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Melody stared at the small item.  It looked so harmless yet was so very, very wicked!  She sighed as she applied the lubrication to it, then used the leftover to reach around and rim herself.

Tease your ass for me first, Babygirl.  He had commanded.

She obeyed and felt the tingling hunger of wanting her hole plugged by either this item or his cock.  This was very strange, considering he was over fifteen hours away by car.  

Melody had some experience with Doms and even with online Dom/sub dynamics, but she’d never had anything remotely like this with him.  He was three things rolled into one for her.  Sir/Daddy, and lately, he has also been Master for her.  

It was her second day of anal training and like the foolish, needy, greedy anal slut she was, she’d begged to do her hour during a meeting.  It was because she knew it would please him to think of her shaking and clenching from her pussy to her little hole and back while having to be attentive and interact with others.

She’d been right, and Sir had LOVED the idea.

Here she was, ten minutes from the meeting, about to do this to herself as if it were him and the damned thing was it felt like it was his hand teasing her now and then….OH GOD.  She whimpered softly as a large part of the glass plug passed her sphincter.  He would have loved hearing that, she thought.  Sigh, she’d tell him about it later.  

Melody began to think of this training as a battle of wills.  It wasn’t so much her will against Sir’s because she’d lost that battle a while ago when she’d honestly begged him to…she still shivered to remember it.  When she’d begged him to “break her to his will.”  He had…she became someone else on the other side of that session.

She’d done some anal before and enoyed it but Sir adored plugs and what he adored she would do for him.  The truth was she loved them, too.  She tried to stroll to the conference room.  Melody blessed Sir once more in her head for allowing her to wear panties when training. 

Allowed?  Who was she anymore?  It had been her who had…once again…begged him to never wear panties again without express permission.  It had been so…sexy and freeing the three days he’d had her go without.  It had only been for one day, but she’d pleaded to keep going.  After the third day, he just asked her if she wished to beg to be bare for him most of the time.

She’d been thrilled he offered it to her!  What if her colleagues, especially the guys, knew she’d been going commando for the past three weeks at work?  At least she never worried about panty-lines now.  Nor would she once the order of thongs she’d made came in next week.  Yeah, he’d switched her to those, too.  

The profoundly moving, passionately powerful thing about how he did it was how he made her an accomplice in her degradation and sublimation.  She did most of this to herself, and he would make her admit it on occasion, which always made her so incredibly wet.

She’d gone from a very competent, articulate, even intimidating woman to a several different flavors of slut for him in a matter of days after they’d begun the dynamic.  He never gave her an inch.  This was her fault because she’d warned him never to give her an inch or wiggle room early on.  She needed to be slammed up against the wall and fucked without mercy…ahem…in a metaphorical sense, of course.  Who was she kidding?  

Sitting down carefully, she felt the plug enter further, and her muscles began to lock up.  She wasn’t supposed to text Sir during this, but…she got out her laptop and quickly accessed their chat site.

Sir, I know, I know, but I need you. I’m shaking so badly.  She sent.

He was quick to reply.  Something she loved about him was his attention to her.

It’s OK, Baby.  I wondered if you’d be able to do this by yourself.  Just be careful.  He answered.

I will.  Thank you, Sir.  Thank you so much.  

She sent and felt the embarrassment once more of sounding like a teenage fangirl with him.  It was how she felt; he’d trained her to be honest with him.  The embarrassment was part of the arousal, he’d told her.  Damn him, but he was right!  He usually was.

The meeting began, and Melody kept track of what was going on in case she needed to respond to a question. It was very difficult, as the plug was battling with her body’s will. She quickly flipped over to the chat tab.

It aches, Sir!  It wants to come out.  

Too bad.  It stays.  I decided if and when it comes out.  

If?  She shuddered at the dominance in his words and tone.  She’d heard his voice before, and it only made it worse.  Why couldn’t Sir be a tenor with a high voice?  No, he had a low, profoundly sexy voice!

Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir…that helps.  

And it did.  Melody silently told her body that Master wouldn’t allow it to come out and deal with it.  The ache softened a little in response.  Biology seemed to kneel to Master, too.

A minute later, she realized she was rocking back and forth slightly because the feel of the plug moving in her was pleasant and turning her on further.  Her nipples now ached which made her ass speak up once more!  

