Jack.

Jack's hand shot up, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. "Right here, Blue." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as she stepped forward, her movements fluid and confident.

Liara's gaze flicked to Jack, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she nodded in approval. "Very well, Jack. You may begin Shepard's training."

As Jack approached, Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart beating slightly faster in anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what Jack had in store for her, what kind of training she would be subjected to.

"Jack." Miranda cut in. "Remember we are trying to be gentle." She said remembering how rough Jack could get from her own personal experiences. Her ass was still sore from the other night.

Jack's smirk faltered for a moment, and she shot Miranda a look of mock innocence. "Who, me? Rough? Never," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But she nodded, her expression turning serious as she turned her attention back to Shepard.

"Okay, Pet," Jack said, her voice firm but controlled. "Let's get started. I'm going to teach you how to properly address the crew, and how to behave in our presence." She took a step closer to Shepard, her eyes locked onto hers. "First lesson: eye contact. You will look at us when we speak to you, and you will not look away until we give you permission to do so."

Jack's eyes seemed to bore into Shepard's very soul as she waited for her to comply with the first lesson. Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Jack's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to hold the eye contact, but her eyes began to water from the intensity of the stare. Jack's expression remained firm, her eyes never wavering as she waited for Shepard to look away.

The air in the room seemed to thicken, the tension palpable as the two women locked eyes. The other crew members watched in silence, their faces expressionless as they waited to see how Shepard would react.

Shepard felt her heart racing as she **** herself to maintain eye contact with Jack. She could feel the weight of the other crew members' gazes on her, and she knew that she couldn't back down now. She took a deep breath, and held Jack's gaze, her eyes watering but unwavering.

Jack's expression softened slightly, and she nodded in approval. "Good girl," she said, her voice softer now. "You're learning." She turned to the other crew members. "I think she's ready for the next lesson."

Liara nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving Shepard's face. "Very well, Jack. Proceed with the next lesson." Her voice was calm and collected, but Shepard could sense a hint of excitement beneath the surface.

Jack's smirk returned, and she took a step closer to Shepard. "Next lesson: posture," she said, her eyes scanning Shepard's body. "You will stand up straight, with your shoulders back and your head held high. You will not slouch or lean against anything, unless explicitly given permission to do so."

Jack's eyes lingered on Shepard's posture, her gaze scrutinizing every detail. "Stand up straight, Pet," she said, her voice firm but controlled. "Shoulders back, head held high. You're a pet, not a sloth like I said." She took a step closer, her eyes locked onto Shepard's. "Let me show you what I mean."

With a swift motion, Jack reached out and grasped Shepard's shoulders, her fingers digging gently into the skin. She pulled Shepard's shoulders back, aligning her spine and lifting her chin. Shepard felt a surge of surprise at the sudden touch, but she didn't flinch.

Jack's grip was firm, but gentle, and Shepard couldn't help but feel a sense of submission wash over her. She stood up straight, her shoulders back and her head held high, just as Jack had instructed.

"Good girl," Jack said, her voice low and husky. "You're a quick learner." She stepped back, her eyes scanning Shepard's body, taking in the subtle changes in her posture. "Now, let's work on your tone of voice. I want you to speak in a soft, respectful tone, Pet. No more of that commanding, authoritative voice you're used to using. You're a pet now, and pets don't give orders."

Jack's eyes locked onto Shepard's, her gaze intense as she waited for her to respond. Shepard felt a surge of anxiety as she tried to modulate her voice, to make it sound softer and more submissive.

She took a deep breath, and then spoke, her voice timid."Yes, Mistress Jack."

The sound of her own voice was almost unrecognizable to Shepard. It was so soft, so gentle, that she felt a pang of embarrassment.

After a moment, Jack nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good girl, Pet," she repeated, her voice low and soothing. "You're learning to speak like a proper pet."

Liara, who had been watching the exchange with interest, stepped forward, her eyes shining with a hint of excitement. "I think it's time for Pet's first lesson in obedience," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Jack, would you be so kind as to demonstrate?"