Sahar

Sahar swung her hips to the music, her hands above her head. Sweat dripped down her forehead but she ignored it. She turned, placing her hands on the pole and pulling herself up. She leaned back, then swung herself around, wrapping her legs around the pole. She would never have imagined herself pole dancing, but here she was, working the pole once again. She didn't dance every day, but very nearly so. She was good at it, thanks to Amazing Dancer, but even after years of this she was still a little embarrassed to be doing it.

The music suddenly shut off and her AI announced the end of her workout. She sighed and stepped away from the pole. When she'd received the Private Fitness Club punishment, giving her the AI trainer, she'd assumed the mandatory exercise would be running or weight lifting. She'd forgotten how...lewd...the game had been. From day 1, the AI had dashed those hopes. It had signed her up for pole dancing classes immediately, classes she'd keep going to until Kat finally installed a pole in their home. Thankfully the AI had let her dance at home instead of in the class, although this meant that rather dancing in from of a bunch of strangers she now often found herself dancing in front of Kat. And while the game had given her more confidence, she still sometimes got embarrassed with Kat watching her.

She wondered why the AI never assigned Kat to pole dancing, in fact the AI had very different standards for the two of them. Maybe because Kat's was a 3 house punishment and Sahar's was a 4 house, but Sahar's programming was much, much more intense. Not that she was complaining. Kat looked amazing, as always, and Sahar wanted to look her best for her Mistress so it was an acceptable outcome in her mind.

Sahar grabbed her towel and wiped her forehead, then started walking towards the shower. She'd barely made it a few steps before she suddenly dropped to her knees and pressed her head to the floor. She held that position for minutes, she had ****. The first time Kat had used the app related to her QR code it had been a freaky experience, but she was used to it by now. Sahar's indentured servant punishment made Kat's verbal orders impossible to ignore, but it was more like a nagging voice in her mind telling her to obey, rather than immediate unconditional compliance. Orders sent by the app were different. Sahar's body obeyed immediately, there was no decision to be made. Kat could send orders in a way that Sahar didn't always know she was following them, but something like dropping to her knees and waiting, well, she couldn't fail to notice that.

Finally she heard the clicking of heels getting closer and closer. They stepped just in front of Sahar, though she kept her eyes glued to the floor.

"How was your workout dear?" Kat asked.

"It was good Your Highness." Sahar replied.

"I bet you worked up quite a thirst." Kat said it more as a statement than a question.

"Yes Your Highness, I'm very thirsty."

"You're in luck then. I'm feeling...rather full. Go take your shower and meet me out back. I'm going to relax by the pool for a bit." Kat turned and took a few steps away, then stopped, "Oh, and if my breasts are going to be out...so will yours. In fact...don't get dressed at all."

"Understood." Sahar said, then she waited until Kat had left before looking up. The actual order through the app had only made her kneel. She could have looked Kat in the eyes the whole time but the sub inside her wouldn't let that happen. Kat was more than her lover, she was her Mistress, her owner, her everything. Sahar had to show proper deference at all times.

With Kat gone, Sahar proceeded to make her way to the shower. By crawling, since Kat hadn't reminded her to stand up before she left, intentionally so. Sahar had to wash herself on her knees, but she was used to it. That's why their shower had soap and shampoo at ground level, just for her.

After her shower Sahar crawled out to their backyard and saw Kat lounging on a chair by the pool. She crawled over and waited to be spoken to.

"Sahar..." Kat said, surprising her by using her real name for once, "You've nearly paid off your debt to me. I thought it would take longer initially, but I supposed I've been a particularly cruel mistress."

"What? Oh no. Your Highness, you've been amazing. You've never treated me in a way I didn't want to be treated." Sahar said earnestly.

"Be that as it may, I've used you. I've treated you like a pet. An object. And yes, sometimes like my girlfriend. But mostly I've ignored your needs and prioritized my own. I've been selfish. Cruel even. I've even **** you to watch as I've taken other lovers...although...not in a long time. You are just superior to those cocks in every way. Anyway..my point is you'll be free soon. What do you plan to do?"

"Huh? Free? No. Your Highness...I belong to you. That punishment might **** me to obey, but I'll continue to obey you forever. I'm yours." Sahar said.

Kat suddenly sat up, taking off her sunglasses. She stared down at Sahar, "Do you mean that? Do you really belong to me?"

Sahar nodded, "Yes! I do. Game or no game. I'm yours!"

Kat smiled, "Even if I let you in on a little secret? I never told you everything the game gave me. Back then...I bought you."

"You...bought me?" Sahar was confused.

"Your QR code. Why do you think nobody else has given you commands?" Kat asked.

"Well...the others did. It's been years..." Sahar tried to remember. Except for her friends testing it right after the game, nobody had given her commands. People didn't just walk up and try to scan her tattoo after all.

"They did when I allowed them too," Kat said, "The truth is I've always owned you. The final deal I made with the game was for you. I've never actually spent money on that app. You've always been **** to obey me, and you'll be **** until the end of your days. How does that make you feel?"

"Happy," Sahar said, honestly, "I thought you were going to say you were done with me or something...but you aren't. I'm your ****. Forever."

Kat smiled, "Yes...and I hope...maybe more."

"More?" Sahar asked, confused.

"Normally the one doing this would get down on one knee...but I prefer to see you on your knees. Romance isn't really my thing, so excuse me if this seems...inappropriate. Still, I've been thinking about it for a long time. I wanted to wait until you were 100% free from indentured servant but I can't wait any longer. Sahar this is a question. A question you a free to answer however you like. If it's no...I promise I'll give you back your freedom. I'll never issue another order again. But if it's yes...well...you said it yourself. You're my ****. Forever..."

