Lie.

The last thing you want is for Steve to know who you are. Who you were. “Um... Master Jonathan Caine brought me back from the **** planet. He... um, is my new master.” You explain. It feels wrong to lie and you start to reconsider.

“Wow. Universe FE-54V? So you’re a real Slavegirl? I mapped out that planet. I wanted to visit but there were some odd readings from the probe. It’s in my notes... hmmm. I should review Jon’s dermal camera footage...” he says as he goes to the workstation.

You realise if he sees that video he will know who you are. You move quickly to his side, realising he stands over a head taller than you now. You must be only about five foot. Your breasts sway oddly and the movement of your much wider hips causes you to stumble. You fall into him, breasts pressing into his stomach as he catches you. “Sorry sir. I am so clumsy. You must forgive me.” You blurt in immediate response. Your full breasts are so soft and they feel so nice against him, particularly your big nipples. You feel them harden as they press into him. His grip is firm on your arm but he doesn’t push you away as he notices your evident arousal. He holds you.

You blush in shame as you look up at him. You never realised this before but he is an attractive man. Smart. Funny. Fit. Your heart beats faster as the tingle in you chest is echoed in your loins. You feel small and uncertain. You grudgingly acknowledge that he would make a good master. Your male ego feels very fragile in that moment. Why are you feeling like this?

“So Jon is your owner? But... well... I’m confused. From my research I understood that you could only sleep with your master. Even if he’d be happy for me to sleep with you,” he blurts. Then realised what he said and lets you go. “Sorry. I understood the slavery was a bit like a marriage... quite monogamous for the slaves, even if the masters could have multiple slaves. They had been bred with these mental strictures,” he said. “But you seem aroused...”

You nod, unable to deny you arousal when confronted with it. “Well... He said that there were no slaves on your world and that I was free... that I could sleep with anyone I wanted too. ” I said, worrying about what Steve had said.

“Hmmm. But from my research I understand that you girls also need a master. That it’s in your genetics. You imprint on a master. So you can’t really be free. This must be bewildering for you.“ He observed, his hand gently exploring your breast. You moaned in pleasure.