AI art by me…it really doesn’t fit per se but I was proud of this one I made yesterday. Her eyes and posture tell volumes!

Diane kept looking in the full-length mirror after her morning shower.

Even though she could clearly feel Sir’s handprints on her bottom, she couldn’t see a sign of them now.  She felt so naughty, wishing she had some marks to show for it.  Reaching a hand back, she started to rub but then wondered if she had permission.  This was a very new thought for her.  She had to ask permission for a lot of things now.  This was all by her own choice.  

She remembered he’d talked of morning offerings from submissives before but hadn’t required it of her yet.  He was all about doing what she felt comfortable doing for him.  It was an insidious, wicked thing to tell a submissive!  She sighed and grabbed her phone. Diane was going to need a power brick soon for it.

It took her several tries and positions, but she finally settled on a topless photo of herself.  He hadn’t seen that part of her yet, so it was an offering to him.  Diane wasn’t worried he’d like it or not.  She knew she had good breasts.

Before she lost her nerve, she texted a message to go with it:

Sir, my morning offering to you.  I’ve never done this before…ever.  I will also confess I am sad there are no marks from my spanking, Sir.  Proof I am a submissive…your submissive, Sir.  May I, please, have permission to touch myself to orgasm while remembering last night?

She sent it and worked on the other things she needed to get done before work. Only a few minutes later, she’d just chosen what underwear to wear that day. Diane realized she needed to go shopping for more sexy kinds. She should ask Sir his preferences.

Her phone vibrated.

Mmm…loved your offering and those gorgeous breasts.  Do those belong to me now?  As in, I say show me and you will show them to me in a photo or in person?

Diane felt a hot flush run through her.  His breasts?  She looked down at them.  The nipples were cheering to be annexed by Sir.  

Yes, Sir…they are yours now.  I trust you not to say Show Me when it might get me fired or arrested.  Please?  And what about the other part…may I…masturbate, Sir?

She had said the dirty word.  Diane wasn’t some churchy wallflower, and begging to touch herself was a misnomer.  There was a definite purpose to why she wanted to touch herself.

That depends.  Is your pussy mine as well?  The same rules apply.  Upskirt shots, even while at work…?  What say you, Sweet Dee?

Diane blew out a breath.  At work?  Upskirt?  That would mean she…oh, my.  Was he going to…?  One way to find out, and it was a foregone conclusion in her mind already.

I just figured my pussy was yours since you control my orgasms now, Sir.  Yes, I formally give it to you…under those new rules…I’m putting a lot of trust out here, Sir. 

That was okay to say, right?  It was a lot he was asking but it wasn’t like he didn’t see her pussy last night and in a very aroused condition.  The fact that he was strong enough to refuse to take her said something about him as a Dom.  She liked it.

You are, and I respect and cherish it.  For this purpose, you will no longer be allowed to wear panties or thongs, period.  I want you bare in case I want access.

She knew it!  Without hesitating, she returned the lacy panties she’d picked out.  Would he make her go braless, too?  He did own her breasts, after all.  That could be a problem at work, etc.  She sighed.

Yes, Sir. I will obey. With the addendum, can I beg permission to wear them when working out or for medical reasons like appointments?

He didn’t make her wait this time, thank heavens.

Agreed. I’m glad you understand the structure of needing to beg, not just ask for things now.  You may touch yourself, and when you come, always think “this is his…I am his.” over and over….for being so good this morning, keep going and try for a second orgasm—report when you’re done.

A second orgasm?  She’d never had one of those yet but had read about them.

Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  

It was becoming easier and easier to use the title and mean it. She liked the discipline and structure of her situation, which was further evidence of who and what she was. A part of her could now relax, knowing and no longer wondering.

She closed her eyes and remembered last night as she reached down to play with her…no, his pussy.

It hadn’t mattered that her bottom was still throbbing.  He’d commanded a kiss, and she didn’t want to do it from her knees.  She rose and straddled his lap like some kind of porn actress.  Feeling so brazen, she grinned as she leaned down and kissed him as hard as she knew how.

Sir didn’t seem surprised by it, but he sure welcomed it.  His tongue plunged into ravage hers, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt him claim her once more.  His hands had crept down, and he mercilessly squeezed her sore cheeks!

Diane moaned even louder.  She broke off the kiss.

“Is Sir pleased at what he did to me?” She whispered.

“Mmmhmm…very.” He growled softly.

His hands, his voice, her positon, Diane realized she was one second away from begging him to fuck her on the floor on the chair on the bed…all three?  What was he doing to her?  What was she doing to herself?

Sir’s hand came around and cupped her breast through her bra.  

“I can…” She began.

