I stared at my phone a moment longer, a small smile on my lips as I waited for those three little dots to turn into the phrase I so loved to hear from Señora.

“I love you, mi Perrito!”

Truth be told… I craved it. Señora didn’t know that, though, and if she did, I feared she would use it against me. The thought that it might be too early for us to be using that word… Love… It never crossed my mind.

The seconds ticked by as I waited, the sound of my boss’ heavy boots hitting the industrial carpet growing closer. Eventually those three little dots disappeared and I switched off my device, frowning as I quickly pulled a folder in front of me, doing my best to look absorbed in a water analysis report.

“Lucas.”

I turned to look at my boss, a burly man with dark, wavy hair and a full beard, filling my doorway. He was one of those people that you could tell took better care of themselves than I did of my most prized possession. His hulking, muscular frame eclipsed the narrow door frame, shoulders nearly touching on either side, a dark puff of chest hair peaking out from under his shirt where the top two buttons were undone. Compared to my scrawny physique, this man screamed peak masculinity. Envy and self loathing dribbled across my skin at the same time my plastic smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

“Mr. Valerius, what can I do for you?”

“Lucas, I need those water quality reports for the lower Carmel River A.S.A.P..”

“Yes sir. I am nearly finished with them. I’ll have them on your desk in 10 minutes.” Closing the bogus folder before me, I pulled up the Carmel River report on my screen.

“You can call me Pablo, Lucas, I’ve told you before I don’t stand on ceremony. Mr. Valerius makes me feel like an old man!” He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. I shrank under the assault, but never the less produced a satisfactory, good-natured chuckle.

“Sorry sir, eh… P-Pablo. I guess it’s just my old habits. My parents always taught me to be respectful to people. I’ll try harder.” Pablo just felt… Wrong. Calling people Mr., Ms., Mx. … It’s what I was taught to do. It was literally beaten into me by my father. ‘Mr. Turner!’ Never Dad or Papa or…

“I suppose I gotta face the music sooner or later eh?” Mr. Valerius gave my shoulder a hearty squeeze accompanied with a humorous sigh as he walked out of my office. “Carmel River! Soon as you can!” He called over his shoulder. I opened my mouth to respond in the affirmative, but he was already gone, calling out to someone else just down the hall.

I turned back to my work, staring blankly at the spreadsheet full of numbers and graphs. The three dots in my text thread with Señora were still fresh in my mind. She didn’t say it. She always said it. Well, maybe not always. It certainly wasn’t the first time she had forgotten. I imagined she most likely had been interrupted. Sure. That had happened before. Even so… As consolations went, it did little to soothe me. I knew she’d make up for it later, Señora had before, but still… Watching those three little dots blip out with nothing to show for it always made my anxiety flair up.

I fought back the tightness in my chest and tried to focus on work, shifting uncomfortably in my office chair. Flexing my posterior a bit, I finally found a position that settled the plug currently stuck inside me. It was a… A huge distraction, to say the least. But Señora had said it was time to train me. Up to this point in our relationship, we had stuck to mostly oral activities unless I had earned something more from her. I’d been inside her a handful of times since we started this… Exchange.

But when it came to her somewhat unusual anatomy, anything besides suckling the tip of her pleasure was far too big for me. I could tell it frustrated her. She clearly wanted more from me. I remembered the night of frank discussion vividly. I had been trepidatious about the idea from the moment Señora had brought it up. Even now, I was hesitant to take that step. But… We had a contract. And this type of activity fell well within the boundaries and limits I’d agreed to. I couldn’t really remember why I’d agreed to this… But I had. So Señora had come up with a plan. Every day, as of the beginning of this week, Señora required I wear a plug. I couldn’t take it out, except for the bathroom or to reapply lubricant. I had to go to sleep wearing it. Eating, exercising, work, hanging out with my friends, wherever I was, I had something inside me the whole time, the girth of it slowly stretching my body until I could accommodate her.

She’d shown me the complete set last Sunday, each one increasing in size until my eyes were as wide as saucers. I knew how big she was, of course; I’d held her shaft in my hands a number of times already. But there was something about seeing it visually represented by an object next to the one I could just barely fit inside me that was shocking… We’d started with the first size that night. As of my visit with her on Wednesday, I was now on the second size. There were still seven to go… It was just my luck I’d fall into a relationship with a domme who possessed a ridiculously large sex organ.

I still wasn’t sure how it was going to feel; I had never done anything sexual with my anus before. Señora however, had changed that. First it was fingers, then it was grinding the tip of her shaft against my hole. It wasn’t… bad, I had to admit. Of the times I was allowed to come to completion, the added sensation was… Nice. More than nice. It felt different, though, strange. Where my orgasm was usually centered in my balls and shaft, it shifted lower to whatever was between my cheeks, almost dissipating the intensity but at the same time making it more… intense. It was a confusing sensation. I wasn’t sure I loved it yet but I was at least sure I enjoyed it. I didn’t think I’d really know if I liked it until I could fit her inside me…

I wasn’t a large man, more on the scrawny and short side than anything. I’d never been athletic either and thanks to an overactive metabolism, gaining weight was a constant frustration. I was five foot five and still only weighed in at a hundred and twenty pounds. Señora didn’t mind, at least. She liked how I looked, thinking me small and cute. She liked that she could pick me up and hold me anyway she wanted, like she had last Sunday when…

I sighed, looking down at my hands on the keyboard, then glanced at the clock in the lower left corner of the screen. 11:43. It was going to be a long day. Refocusing on the job at hand, I got to work finishing the report Mr. Valerius had requested before I gave my new boss a chance to question my work ethic.

……

I finished the report, ate lunch, cleared my inbox and sat at my desk, contemplating my next move. It was 4:30. I could head home early, it being Friday and all. Work was ‘done’ for the day. I could go home and… Find something to do. I wasn’t scheduled to see Señora until Saturday night. That left me with my usual mundane options. I could already smell the pizza and feel the beer in my hand as I sat at my PC playing some game or another.

“Yo Lucas, what’s up, man?” My attention snapped up to Greg as he leaned against the leading edge of my office door, swaying back and forth on the hinges. “You expecting a call?” He quirked an eyebrow at my lap and I realized I had my phone in my hands. How long had I been staring at its blank screen?

“No I just… Not enough sleep last night, it’s nothing”

“Sucks man,” Lucas shrugged, “Well, hey, just wanted to ask if you feel like grabbing a slice tonight. I got this girl I’ve been workin on and she want’s to hang. But… She’s bringing her friend along. I need a wingman, bro.”

Oh no… I had to keep from letting my shoulders sag as I made a show of thinking about his offer. I hated double dates with Greg. They did nothing for me; I wasn’t looking for a girl like that. The problem was, though, I didn’t really have an excuse to say no. Not that I was good at saying no in the first place…

I shifted in my seat and was instantly reminded of the silicone plug wedged in my exit. A night out with an imitation dick in my ass. That wasn’t going to be…. Comfortable. Still, despite the discomfort, the idea did sound mildly exciting. That was a new feeling for me.

I made a show of thinking about it for a minute, pulling up my calendar on my display, until, my mind made up, I turned back to Greg.

“Y-yeah. Sure, man. I can come grab a slice, back you up.” I gave him a weak smile and held out my fist.

“Lucas, bro, you’re the best!” He gave me a fist bump and shot me double guns as he thanked me and headed back to his desk. I grinned, affected, and gunned back at him awkwardly, dropping my facade as soon as he was down the hall.

“Fuck me…” I said to no one, tossing my phone on the desk, screen dark. I just wanted Señora…

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