Isis

"Whenever we are out in public, I will continue to treat you the way I have treated you all along, with respect and consideration. However, if you’re gonna be my little slut, you are going to have to learn that in our private life, you belong to daddy, and I will use you for my pleasure. Having a plug in your ass will serve as a constant reminder of that fact."

You’re stunned by what he just told you, but you had already agreed that you would "try" being his submissive, so you’re not sure how to respond to what he just said. Looking at the plug, it seems to be somewhat small and you’ve already become so accustomed to doing what makes him happy, so you just nod your head and say "okay, daddy.”

Erik instructs you to lie across his lap, and he lifts up the hem of your dress. He takes a moment to caress your ass and slides his hand between your legs to gently stroke your pussy. This is the first time he has touched you this way, although you have been longing for him to do so for some time. He slides his finger in your pussy and finds that it is soaking wet. Using the wetness of your pussy, he begins to slowly finger your asshole. He isn't the least bit surprised when you raise your hips up to meet his probing finger like the little slut you are.

“See? I knew this was going to turn into something that you would like, “He slowly slides the plug into your ass and pull the hem of your dress back down. "Let's see how this suits you for the evening while we’re out tonight, my little anal slut.”

The plug wasn't very big, just big enough to know that something was in your ass. You went out to dinner and the evening progressed like every other dinner date that we had. Except of course for the fact that you were sitting in a very elegant restaurant with a plug up your ass that was there for the sole purpose of letting you know that it now belonged to him and had agreed to let him use you in this way as he saw fit.

After a very enjoyable evening, you get into the car and he reaches up under your dress to feel your aching pussy, “You are fucking wet down there. Are you enjoying having the plug in your ass, Princess?”

"Yes, I am, daddy,” you answer; blushing.

"You seem to be handling that size quite easily. I wasn't sure what size to start you with, but apparently, this one is too small to train you properly."

Erik starts the car and you leave the restaurant. He drives to his house and leads you inside. You have been here many times in the past month where you both cooked many meals together and just sat watching movies and talking. Suddenly, his house appears so different to you because you sense how your positions have now changed.

Erik leads you to his bedroom where you take a seat on the bed and kick off your heels. You watch Erik remove his suit jacket and dress shirt, a white beater underneath and clinging to his toned body. Erik shoots you a devilishly handsome smile that causes you to squirm before he walks over to his closet to retrieve a black velvet box. Now sitting next to you, Erik carefully opens the box, your breath hitching when you see what’s in store for you. Inside there are various anal training toys and lube. He removes the plug the next size up from what is currently snugly in your ass. As much as you enjoy anal play, you look at that plug with trepidation. It seems huge to you in that pretty box.

Erik takes you to a room in his house that you have never seen before. You have read about play rooms, but never seen a home dungeon in your life. He takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately.

“Don't be scared, baby girl. I waited as long as I did because I wanted to be sure that you would really want this. This is who you truly are and I’m so happy that I found you and that you’re allowing me to bring you to your full potential." He unzips your dress with his gaze steady on yours and lets it fall to the floor, leaving you standing naked before him in nothing but your shoes.

He walks over to a bench and motions for you to follow. You follow him over and he assists you into position on the bench. You’re stunned as you feel him lock your ankles in place and then come to the front to secure your wrists. You are completely immobilized now and helpless. Erik walks back behind you and removes the butt plug. The sensation causes you to gasp softly. Walking over and dropping it in the trash, he smiles as he tell you that you won't be needing that one anymore.

"One thing we never did talk about when we talked about our mutual enjoyment of anal play is that I have a very, very thick dick. I’m putting you through this training now, because you need to learn to take daddy’s big dick in your ass whenever I feel like putting it there. While this may be difficult for you to endure now, in time, you will be grateful that I have taken the time to train your little ass to take my dick."

You feel the lubricant squirt on your ass hole, as he makes sure to slide his fingers in and out of your ass to lubricate inside as well. You gasp when you feel the tip of the larger plug begin pressing against your asshole.

“Shhh," he says gently, "I know this might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but trust me, it is a very important part of us moving forward."

Continuing to move slowly, he slides the plug in and out a little at a time. As the fattest part begins to stretch open your asshole, you whimper quietly and try to squirm away. When you squirm, you feel a sharp, stinging smack on your ass.

“Now, I told you this is necessary. If you can not sit still, I will take that paddle in front of you with all the ridges and whip your ass until you learn to sit still, is that clear, slut?”

You are completely shocked at this totally different side of him that you have never seen. When you don't answer quickly enough for him, he smacks your ass again, even harder this time.

“You will answer me when I ask you a question, slut. Now, are you going to stay still or not?"