She needed him again.  Such a needy, little anal slut, she was!

Sir, I was rocking back and forth, and now it’s aching again!

Lol.  It’s because you’re loving having it in there for me and want to be fucked.  Well, bounce three times and each time silently think “fuck my ass, Master.”  

Melody nearly gasped out loud at his command.  He always prefaced a request with “asking”; otherwise, everything else was a command.  This had been one of the results of him breaking her to his will.  She’d accepted it and…God help her…craved it.

Yes, Sir… Her three dots showed him she was sort of whimpering at his command.  She knew he heard it and reveled in it.  For a moment, she concentrated on the Cursing emoji.  She was no longer allowed to curse out loud.  She got soaped once for it and never again, thank you!  He did allow her to think of the emoji, which was a kindness.

Melody had initially told him she wasn’t strong enough to do a 24/7 M/s dynamic.  He hadn’t argued but just waited.  Her terrifying truth was that she knew she could if he required or asked it of her.  She also needed Daddy’s comfort and lap when coming down from the shakes or subspace.  Sir was like her first kiss.  Sir was always there for her.

He’d joked about being a Trinity for her.  He was godlike to her in many ways, and she’d told him so before.  For all of it, he was still sweet, kind, and even romantic to a Hallmark level sometimes.  Melody was in love with her Dom/Daddy/Master and knew it.  He knew she was, too.  Yes, she’d told him.  He told her he felt the same, which made her glow so much she’d expected to fill the dark bedroom with light!

She bounced.  Fuck me, Master.  She thought and nearly groaned out loud.  It felt so wicked, naughty, and deeply fulfilling to her dark places.

She did it again.

After the third one, she had to pause and take deep breaths because she’d nearly orgasmed in the middle of a board meeting!  Melody had never mastered the art of coming quietly.  

Done, Master.  She was feeling very submissive now.

Did you like it? 

Maybe…

He knew her “maybes” were just yes that she was too shy or scared to admit.  He’d started not to allow her the out.  Sure enough…

No, you will tell me if you liked it and now, if you wish more, you will have to beg me to fuck your ass again.  

She felt his glare from just the words.  It hadn’t been that bad not to answer, had it?  She sighed.  It had not been in her mind to bounce again, but now that he’d said it, she could think of nothing else!  He knew it, too!!  Curse Emoji.

Melody was beginning to learn that trying to resist only made things worse because he was very patient and could wait her out.

I liked it a lot, Sir.  Please, please…please will you fuck my ass again, Master?  Please?  She felt her heartbeat in her chest from the flood of arousal and humiliation at having to beg for such an intimate thing.

You may…four times now.  Thinking “my hole is Sir’s. My ass is Master’s” each time.

Ohhh, her pussy clenched so tight as she read her commands from him and then her ass did and then and then…she began to bounce and obey to shut them all up!

The first bounce and phrase hit her hard, but knowing three more were coming made it even more intense.

She made it…somehow…through all four and had come dangerously close to an orgasm!  

“Are you all right?” Her girlfriend from the same department whispered to her.  “Your face is all flushed.  Do you have a fever?”

Melody almost laughed.  I got a fever for more ass fuck.  The voice of Christopher Walken from the old SNL skit came to her mind.  “I don’t think I do, but it could be.” She whispered back and firmly held the picture of that emoji in her mind for a few seconds.  

Finally, the meeting was over, and she rushed out. Entering the stall of the nearest restroom, she reported everything to him, including the whimpering part.

Master was very pleased and very proud of her.  He was rather effusive in telling her this, filling her to the brim with the need for praise and strokes from him.  He was so good at doing that for her.  Sir made no mystery of it that it was on purpose:  “When I reward you, then I reward myself, Little Girl.”

It was so authentic because now she had some evil thoughts of how to show him the proper respect and worship he was owed for doing this to her, with her.  She’d get a hotdog at lunch.  It seemed very appropriate since she was about to beg to kneel at his feet and suck him very dry.  She knew she was getting better at describing her blow jobs for him.  

As she would later text and feel him deep in her throat so she couldn’t breathe, she’d feel his ultimate dominance of her and prayed it translated to him, too.  He was…her Master, her Sir, and her Daddy.  Her Unholy Trinity of Passion, Lust, Sex, Love, and being Dominated.