Obedience Earned

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She called me Sir in every message. Not once, not twice but like it was a reflex she’d been waiting her whole life to use. I could almost hear it in her voice when I read the words, could feel the weight she put behind them.
We went back and forth for days, her teasing me with her obedience, knowing exactly how badly I wanted to hear it roll off her tongue in person. Every “Yes, Sir” in chat was a promise and I intended to collect.
When we finally met, I didn’t waste time. I stepped in close, my hand on her chin, tilting her face up until her eyes locked on mine.
"Say it."
Her voice trembled not from ***, but from anticipation.
"Yes… Sir."
It wasn’t typed on a screen this time. It was raw, warm, alive. And it was mine.