AI art by me.

They were just words!

Yet, they made her frame shake and her breathing ragged.  He always had this effect on her, and he knew it.  Of course, he knew it.  Vera confessed it to him, as with everything else.  He didn’t require it of her exactly, but she knew she owed it to him.  To her Dominant, to her Sir, to a man who had awoken something in her she never thought she’d know.  

Vera giggled a little at the thought.  “To know I can be a man’s slut.”

For slut she truly was for him.  Sir had been good to explain it to her early on that, since she’d learned her new sexual appetites and kinks, it was up to her to decide if she was just a slut or a slut only for certain people, like him.  She’d loved that and knew it was true.

She had felt a slight temptation when the other person, claiming to be a Dom, wanted a picture of her pussy after only two days of chatting, but it hadn’t felt right, and she’d ask her Sir what his opinion on it was.  This was when he’d explained about how she was going to define herself.

“There are quite a few who share such photos with strangers easily, and that is their choice.  Some choose only to be that way for their Doms or Daddys.” He’d told her. It was true.  She’d looked around on FetLife about it, and there were many memes and messages about I may be a slut, but I’m only a slut for Him.  

Vera knelt, naked, still trembling as she read the instructions once more from Sir.  He was quite clear on how to use the lube and how much to use.  She’d never done anything like this before.  It was so unreal to have him buy these plugs for her when she’d planned to do it herself.  He’d insisted, saying he was the Dom and it was his responsibility.  It also made her so incredibly wet when the mail had come to the door, and she knew what it was!

She wrote to him that she was doing it.  Taking a deep breath, she applied the lube that he had also bought to her “tight, little hole” as he’d called it.  Vera moaned softly as she moved her finger around to make the passage easier.  She applied it to the bulbous plug, then reached around to push it into its spot.

Oh GOD.  She moaned deeply as it slipped slowly in and filled her.  Vera had experienced anal sex once in her life and had not enjoyed it, but this was different.  She wasn’t really sure why, except that it pleased Sir.  Sir, who was several hundred miles away, was in the room with her as surely as if it were his thumb pushing the plug further.

Her pussy clenched.  He’d taught her that was the word for it.  It clenched hard, and she typed with shaking fingers.

“It’s in, Sir.”

She waited and saw he was typing…

“How is it?” He asked.

She gasped softly as she moved closer to the keyboard and felt the plug shift inside of her!  Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feeling of being…well…his slut.  She knew this pleased him both by her obedience and by claiming her ass as his for sure now.  

“It’s wonderful, Sir.  I love it!  I really do.”  She replied.

“Good girl.  That’s my good slut.” He sent a heart with it.

Hers swelled to see the praise, the words, and the heart.

He went on, “Is it too tight or too loose?”

Sir had sent two sets of three plugs.  There were the bulbous ones in small, medium, and large.  There were the longer, more conical ones that he’d explain were curved at the end to be easier to wear under clothes.  It didn’t bother her at all that he knew so much or had trained other submissives before.  Vera was glad of his experience.

Vera wiggled a little and sat back a bit.

“Well, it’s feeling quite nice but not stretching at all.  Should I try the next size up, Sir?” She asked.

“That’s up to you, good girl.” He replied.

Sir was always clear she had her say and her consent.  He’d not done a thing or asked a thing she hadn’t cleared the way before it happened.  Vera appreciated his patience with her.  She also knew he’d like her to be a little uncomfortable.  Sir was very much a sadist and had taught her she was a submissive masochist for him.  

“I’ll go to medium if it would please you to stretch me further because you enjoy what it will do to me, Sir.” She answered him.

“Very, very, very good girl.” He responded.

Her body flushed with heat, cold, shudders, and pleasure to have made him happy.  She followed the instructions once more after having taken out the first one.

DEAR GOD.  She groaned as the bigger one went into her and bowed her head to the screen, to him, as her pussy clenched even harder and longer.

“Please, Sir.” She begged.  “Please, it feels so good, but now my pussy is so empty.  Please, please, may I come?”

“You know the rules.” He replied.

She nodded to the empty room.  “I do, Sir.  I do.  I will edge until I can’t stand it, then beg aloud as I am fucked by you.  I will call out to you and thank you for the orgasm!”

This had been one of her first lessons as his submissive.  Vera hadn’t had an orgasm like it produced that evening in her lifetime.  He’d allowed her two more after she begged and nearly wept for more.  She’d slept so soundly that night.

“See that you follow the rules, Slut.  Oh, I’m not feeling gentle tonight either.” Sir added a devil face.

Vera picked up the vibrator and teased her clit with it until tears pricked her eyes.  She begged aloud in the room.  Vera even did it three times since Sir enjoyed things in threes.  She plunged it in and was not gentle.  Sir was not gentle.  He took her.  He claimed her from the front and back at the same time.  Two holes now belonged to him!  She was so happy to give them to him.

Vera thanked him through text for her orgasm, but was still needy.  She eyed the wooden spoon she’d used on herself before.  

“Sir, please, may I get paddled?  I think I shall come again if I am paddled now.  Please?” She begged.  Her fingers shook.

She held her breath for the two words she wanted to see.

“You may.” He answered.

Vera kept the plug and vibrator in place and got a strong paddling on her bare ass.  Sure enough, after ten swats or so, she could feel it coming, but…she didn’t have permission yet!  Oh, no!

“You may come if you get there.” He typed.

She blessed him for knowing what she needed and when.  With the sound of the wooden spoon smacking her flesh, she went rigid with a hard orgasm followed by a quick second one.

Vera dropped the spoon.  She was panting, sweating, and almost hyperventilating.  

She just typed over and over.  “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.”

“Mmmm….you’ve pleased me so very much, sweet slut.” He replied.  “Such a good girl for me.”

She giggled.  Vera had an adult daughter and son who would be so very scandalized to find their mother naked, well-fucked, and well-paddled on the floor of her bedroom.  She felt the afterglow she’d always heard about.

“I’ll always be your good girl, Sir.  I am very happy to be your slut.  This slut has been well claimed indeed.” She typed.

“Time for you to go to bed now, young lady.” He told her.

She frowned, but she wouldn’t disobey, even if he wouldn’t even really know.  He was right.  It was late.

“Yes, Sir.” She responded.

“Good girl.” He sent it back.

Sir had told her that her obedience was just as arousing to him as anything of the sexual stuff.  Vera understood because being asked to be obedient and being commanded to do all this definitely aroused her.

Vera still had her morning ritual of nipple play, edging, and now plug training, so she had much to look forward to in the morning.  He’d made her go a full day without any touching or orgasms until she could show she’d be obedient to only following when he allowed her to touch and to come.  It had been really hard, but she’d done it.  She was his good girl.