“No, Dee.  Not yet.  You will give those to me when you’re ready to do so.  You’re on the cusp of subspace right now and highly suggestible.  I can still…” He grinned as he pinched the nipple under his hand and twisted it a little.

Diane groaned this time.  It was a deep feeling of…of what?  Being taken advantage of?  No…she wanted this!  It was being ravaged or wrecked by him she was feeling, and it was terrific.

Her hips began to move of their own accord as she was trying to…hump him?  Maybe?  She didn’t know since this was all so new to her.

“Dee.  Stop it. Now.” He didn’t snap at her or raise his voice, but she knew he meant business.  Her bottom twinged in a way that it knew she’d be spanked again if she didn’t obey.

Diane stopped.  Her breathing was ragged as she panted.

“Now, Dee.  I told you no about an orgasm tonight.  Well, I wasn’t specific but I’m not going to fuck you or allow you to come without permission from this point on?  Understood?” He looked her in the eyes.

Suddenly, there was stillness, a calmness. The rest of the world went away, and there were only Sir’s eyes and his words. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She gulped. Am I to be punished again?”

He chuckled.  “Tempting, but not this time.  There will be harsh punishment if you try to top from the bottom again.  Topping from the bottom means…” 

“I know what it means, Sir.  I read about it, and…yes, I will likely do this again.  It’s…it’s just who I am.”  She grinned impishly at him.  “I will need training and taming, Sir.  Can you handle me?”

Sir laughed loudly now and spanked her bare right cheek once.  She yipped.

“Oh, you are a delight, Sweet Dee.  It’s like Sweet Tea, but it’s you.” He grinned.  “Sass is fine as long as you know you’ll be paying consequences.”

“More fun to tame me than keep me tame, Sir?” She smiled.

“Something like that, yes.  Thoughts?” He asked.

She paused to access them for him.  “I like what you’ve said, and I recognize I will test you sometimes.  It’s kind of in my nature, Sir.” She closed her eyes.  “Confession, Sir?”

“I’m listening.” He answered.

Diane had to keep her eyes closed, or she’d never say this.  “Please, Sir.  No matter how I might beg or sass or whatever?  Don’t give me a single inch.  Not a single. One.” Her voice was a whisper.

“Look at me, Dee.” He commanded.

Her eyes opened to see him staring intently into her eyes.  “I’ve heard you, the deep you.  Thank you for letting that out to me.  I will be reminding you of this a few times in the future.” His voice was soft but serious.

“I know, Sir.  I agree.”  She admitted.

“My hand won’t be enough.  A job for you by tomorrow night is to list a few things I can use to punish that naughty, sassy bottom that will make a longer impression.” He told her.

Her mind began to race.  “Yes, Sir.  I will do that.”

“There will also be some toys I’ll want you to start thinking about.  That can wait.” He shrugged.

She moaned and squirmed.  “Please, Sir?  A hint? Help out a girl?  Your girl?”  Diane loved the way that felt in her mouth.

“Hmm…you know what I just did to your nipple?” He asked.

She reached up to the tender spot.  “Yes, Sir.”

“You may look up ‘nipple clamps’ tonight or tomorrow or both.” He shrugged once more.

Diane felt her eyes widen.  Nipple clamps?

“I did warn you I was a sadist, right?” He grinned.

She slowly nodded.  “You did, Sir.  I never doubted it, but…thank you for the hint, I think.  I might not sleep well tonight now.” She softly laughed.

“I can guarantee it will be on your tummy for the first time.  Better learn to be able to sleep well that way.  A day you can sit comfortably is a day wasted to me.” His look was positively leering now.

Diane felt a blush suffuse her face.  “Yes, Sir.  I’ll remember that.”

“Oh, before I forget.” He held up the tiny thong she’d been wearing.  “I will keep this in my right pocket tomorrow at work and for the next few days.  You’ll see me look at you and pat my pocket.”

Diane gasped.  “No, Sir, please?  I’ll blush, I’ll squirm, everyone will know!”

“Too bad.  Either learn control or live with people seeing a difference in you.” He shrugged.  He liked to do that a lot.

“Difference?” She asked.

“We are opening the portal into your sexuality, Dee.  As we get deeper, as you go deeper?  It will change how you look, walk, talk, and deal with others.  It’s inevitable.  You’re going to get stares from men a lot more now as you wiggle that ass.” He spanked the left side this time.  How democratic!

“I do NOT wiggle my ass, Sir.” She told him.

“Didn’t before, but you will now.  Especially when you start having two or more orgasms a day…close in the future.” He shrugged once more.  Damn him!

“A day, Sir?” She whispered.

