“Sure! Can’t wait for next time 🍆💦” The text stared back at me from the screen, and I blinked once, twice, as if that would somehow change the words. My stomach flipped, heat rushing to my cheeks and between my legs all at once. What the fuck? Then it hit me. I quickly scrolled up to my previous message, and there it was, plain as day: “Thanks for last night. You know, we should try more pegging, it really suits you.” My phone had autocorrected “begging” to “pegging.” Fantastic. I groaned, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. How the hell had I not noticed that before hitting send? But then, my mind caught on something else—his response. Was he… into it? His reply had been casual, almost eager, like he hadn’t missed a beat. I bit my lip, my pulse quickening as my mind began to race. The night before had been electric. Him, spread out on my bed, his body trembling as I teased him mercilessly. His whimpers, his pleas, the way he’d looked at me like I held the key to his entire universe. It had been intoxicating, the way he gave himself over to me so completely. And now… now I couldn’t stop imagining him like that again, but this time—oh god—this time with me in control in a whole new way. I felt my breath hitch, my thighs pressing together as I replayed the thought in my head. The idea of pegging him hadn’t even crossed my mind before this moment, but now? It was all I could think about. _ It had started innocently enough—if you could call texting a guy I’d been casually hooking up with at 1 a.m. “innocent.” He’d been out with friends, and I’d been lying in bed, scrolling through my phone, when a message from him popped up. “Thinking about last night,” he’d written, followed by a string of emojis that left no room for interpretation. I’d smirked, typing back, “Oh? What part?” The response came almost immediately. “All of it. But especially the way you made me beg.” My stomach had clenched at that, heat pooling low in my belly. He’d been so fucking good last night, so responsive to every touch, every word. The way he’d looked up at me, his eyes wide and pleading, his chest flushed and heaving—it had been almost too much. So, I’d teased him. “You’re such a good boy when you beg. I think you should do it more often.” He’d replied with a single word: “Please.” And just like that, I’d been hooked. _ Now, sitting on my couch with his latest text burning a hole in my screen, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of cosmic sign. I’d always been the one in control, but this… this was different. This was uncharted territory. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Maybe he’d just misunderstood. Maybe he hadn’t even realized what I’d actually meant to say. But then, another text came through. “When’s next time, by the way? I’m already counting down the seconds.” I stared at the message, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no mistaking it now—he was into it. I hesitated for only a moment before typing back, “Friday night. My place. Be ready.” His response was almost immediate. “Yes, ma’am.” _ The next two days passed in a blur of anticipation and nerves. I spent hours researching, watching videos, reading articles, trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to do this. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. There was something about the idea of taking control in such a visceral, intimate way that had me practically buzzing with energy. By the time Friday rolled around, I was a bundle of nervous energy. I’d dressed carefully, choosing a black lace bra and matching panties, a pair of thigh-high stockings, and a sheer robe that left just enough to the imagination. I wanted to look the part, to make it clear from the moment he walked in the door that I was in charge. When the knock finally came, I took a deep breath, smoothing my hair and adjusting my robe before opening the door. He stood there, looking as nervous as I felt. His eyes raked over me, and I saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Hey,” he said, his voice soft, almost shy. “Hi,” I replied, stepping aside to let him in. He hesitated for a moment before stepping past me, and I closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. “So,” I said, turning to face him, “you’re sure about this?” He nodded, his eyes wide and earnest. “Yes, ma’am.” The way he said it, so quietly, so reverently, sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped closer, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “Good boy.” He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he looked back at me. “I… I want to make you happy.” “You will,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Now, strip.” His hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor. His pants followed quickly after, and soon he was standing before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. I let my eyes roam over him, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands clenched at his sides. He was so vulnerable, so open, and it only made me want him more. “On the bed,” I said, gesturing toward the bedroom. “On your back.” He obeyed without hesitation, and I followed him into the room, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached the bed, I climbed onto it, straddling his thighs as I leaned down to kiss him. His lips were soft, yielding, and I could feel the way he melted under me. “You’re mine tonight,” I whispered against his lips. “All mine.” He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yours.” _ The scene unfolded slowly, each moment building on the last. I teased him, my hands roaming over his body, my lips trailing kisses down his chest, his stomach, until I reached the waistband of his briefs. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his as I hooked my fingers into the fabric and pulled them down, freeing his cock. He was already hard, his length straining against his stomach, and I couldn’t help but smile. “So eager,” I murmured, running a finger along the length of him. He gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away and reaching for the straps of the harness I’d laid out earlier. I’d chosen a sleek black one, the dildo a deep purple, the color standing out starkly against the black leather. He watched me with wide eyes as I strapped it on, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Ready?” I asked, my voice soft but firm. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please.” It was all the encouragement I needed. I moved between his legs, my hands gripping his hips as I positioned myself. And then, slowly, I pushed into him. His body tensed, his breath hitching, and I paused, waiting for him to adjust. When he relaxed, I continued, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside him. “Oh my god,” he moaned, his hands gripping the sheets. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as I began to move. _ “Do you like that?” I whispered, pressing deeper. He nodded, his face flushed, his eyes hooded with pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white with tension, as he tilted his hips to meet my thrusts. “Do you like it when I take control?” I rolled my hips slowly, deliberately, feeling him tense and relax around me. “Yes, ma’am,” he gasped, his voice breaking on the last word. I smirked, my hand sliding up his chest to grip his throat lightly. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Good boy,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. His lips were soft, needy, and I could feel the way he surrendered to me completely. It was intoxicating, the way he gave himself over to me, the way he trusted me to take him apart piece by piece. “Please,” he whispered against my lips, his voice trembling. “Please, ma’am, I need—” “You need what?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. He moaned, his hips bucking up to meet me. “I need more.” I smiled, my hand tightening around his throat as I increased the pace of my thrusts. “Then beg for it.” He didn’t hesitate. “Please, ma’am, please, I need you to—oh god—please, I need you to fuck me harder.” I obliged, my hips snapping against his as I drove into him. _ “That’s it,” I whispered, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Take it.” He moaned, a low, desperate sound that sent shivers down my spine. His body was trembling beneath me, his hands clutching at the sheets as he writhed and begged for more. “Please, ma’am,” he gasped, his voice cracking. “Please, I’m so close.” I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Come for me.” And with a strangled cry, he did. His body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came, spilling himself between us. I didn’t stop, my thrusts growing faster, more erratic, until I felt my own release building within me. _ “That’s it,” I whispered. “Good boy. So good for me.” He moaned, his body trembling beneath me. “Ma’am—” “Shh,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ve got you.” And as I felt my own release wash over me, I knew that this was just the beginning.

