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Do I have to, Sir?  So soon? Melody couldn’t believe she was complaining.

Do as you’re told. He quickly replied.

She sighed and stood up.  Her legs were a little shaky.  The medium plug was so filling and so good, and so very… she made her feet move to the bathroom to remove it.  It was time, and Sir was right to hold her to account for it.  

Melody had been a little too enthusiastic earlier in her training and had cost them three days of her recovery time, as she had kept it in too long before training could begin again.  Sir had not been pleased, which meant Melody slept on her tummy for those nights after he was done with her.

She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head.  What had she become?  What was she becoming?  According to Sir, the list was growing and she reveled in each new title he gave her.

Plug is out, Sir.  She dutifully texted him.

Good Cunt. He replied.

Her pussy throbbed at a word she’d abhorred not two months earlier.  It was his latest one for her, and he had discussed it with her beforehand.  Sir didn’t just blurt these things out and expect her to love them.  Her loving, sadistic Dom was more than happy to make her complicit in her degradation as well as all the other things.

She hearted his reply and sent him a heart and kisses.  Melody was his Cunt, wasn’t she?  Looking up in the mirror, she nodded in affirmation.  Yes, she was and happily so.

His absence from her bottom was acutely felt as she returned to her desk to continue working.  She had switched her assignment a little, so she spent more days working online than in the office.  It made things a lot easier for her playtimes with Sir.  Melody was still recovering from a two-hour session they had done over FaceTime the day before.  

The things he’d done to her!  Well, she’d done to herself for him, but that line had been crossed long ago, and it was him doing it to her in a very real sense.  Oh, what a therapist would have to say about that?  Melody shook her head once more.

Her bra still rubbed her raw nipples too much, but she knew he liked it because she had already told him about it.  She could keep no secrets from him.  It didn’t matter how embarrassing or vulnerable they made her, she had to tell him.  It was his rule.  She lived by his rules.

Sir never interfered with her work.  He kept her on task when needed and urged her to do better.  Her bosses were pleased with her newfound enthusiasm and aggression.  What would they think if they knew it was because Melody knew she’d be paddled or spanked if she didn’t do as Sir told her?

She’d done some reading or research.  Many subs complained about how their Doms wanted to control every minute of every day in their lives.  Others complained of the incessant calls for their attention from the Dom.  Melody’s Sir wasn’t like that…not even close.  

He’d even explained it to her.

I do no more or less than what you want, Little One.  I’ve learned that if I listen with more than my ears, a submissive will tell me what they want and when.  They will set the schedule, the rules, and even the punishments.  You don’t swear anymore, do you?

It was true.

Melody had a potty mouth when Sir first came into her life.  He didn’t use such language much at all…very rarely.  As with all things, they had discussed it, and she knew what would happen to her if she used any of those words again.  It had happened five minutes after the warning.  They’d been on FaceTime.

“Melody.” His voice cracked with warning.

“Sir…” She whined a little.  Melody hadn’t felt such a clenching of her bottom and ice in her veins since she knew her father was about to spank her for something.  

“Now.  Go.” He told her.

She knew resisting or complaining would only make it worse.  He’d warned her about that, too.  She knew he meant it.  Failure to follow his rules would mean she didn’t respect him, love him, or want him to take her in hand.  She needed all of that!

Melody had trudged to the bathroom.

“First offense, just a drop on your index and onto your tongue.” He told her.

Melody grimaced but obeyed.  She was getting her mouth washed out with soap!  Sir admitted that it had been done to him once as a child, so he knew how effective it could be.  

When she hesitated, she heard his sharp command.  “Now.”

Her finger flew to her tongue, and it was so awful!  Immediately, she wanted to spit it out, but his voice stopped her.

“Swirl it around.” He told her.

She whimpered but obeyed.  Oh, this was horrible!  It was embarrassing, and…yes, it was effective.  She was vowing to herself to never, ever need this again…ever!

“Are you sorry for using bad words?” He asked.

She nodded, close to tears from the humiliation and the disappointment she knew he felt about her actions.  

“Next time, more soap and a spanking before you can wash it out, understood?” He asked.

She nodded fiercely.  It was as he had told her before.  She’d be spanked right now if she’d complained or hesitated any more than she had.  Melody knew it.

“You may wash it out now.” He told her.