"Yes, I will stay still, daddy, I promise.” You answer as quickly as you can.

Immediately, he goes back to being as gentle and kind as he usually is, slowly and gently sliding the large plug in and out, a little further each time, but this time he strokes your pussy while he’s sliding the plug in and out. When you begin to moan, he slides the plug in further, continuing to stroke your wet pussy as the fat part opens your ass. Finally, he has the plug all the way in your ass. It feels enormous, but now that it is all the way in, it is far less uncomfortable.

Leaving you strapped to the table, he walks back around to the front.

“Now, I’m gon’ show you why this is necessary."

He undoes his pants and whips out his hard dick. You stare at it with your lips slightly parted. He’s insanely hard and veiny. Erik laughs as your eyes widen looking at the enormity of his dick.

“Based on the difficulty I had inserting this most recent plug, you’re not ready to take my dick in your ass, are you, Princess?”

"I…I don’t think I’ll be able to take that monster in my ass…it’s so big, daddy…”

"Don't worry, it will fit in your ass. That’s what all this training is for, because when I’m done, you’ll take this dick in your ass several times a day." Erik said with a bite of his bottom lip.

Erik then proceeds to undo the restraints and helps you to stand up, warning you that you better not let that plug fall out before he has had the opportunity to harness it in. After he has harnessed the plug in, you ask him how long you will have to keep this plug in.

“Well, I'm not sure yet, baby. Are you telling me that it is unbearably uncomfortable already? This is just the beginning. You gotta take it like this if you want daddy to tear that ass up.”

You shake your head and say, "No, it–it’s just that I’m so new to all of this, and I don't know what it is you expect of me…I don’t want to let you down, daddy…I want to be a good girl…”

Erik chuckles, “I expect you to learn how to please me, baby girl. Sometimes, like now, your lessons might cause you some discomfort. I expect you to accept that it’s all so you can learn to please daddy. You’ll be required to take this dick in your ass very frequently; therefore it is necessary that your ass is trained to accept such a large toy for extended periods of time. I thought that you enjoyed making me happy? You certainly enjoyed dressing in all the clothes I asked you to wear. You have enjoyed me taking you to nice places, yeah?”

"Yes, I have enjoyed all of that. I enjoyed it a lot Er—daddy…so much, and I’m so happy when you look at me and seem so pleased with what you see." You look away timidly.

"Earlier tonight, you told me that you wanted to be my submissive. Have you changed your mind? I don't want to train you to be my submissive if that’s not what you desire. However, I believe that you’re just scared since this is so new to you. I see in you someone that I could keep with me forever, giving you your every whim. Is this not worth that, baby?”

You stand there naked before him, a large plug stuffed in your ass, legs quivering, harshly breathing, body on fire, listening to every word he says. The last month with him has been nothing short of a dream. Each night when he kissed you goodnight, You went to bed dreaming of the day that he would stay and how you would enjoy each other's bodies. During the last month, you have never felt so cared for. You can't remember ever having someone who was so attentive to your every want and need like Erik has been. You both met because you needed someone who would enjoy moments like anal sex with you, and that is exactly what he wants. To fuck you in the ass and show you how good it’s gonna feel sliding in and out, making your pussy wetter, begging for him to keep going. You can't deny that the thought of that monster dick of his in your ass right now is downright frightening. Surely, he is doing this so that someday you will be able to take that fat dick in your ass and enjoy it, which is what you were seeking to begin with. As frightening as his dick looks to you right now, in the back of your mind, you can't help but think how much you do want to have it in your ass filling you.

"I'm sorry, daddy. You’re completely right. I have never been happier in my life than I have this past month. I want to be able to take your daddy dick in my ass, and I believe that you’re doing this so that eventually, I’ll be able to experience the pleasure of you in my ass. Again, I'm so so sorry. I never should have questioned you." You said with the sweetest voice you could muster and a bat of your lashes.

You could visibly see his dick jump from your words. Erik walks up to, lifting your chin. He leans down to meet your lips and uses his tongue to open you up for him. Both of your tongues danced for some time. You allowed him to take control, his plump lips soft and wet against yours. When he breaks away, you lean in to get more of him but he stops you with his thumb against your clit.

"I accept your apology. So, now I’m gon’ ask you one more time....I want to train you to be my submissive, train you to be able to take my dick in your ass whenever I want. In exchange, you will never want for anything. I will take care of you, but I will have expectations of you and you will have to learn to accept and meet those expectations. Do you want that? Are you willing to accept that I want you as mine and sometimes you will need to do some things for you to learn this new way of life?"

"Yes. I want the happiness I felt to continue and I want to make you as happy as I possibly can." You say with a smile and a bite of your lip.

