This is what she told me in her PM.

I smiled.

She approached me first, which was nice. We discussed her interest in my writing, and I briefly mentioned it before she began to send photos. She was pretty, lithe, and very willing to be generous with her body shots.

Being who and what I am, I began instructing her on what to do and how. She obeyed. I asked, and she’d never really had a dom before but had been so very curious about it.

One morning, she PMed me to say she was playing hooky from work. Knowing a request for attention when I heard it, I asked her where she was and if I could be cliche and ask what she was wearing. She told me. She then showed me. I said I wanted to see more. She obliged with a huge smile on her face as she sent the photo.

Asking what she’d been doing, she told me she’d been reading erotic stories and feeling ‘horny.”

‘What should we do about that?” I asked.

“What do you want to do to me, Sir?” She asked back.

“Reach up and pinch that right nipple and twist until you gasp,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied. “Mmm…may I do the other one, please?”

“Yes, you may.” I allowed her.

She sent a photo this time of the action and her biting her lip.

“What now, Sir?” She asked.

“Do both of them at the same time,” I commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” When I told her to repeat it, she obeyed and did it once more.

“I’m so wet, Sir.” She commented.

“Well, I think I need to see that.” I knew I was pushing things a little since all she’d shown me so far were her beautiful breasts and nipples.

“I don’t know if I want to go that far, Sir.” She replied.

“I’ll keep torturing your nipples until you do so…” I told her. This was a turning point since she was torturing herself at my command. Would she feel the pressure to obey with such an ultimatum? It was entirely up to her.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do it.” She responded.

A photo came of her hand down her boy shorts.

“No, Kitten. I need to see how wet you are. You know that.” I pressed once more. Again, she could back down from it, and I would adapt or take what she was willing to give me. Dominance should always be consensual, and I knew she was aware of that.

“Sorry, Master.” She replied, and suddenly things shifted a little. I had never asked her to use the honorific. I prefer that they use it only when they genuinely feel it, but something about the stronger push or command had brought this out of her.

“Master, eh?” I asked.

“Yes, Master…is that okay?” She asked.

“Only if you mean it,” I answered.

“I do…just a sec.” She was quiet for a time.

The next photo showed her fully naked and very much in the process of being wet. We worked her and her “button” until she was begging to cum. I’d made it clear she had to, or I wouldn’t allow it. She did as told, and I finally allowed her.

“God, that was so hot and quick!” She observed.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m tempted to call you slut but some women don’t like that.” I responded.

“Well, it sounds pretty accurate, Master.” She laughed.

“I like this relationship, Kitten. Thank you for your obedience and generosity, ” I told her.

“Use me and enjoy me, Sir.” She told me.

I did, I have, and I plan to continue to do so. 🙂