No matter how much she washed her mouth out or gargled, the soap taste remained.  Since then, her tongue began to taste soap when she thought of saying a bad word.  In a way, she was the chief architect of her demise!

Melody kept asking herself and him what he was doing to her?  What was she becoming?  The answer was an embarrassing truth: she became what she always had wanted to be for a man and for a man to be for her.  She shuddered as she tried to concentrate on her work.  

There were two things he was for her.  The first one was the safer title: Dom.  She was his submissive down to her toenails.  There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she was meant to be a submissive for the right man.  It was just so natural now to enjoy kneeling to him, pleasing him, obeying him, and, yes, begging him for nearly every little thing.  He didn’t even need to make her or tell her to beg anymore.  She just…did it.

The other title was less safe.  It had scared her at first.  Melody pulled open the “toy drawer” as she thought of it.  There among the clamps, chains, vibrators, plugs, and lube was a small, silver, shiny collar.  It was a single strand of metal, but it held so much meaning now.  This was her slave collar.  He was her Master.

As usual, he’d been slow to initiate this change, but she could feel his interest and knew she was diving deeper and deeper into submission to where the line between submissive and slave was minuscule.  She’d used the title during one of their sessions because it had felt so right.  His deep growl of arousal and approval had sealed her fate.  He wanted her as slave as well as submissive.  She’d spoken the vow that very day.

It was a simple but powerful difference.  As a submissive, she had more say and input into decisions.  As his slave, she did what she was told when she was told and where she was told.  It could have been mindless, but he didn’t want her that way.  If he had, then she’d probably never gone into it.  Honestly, becoming his slave at the time had made her a better submissive for him, too.

True to Sir, he left it up to her when to put on the collar.  She was the one usually begging to put it on for him.  She begged to become his slave and no longer be able to tell him no.  It was…so very arousing to be truly owned.  Melody had confessed that she didn’t think she was strong enough to do it 24/7, but Sir pointed out how far she had come in just a few weeks.  He was right.  If he’d required it, she could try being his slave 24/7.

Oh, heck…she thought.

Master, may I put your collar on? She begged.

Heh, yes, you may little slut.  He replied.

She could hear his little chuckle at the needy, little slut sub begging to be collared for the rest of the day.

Do you have any meetings today?  He asked.

Melody grinned as she knew where this was going.

No, Master, I do not. She answered and waited for the command she hoped was coming.

Strip.  He sent her.

It was always just the one word.  It was never “take off your clothes” or “get naked.”  Being told to strip as a command was…much more dominating.

Yes, Master.  Picture or video proof? She grinned.  Melody was showing what he would call “initiative.”

Hmm…very good girl…video, of course…as I would like it.  He replied.

“Duh,” Melody said to the empty room.

She positioned her phone in the right spot and started recording the video.  Melody was getting pretty good at stripping for him and knew what he’d tell her to do and when at this point.  As she dropped her short skirt, she turned and bent far over so he could see all that belonged to him.  Staying in position a few seconds, she then spread her thighs as he would have commanded, so he’d be able to see his strip of her pubic hair as commanded.

Melody finished with her arms behind her back and arching backwards to accentuate her breasts.  She’d always been pleased with them, but now she was downright proud of them and how her thick nipples knew Master was watching as they perked up for him.

She sent it to him, sat down, and enjoyed the feel of the chair against her bare bottom.  It wasn’t as marked as she’d have liked from the day before, and that was also a new thing to accept.  Melody truly wanted to wear his marks every day. 

Back to work, little slave girl.  Set a timer for one hour of uninterrupted work.  If you look at the timer, you’ll need to add another hour.  If you don’t look and do your work like a good little cunt then I’ll let you edge for me. Who knows? I may let you come?  He sent her.

She sighed.  All of this command was predicated on her obedience and self-reporting if she looked at the timer.  She knew she wouldn’t because it would disappoint him so much, and Melody was striving to be the perfect sub/slave for him.

Melody also knew he would let her come.  Oh, she’d have to earn it! He loved making her beg to the point of tears and gibbering whimpers.  It reduced her to such a submissive state that the orgasm he gifted her would nearly knock her out!  She would feed him, and he would feed her, as it should be.

Yes, Master.  Thank you, Sir.  She sent and set the timer.  Melody went to work with gusto as she sat there, Master’s naked, happy slave girl.

…to be continued…