"Good girl. Now that we have settled that issue, let's go back to how long you’ll have to wear that plug in your tight ass. I found through experience that with a dick as big as mine, it’s best that a plug is kept in my subs ass whenever I’m not using it to keep the muscles from tightening up too much. So, while that particular plug may not always be in your ass, something will be in your ass at all times from now on, got it?” Erik gave you a devilish smirk.

You are dumbfounded as you realize that you just agreed to have something large in your ass at all times, but realize quickly that you would rather that than lose him. He takes you in his arms and whispers into your ear that he is so happy that you agreed to this, and he promises that in the long run you won't regret it. He then tells you to kneel on the floor in front of him, because while he knows your ass is not ready to take his dick, he wants you to start learning how to take as much of it in your mouth as possible.

ah.

there it was.

that strange melancholy that sometimes surfaced when you drank too much.

sukuna knew it was not insecurity even if he didn’t understand further, it still intrigued him how much it mattered for the human race, to be remembered.

“the names of emperors are remembered,” you continued softly, “warriors, clan heads, men who shape eras”

crickets chirped and a low wind carried the scent of jasmines planted at your request, across the foyer.

“but the women beside them become footnotes at best, most of them don’t even make it to the scroll”

sukuna rested one arm across his knee, keen on voicing his opinion, “you care too much about history”

“i think history reveals what people consider valuable”

your voice remained stoic, thoughtful.

“no one writes about the woman who sat beside the monster,” you murmured, “only the monster himself”

a pause.

then sukuna turned his head slowly toward you, amusement flickering across his face.

“so i am a monster to you?”

you blinked at him.

“well objectively”

the silence afterward lasted exactly one second before sukuna barked out a laugh, “and yet you still sit beside me”

“that’s because I’ve already accepted i have questionable judgment” you wave your glass in the air dismissively, “stop changing the topic, kuna” you scolded him.

the term, his name so lovingly shortened rolled of your tongue with such ease and no honorific, only dismissible due to your drunken state.

or maybe always.

sukuna chose not to comment on it, settling for a humble,

“hm.”

“in the grand scheme of things, what am i? if not just a speck in your life” he opened his mouth ready to retort when you held up a hand, silencing him.

how did you not see your own importance? who else could command the king of curses in such a way?

“but to me, this is everything. this is all i have and it makes it all the more precious..that it all just ends one day” you giggle a bit, melancholics a right of passage in this state.

“alas, forgotten” you rest your cheek on your knee wistfully looking up at sukuna ready for him to speak.

but he’s silent, woeful and utterly silent.

could it be that you’d gone too far? the haze from the sake wasn’t helping clearly you had misjudged, to get out of such a situation deemed to be a deplorable task even for the likes of you.

“forget i said that,” you mumble, a weak laugh caught in your throat, “the sake is making me sentimental”

“humans,” sukuna says quietly, “speak of being forgotten because your lives are too short to endure insignificance”

his voice is absent of mockery.

“you fear death less than you fear leaving no mark behind”

your brows knit slightly, you hadn’t expected him to understand at all.

he watches the lantern flame instead of you now.

“but i have lived long enough to know memory is not mercy” you watch the wind ruffle his peculiar crimson tinted hair as he speaks,

“entire eras rot inside me: names, faces, wars, prayers” his expression hardens faintly “none of them matter, time erodes all things evenly.”

for a moment, he looks exhausted by his own immortality. you had not expected that at all.

you swallow.

“then what’s the point?” you ask softly.

his eyes flick back to yours.

and for the first time that night, sukuna looks almost caught off guard by the answer forming within himself.

“there is none,” he says. “not in the grand scheme you speak of” he lightens his tone mocking the pitch of your voice and you smile faintly.

his gaze lowers briefly to your slumped posture, your tired eyes, the warmth of your knee brushing his side without fear.

“but meaning was never something inherent.”

a pause.

“it is assigned”

you feel the weight of the statement as sukuna leans back slightly, like the admission itself irritates him.

“do you think i would sit here entertaining drunken philosophy for just anyone?” there’s no softness in his tone. if anything, it’s sharp, defensive.

he’s offended by the importance of you in his life which makes it all the more devastating.

one day, when you passed on forgotten or not, he would remain and he would remember. you hadn’t thought about it like that, you had thought only for yourself, the realization was jarring.

“centuries pass like weather to me,” he murmurs. “yet i know the sound of your footsteps apart from others. i know when your silence means anger and when it means sorrow. i know when your kisses are thoughtless things, and when they linger like a final act.”

his jaw tightens subtly.

“so if all existence amounts to dust eventually..” his eyes narrow at you, almost accusingly, “then explain why you alone remain.”