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Seeing from a Distance, Some Beyond #fetchat Smut

Content: NSFW Smut and Photographs, Non-binary character, Navigating D/s Long Distance Relationships, Self-Doubt, Flagrantly Kinky use of Zoom-space.

Last week on #fetchat, we talked about 24/7 total power exchange relationships. It got me thinking about the ways we practice kink in this age of social distancing and restricted travel. And how challenging it must be for folks in long-distance relationships, especially relationships with a power exchange component.

And then smut happened.


Seeing from a Distance

Collared B&W

Daylight filtered through the sheer curtains in Devin’s room. They curled up on their side, their laptop open on the bed in front of them. 

“Are you ready, pet?” Sybil asked, the lilt of her voice wrapping around them like a shawl. 

Skin pebbling, they imagined the gust of her breath against their neck. They nodded. It was a challenge to give themself permission to let go without the sureness of her at their side. Long-distance relationships were challenging. And navigating a 24/7 power exchange during a global pandemic that limited travel was panic-inducing, on a good day.  

It feels impossible, they thought. 

But this was what they had today, and Sybil had worked so hard to create this experience for them. 

“Words, please,” she prompted. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I don’t like it…I want you beside me. It feels strange, not having you here.” 

The corners of Sybil’s mouth pulled down, and her eyes widened, glistening in the dim light of her playroom, “I know.”

Devin missed her touch and the sandalwood and pepper scent of her skin. They wanted to be with her, rubbing their face against the soft give of her inner thigh. The distance felt insurmountable. 

You’re spoiled and silly, they thought. Self-judgement swelled beneath the surface of their skin like a relentless itch. The world was full of sacrifice, and a virtual playdate was a treat. Mourning the time they had planned to spend together, in person, was selfish. 

A person with arms wrapped around themself

“Hey,” Sybil’s voice was sharp enough to cut through the noise in their head. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” Taking a breath, she softened her tone, “Can you do that? It’s okay if this is too much. I can tell everyone to fuck off.” 

“No.” Their voice was louder than Devin had intended, and they bowed their head to collect their thoughts. 

Her laughter scraped against their skin like the drag of a fingernail, “Wanna try that again?” 

“Yes, Mam. I miss you, and my head is a mess. I feel dumb being sad about needing something that isn’t necessary.” 

And wanting something I can’t have. 

She rolled her lips together, pressing her mouth closed as she thought. Minutes passed, and Devin began to wonder if they’d ruined the scene.

“It’s okay to need things, pet. There’s no shame in wanting your mind to be quiet. If this helps, then it’s necessary for you. Does that make sense?”

They choked back a sob, “It does.” 

“Don’t cry, sweetness. Not yet,” Sybil teased. “We haven’t even gotten started.” 

Her voice was gentle, laced with a thread of command, and it grounded Devin in the present, like the tap of her fingers against their cheek might have, if they had been in the same space. 

“Okay,” their voice was soggy with grateful tears. 

“Good. What’s your color, pet?”

“Green.” 

“Thank you, love.” 

The clickety-clack of typing struck out against the silence like the patter of rain on a window. A line of boxes appeared on their computer screen. Devin recognized a few of the faces staring out at them. The rest were strangers. Though it was exactly as they had planned, a burning flush crawled from their cheeks to the tops of their ears. 

“Scoot back and kneel. We want to see all of you.” 

They moved backward and knelt on the bed, making sure they were framed in the center of the screen. 

Disconcerted, they watched themself. Devin’s robe slid around them like water, revealing the curve of their breast and the sparkling blue of their cock jutting out from their pelvis. 

“Look how gorgeous you are, pet. Untie your sash for us.” 

Slipping the belt of their robe out of its loose knot, they let the sides fall open. Devin shrugged it off their shoulders, leaving them nude before the group their Mistress had assembled. 

She clucked her tongue, “Naughty thing, did I say to take it off or open it?”

They laced their voice with sass, “Open it.” 

“Right, and you did what?”

“Took it off.” 

Erotic Self Portrait

“Hmmm.” She shook her head, tried by their failure to follow directions. 

Devin giggled. This was what they had craved, a scene where they could dance along each boundary with tiny acts of defiance. Sybil was content to serve as a guide and mentor, at least until her patience gave out. The truth was the punishments were something both Sybil and Devin craved. It was part of the fun. 

They squirmed beneath her gaze. 

“Well, if you’re so eager to show off, turn around, head down, ass up. And use those busy little hands to spread yourself open.” 

Humiliation and want left them breathless. It was bold, showing Devin off with no buildup. It’s what you wanted, they reminded themself. To be claimed. To submit. Even if it was from a distance. 

“I’d move a little faster if I were you,” Their Mistress said, the command unmistakable. 

Scrambling around, Devin rested their head on the mattress and drank in a full breath before tucking their knees beneath their hips. Both hands slid over their ass, pulling their cheeks apart.

A flurry of murmurs erupted behind them. Shimmying their hips and arching their back. They relished how the air caressed the exposed folds of their cunt, and the furl of their hole. 

A pretty cock

Their cock swayed with their movement. Devin risked a tiny thrust to feel its weight pull on the harness straps stretched across their hips.

“Their cock is so pretty,” An observer’s voice washed over them, rumbling and deep, like thunder. 

“My darling is a wonder, aren’t they?” Sybil said. 

Praise lit a fire in the center of Devin’s chest. It sent tongues of flame licking out along their limbs. This is what they had needed, the claiming they had missed. 

The self-doubt that had plagued them began to recede. Devin relished the pride of being claimed, knowing their Mistress loved them, regardless of the miles between them at the moment. 

“Now, pet. Let’s show these folks how good you can be for me.” 


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