are not real polls- they are sneakily try to sway your opinion with their loaded questions).   I started answering questions, and Master came up to me and commanded "Lie to them".    He stuck his hand into my jeans.  I gasped a little.

 I started making up stuff,  wild stories of political conservatism or middle of the roadness.   Why, yes, I'm thinking of voting for Romney; yes I like Paul Ryan (gag).   Ethnicity?  Why, I'm Hispanic (I'm not).  Religion?  Conservative fundamentalist?  No, I'm Wiccan. (I'm not)    I left just enough truth in there to be completely nonsensical.  Sure, I think Obama is doing a good job.  Last election, I voted for Ralph Nadar.  (I didn't) Now I think the country is going to hell. 

His finger was in my cunt, and he commanded me to cum.  I did, as quietly as I could.

From the phone:  "Ehem.  What do you think of Joe Biden?" 

"Oh, I hate him".     "Aaaah, Ow!"  He had pinched a nipple.

"Who will you vote for- Tommy Thompson or Tammy Baldwin?"

I asked Master "Who do we like?"   He said Thompson.

Speaking into the phone again I say:  "My husband says we like Tommy Thompson".

The polling lady laughed.  She sounds Southern, and is probably familiar with a few ladies a little older than me whose politics is dictated by the male head of household. 

He's made me drip right through my jeans now, and makes me cum again.  I don't think I'm all that quiet.  

She thanked me for my participation and I hung up.   Master said he hoped I was having fun since he wasn't going to beat or fuck me at all that night. 

It brings a new meaning to the term phone harassment.