“At least.  I keep my submissives well-fed and well-sated.” He smiled and spanked both cheeks this time.

“Is Sir just going to spank me all over again?” She teased.

“Only if she begs me to do it.” He raised an eyebrow.

Diane swallowed her tongue.  She didn’t, but it felt like that when he cornered her that way.  A part of her started screaming for her to go ahead and beg him to spank her to tears again, please.  She enjoyed the feeling of him enjoying it, and the aftercare was…divine.

“I see the phrase right there…in your eyes.  Going to let it come out?” He challenged her.

In a whisper, she begged.  “Please, Sir?  Spank me again to tears? Please?”

“As you wish.” He told her and moved her into position.

Diane in the present moaned as she felt the orgasm approaching.  “This is his…I am his.” She groaned loudly and repeated it over and over as it got more intense.  Did saying it make it more intense?  Oh, God, it DID!  Evil, evil Dom!!  It also cemented her further as being his in her mind, body, and soul.  

She pictured him standing over her and watching her little performance.  His smile widening as she became more and more of a…slut for him!  Ohhh…yes, she saw his eyes blazing as she began to chant once more and even felt tears in her eyes as the second orgasm hit!  

Laying back onto the bed, Diane waited for her heart to calm down.  She giggled a little as she wondered how many calories an orgasm burns off.  There’s a workout tape to make, right?  “Coming to The Oldies!”  

Diane swore she could still feel sore as she slid into her car.  The whole pantiless situation was…was…exciting.  She could feel the air moving against her clit and it was awesome.  She walked into work with a spring in her step and, yes, probably a little ass wiggling, too.

“Look who got some.” Ruth teased her.  “Who was he?”

“I did not have sex, thank you.” Diane could tell her honestly.

“Right…oh, working the batteries then?” She asked.

“I prefer old-fashioned methods.” Diane winked at her and kept going.

The look of shock on Ruth’s face was priceless.  It was something Diane would have never said before!  Oh, Sir was changing her.

She tried very hard to concentrate for her first few classes. The students didn’t notice a thing, but she also didn’t move around very much. For one thing, she couldn’t help the feeling that college boys could inherently know when a woman had no panties! She was sure they knew somehow.  

Lunch came faster than anticipated, and her stomach felt a few butterflies.  She would see Sir again for the first time since last night.  He’d seen a lot more of her since then, and her nipples noted that point…heh…point.  Diane did some box breathing exercises to try to calm her heart.  It helped… a little.

In her mind, she’d been thinking about something and had almost decided what she wanted to do.  Diane wasn’t one for keeping secrets or things on the down-low.  Sir was right when he said her change would become apparent soon, if not already.  Ruth had noticed something different.

As she walked to the lunchroom, Diane made her decision and muttered under her breath.  “Fuck ‘em.”  She was not one to swear much at all.  Her mouth had been washed out when she was a girl.  She could still taste the soap because she’d said a bad word.  Dear Lord, she now felt she had to tell Sir this story which would mean…there’d be more soap in her future.

She walked into the room and saw her two friends beckoning her to come to their table.  It felt like high school with cliques, etc.  She smiled and waved but didn’t move in their direction.  Her eyes scanned the room.

“Hello, Dee.” A masculine voice said behind her.

She melted into a little puddle.  “Hello, Sir.” She turned to see him patting his right pocket.  

It had the desired effect.  Diane blushed a deep red and didn’t care who saw it.  “Sir, I’d like to sit with you during lunches from now on, please?  Is that okay?” She asked.

He looked surprised, and that thrilled her for some reason.  “Of course, Dee.  May I escort you?”

“Please, do, Sir?” She moved in the right spot and felt his hand on her lower back.

Her friends’ stares were like prickly laser beams as she walked past them with Sir’s hand on her lower back.  She’d just announced several things.  Ruth would be busy telling Carol all about their conversation this morning.  They’d be sure Sir had something to do with it.  They’d be right, but now how they’d think.

Sir led her to get food for them both.  He insisted on carrying one tray with both their food on it.  Diane thought it terrific!  It was like that scene in Pride & Prejudice where the whole room disappears except for Darcy and Elizabeth.  They sat together and began to eat a little bit.

“Sir, may we briefly discuss what toys you wished me to have?  I’m very curious.  Please, don’t leave me in suspense.” She begged and felt it.  It felt natural now.

“Well, we already talked about clamps.” He mentioned.

It took an act of will for Diane not to reach up to cover her nipples when he said that.  His eyes showed he’d seen it, and it amused him.  She smiled and shared the amusement with him.  Diane might as well, right?

…don’t worry…to be continued…having too much fun.