Colleen could already feel herself getting hot. Even though she wasn’t an innocent by any means, she wasn’t sure how to go about this, so she said, I don’t know how.
His reply came quickly. I’ve never carried on a long-distance relationship, either, especially one like this, but this is what I want. I want to tell you what to do, how to speak to me and about yourself, and what to do to yourself. You’ll do exactly what I tell you, and if you don’t, I will require you to punish yourself. And I will require evidence in the form of pictures.
Her skin was so heated that she felt she was glowing by the time she finished reading it.
I will require you to tell me if you speak badly of yourself or aren’t taking care of yourself. Those will be grounds for punishment. Do you understand?
Okay, she typed.
Is that acceptable to you? he asked.
She could hardly type Yes fast enough.
In general, punishments will be in the form of a pinch, hard enough to bruise. I’ll want pictures of those.
So she was going to have a sexting buddy, and a kinky one at that. Again, if she didn’t like it, it would be easy enough to stop.
Okay, she typed.
Shall we begin?
Colleen typed back, Yes, please.
Oh, so good. Are you in bed, princess?
She typed back, Yeah, I’m just lying down for the night.
You should be in bed before midnight. I told you at the Devilhouse to get enough sleep. You’re twenty minutes late, princess.
Yes, sir, she typed back.
And what do we get when we don’t take care of ourselves, princess?
Colleen bit her lip. She typed back, A pinch?
Yes, princess. That’s one. What colour are your sheets?
She smiled a little at his British spelling and imagined how he would pronounce it. She wrote, Pink.
And what colour are your pyjamas?
Oh, God. The cute Briticisms were like reading for her English Lit class in college, which she’d liked. Pink with lace.
Brilliant. I like it when you wear pretty things for me. Now, how was your day?
Colleen’s brain fumbled around, trying to decide what to say. Finally, she settled on, Eventful. I got a new job, and I’m not sure what my schedule is going to be for a few weeks.
It took a long time for Twist to reply, which wasn’t surprising because he probably had a lot of things to do that were more important than dirty DMing.
Colleen stared at her phone, waiting.
Finally, his message read, Is this new job an improvement?
Yes, at least I think so. It’s just a short-term gig until I can get something permanent. I was lucky to get it because I don’t have any skills or anything. They’re paying me way too much. I’m not worth that much.
She could almost hear his growl in his next message. You will speak well of yourself to me. That’s another pinch. Are you ready?
Her body had been blooming with anticipation ever since she’d seen his first message, and even though she was gentle when she touched herself between her legs, it was almost too much. With her other hand, she typed, Yes.