“Sure! Can’t wait for next time 🍆💦”  

The text stared back at me from the screen, and I blinked once, twice, as if that would somehow change the words. My stomach flipped, heat rushing to my cheeks and between my legs all at once. _What the fuck?_  

Then it hit me. I quickly scrolled up to my previous message, and there it was, plain as day:  

“Thanks for last night. You know, we should try more pegging, it really suits you.”  

My phone had autocorrected “begging” to “pegging.” _Fantastic._ I groaned, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. How the hell had I not noticed that before hitting send?  

But then, my mind caught on something else—his response. _Was he… into it?_ His reply had been casual, almost eager, like he hadn’t missed a beat. I bit my lip, my pulse quickening as my mind began to race.  

The night before had been electric. Him, spread out on my bed, his body trembling as I teased him mercilessly. His whimpers, his pleas, the way he’d looked at me like I held the key to his entire universe. It had been intoxicating, the way he gave himself over to me so completely. And now… now I couldn’t stop imagining him like that again, but this time—_oh god_—this time with me in control in a whole new way.  

I felt my breath hitch, my thighs pressing together as I replayed the thought in my head. The idea of pegging him hadn’t even crossed my mind before this moment, but now? It was all I could think about.  

___  

It had started innocently enough—if you could call texting a guy I’d been casually hooking up with at 1 a.m. “innocent.” He’d been out with friends, and I’d been lying in bed, scrolling through my phone, when a message from him popped up.  

“Thinking about last night,” he’d written, followed by a string of emojis that left no room for interpretation.  

I’d smirked, typing back, “Oh? What part?”  

The response came almost immediately. “All of it. But especially the way you made me beg.”  

My stomach had clenched at that, heat pooling low in my belly. He’d been so fucking good last night, so responsive to every touch, every word. The way he’d looked up at me, his eyes wide and pleading, his chest flushed and heaving—it had been almost too much.  

So, I’d teased him. “You’re such a good boy when you beg. I think you should do it more often.”  

He’d replied with a single word: “Please.”  

And just like that, I’d been hooked.  

___  

Now, sitting on my couch with his latest text burning a hole in my screen, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of cosmic sign. I’d always been the one in control, but this… this was different. This was uncharted territory.  

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Maybe he’d just misunderstood. Maybe he hadn’t even realized what I’d actually meant to say.  

But then, another text came through.  

“When’s next time, by the way? I’m already counting down the seconds.”  

I stared at the message, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no mistaking it now—he was into it.  

I hesitated for only a moment before typing back, “Friday night. My place. Be ready.”  

His response was almost immediate. “Yes, ma’am.”  

___  

The next two days passed in a blur of anticipation and nerves. I spent hours researching, watching videos, reading articles, trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to do this. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. There was something about the idea of taking control in such a visceral, intimate way that had me practically buzzing with energy.  

By the time Friday rolled around, I was a bundle of nervous energy. I’d dressed carefully, choosing a black lace bra and matching panties, a pair of thigh-high stockings, and a sheer robe that left just enough to the imagination. I wanted to look the part, to make it clear from the moment he walked in the door that I was in charge.  

When the knock finally came, I took a deep breath, smoothing my hair and adjusting my robe before opening the door.  

He stood there, looking as nervous as I felt. His eyes raked over me, and I saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Hey,” he said, his voice soft, almost shy.  

“Hi,” I replied, stepping aside to let him in.  

He hesitated for a moment before stepping past me, and I closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.  

“So,” I said, turning to face him, “you’re sure about this?”  

He nodded, his eyes wide and earnest. “Yes, ma’am.”  

The way he said it, so quietly, so reverently, sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped closer, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “Good boy.”  

He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he looked back at me. “I… I want to make you happy.”  

“You will,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Now, strip.”  

His hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor. His pants followed quickly after, and soon he was standing before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.  

I let my eyes roam over him, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands clenched at his sides. He was so vulnerable, so open, and it only made me want him more.  

“On the bed,” I said, gesturing toward the bedroom. “On your back.”  

He obeyed without hesitation, and I followed him into the room, my heart pounding in my chest.  

When I reached the bed, I climbed onto it, straddling his thighs as I leaned down to kiss him. His lips were soft, yielding, and I could feel the way he melted under me.  

“You’re mine tonight,” I whispered against his lips. “All mine.”  

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yours.”  

___  

The scene unfolded slowly, each moment building on the last. I teased him, my hands roaming over his body, my lips trailing kisses down his chest, his stomach, until I reached the waistband of his briefs.  

I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his as I hooked my fingers into the fabric and pulled them down, freeing his cock. He was already hard, his length straining against his stomach, and I couldn’t help but smile.  

“So eager,” I murmured, running a finger along the length of him. He gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily.  

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away and reaching for the straps of the harness I’d laid out earlier. I’d chosen a sleek black one, the dildo a deep purple, the color standing out starkly against the black leather.  

He watched me with wide eyes as I strapped it on, his breath coming in short, shallow pants.  

“Ready?” I asked, my voice soft but firm.  

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please.”  

It was all the encouragement I needed. I moved between his legs, my hands gripping his hips as I positioned myself.  

And then, slowly, I pushed into him.  

His body tensed, his breath hitching, and I paused, waiting for him to adjust. When he relaxed, I continued, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside him.  

“Oh my god,” he moaned, his hands gripping the sheets.  

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as I began to move.  

___  

“Do you like that?” I whispered, pressing deeper.  

He nodded, his face flushed, his eyes hooded with pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white with tension, as he tilted his hips to meet my thrusts.  

“Do you like it when I take control?” I rolled my hips slowly, deliberately, feeling him tense and relax around me.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped, his voice breaking on the last word.  

I smirked, my hand sliding up his chest to grip his throat lightly. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping his lips.  

“Good boy,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him.  

His lips were soft, needy, and I could feel the way he surrendered to me completely. It was intoxicating, the way he gave himself over to me, the way he trusted me to take him apart piece by piece.  

“Please,” he whispered against my lips, his voice trembling. “Please, ma’am, I need—”  

“You need what?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.  

He moaned, his hips bucking up to meet me. “I need more.”  

I smiled, my hand tightening around his throat as I increased the pace of my thrusts. “Then beg for it.”  

He didn’t hesitate. “Please, ma’am, please, I need you to—_oh god_—please, I need you to fuck me harder.”  

I obliged, my hips snapping against his as I drove into him.  

___  

“That’s it,” I whispered, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Take it.”  

He moaned, a low, desperate sound that sent shivers down my spine. His body was trembling beneath me, his hands clutching at the sheets as he writhed and begged for more.  

“Please, ma’am,” he gasped, his voice cracking. “Please, I’m so close.”  

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Come for me.”  

And with a strangled cry, he did. His body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came, spilling himself between us.  

I didn’t stop, my thrusts growing faster, more erratic, until I felt my own release building within me.  

___  

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Good boy. _So good for me._”  

He moaned, his body trembling beneath me. “Ma’am—”  

“Shh,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ve got you.”  

And as I felt my own release wash over me, I knew that this was just the beginning.

I meant to say, “thanks for last night. you know, we should try more pegging, it really suits you.”

Pegging!? or Begging?
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How I Suddenly Got Myself a Sub Due To My Phone's Auto Correct

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