Kat reached under the chair she was sitting on and pulled out a box. It was too big to be a ring, which is sort of where Sahar's mind had gone, it looked more like a necklace case. Kat opened it and there was a stunning choker necklace with a small ring hanging off it, "Sahar, will you marry me?"

Sahar didn't hesitate, "YES!"

Kat took out the necklace and fastened it around Sahar's neck, "I thought a choker would be more fitting, considering our relationship, what do you think?"

Sahar looked up at Kat, "It's perfect. Kat...I love you."

"I love you too," Kat said warmly, "Now then shall I punish you for using my name?"

"Yes your highness!" Sahar begged.

Kat grinned, the pulled her bikini top aside. Sahar gulped in anticipation. "Now then pet..." Kat purred, "You are going to drain me...without drinking a single drop."

Sahar stared at her. It had been a verbal order, not one through the app, so she didn't comply immediately. She could feel her need though, her need to obey. Her hands went up. She couldn't use her mouth, not without accidently consuming some of her milk. She started the slow process of manually expressing Kat's milk. Each squeeze brought a spray that landed all of Sahar's face and chest. She had to shut her mouth tightly to avoid consuming any. Her insides were boiling, she wanted desperately to taste it.

By the time Sahar was finished, she was drenched. As way the area around her. Kat wasn't like a normal human mother, it was closer to milking a cow. There was just so much of it.

Kat reached out and wiped Sahar's eyes and lips. Sahar looked at her in desperation. Kat smiled, then leaned back in her lounge chair and spread her legs, "You can't have my milk, but if you want to eat something..."

Sahar needed no more of an invitation. She crawled over and immediately buried her face between Kat's thighs. She'd gotten quite good at it over the years, if she did say so herself. Kat's screams grew loud enough to make Sahar grateful they had such a large property.

Sahar only got involved with the game in the first place because she'd been fleeing her parents. Afraid they wouldn't, couldn't, accept her as she was. As a lesbian. If she could go back in time and tell her younger self that not only would her parents accept her, they'd stand by her side at her wedding, to a woman, well, she wouldn't have believed herself. The game had made Sahar into Kat's perfect little sex ****, but it had turned Kat into a indomitable woman. Sahar didn't know if she'd have been able to confront her parents alone, but with Kat at her side things had gone remarkably smoothly. She'd never know if their acceptance was something that would have happened eventually on it's own, but with Kat there to **** agreement it took just a single day.

Not just her parents, but Kat was able to convince even the most devout and conservative amongst her family that love was love. Without Sahar's knowledge, and aided by Sahar's parents, Kat had gone around to the entire extended family for a friendly discussion. Some were easier than Sahar's parents, some were harder, but Kat couldn't be defeated. She convinced them all that it didn't matter if it were a man and a woman or two women, all that mattered was that their family member deserved happiness. That all couples do. When she finally tied the knot with Kat they'd gotten married with all of her extended family cheering and celebrating them. It was just another reason why Sahar loved her so much.

Of course after marriage, it was inevitable that talk of children came up. Sahar's parents were eager for a grandchild and completely unwilling to let the lack of sperm be any kind of excuse. When Sahar thought about it, it was clear to her that Sahar should be the one to give birth. While modern medicine has plunged maternal mortality rates to **** lows, it was not without risk. Besides it was far easier for Sahar to take time off being Kat's sex ****/maid than it was for Kat to step back from the University.

And so Sahar found herself standing in front of Dax, waiting for him to reply.

"What the fuck Sahar?" Dax finally said, "That's how you start the conversation?"

Sahar bowed her head, "My apologies. Let me restart. How are you doing? How is Lily and the kids?"

Dax scratched his head, "No. You've made it too weird. Ugh, just come in. And cut that creepy differential tone out."

"You know that I can't," Sahar said. Then she grinned, "Unless I am not speaking to a man. I suppose I could close my eyes and pretend that I am alone. Since I am alone, I will just monologue while I can still speak. Alright then, me, why did I come here today? That's right! I want a baby, but unfortunately as much as I love Her Majesty we lack the proper equipment to make one on our own. Whatever will we do? We could try to find a donor and do IVF, we have the money for that after all, or we could try adoption. Those are both great options. Conventional options. But nothing about us is conventional and so I thought to myself...what would Kat really want? How could I present this potential pregnancy in a way to provide the most enjoyment for her? That's when it come to me. Kat would love to watch me conceive a child, naturally."

"Naturally, but-" Dax tried to cut in.

"Do I hear something?" Sahar wondered, "I am here all alone, not talking to a man, because I am always respectful towards men. Of course a real man wouldn't interrupt a woman when she's speaking. Anyway, me, as I was saying Kat would love to watch me get fucked. As a lesbian that's not something I ever considered, so I thought about who has the smallest dick I know..."

"Hey!" Dax interjected again.

Sahar opened her eyes and stared at him, "My apologies Sir. I was just monologuing, I forgot you were present. If i might return to the purpose of my visit, I am looking for a partner to impregnate me. The natural way. Considering my sexual orientation I did not want to find a stranger, I wanted my first male partner to be someone I trust. This personal also has to be someone fertile, with good genes."

"Christ...you can't be serious." Dax said.

"Kat finds you attractive," Sahar admitted, "That's enough. And your fertility is evident. And your relationship is somewhat open. I understand you'll need to talk it over with your wife..."

"That's not the issue. I am not going to..." Dax shook his head, "Even if you were straight, this is all kinds of fucked up."

"All kinds of fucked up is our specialty," Sahar grinned, "If you are worried about the act itself..." Sahar turned, exposing the tattoo on her neck, "Kat can turn my straight, she could even make me obsessed with you," She turned back to face him, "Temporarily of course."

"You're insane." Dax said.

Sahar raised an eyebrow, "Are you just figuring this out now? How many sane people want to be sex slaves?"

"To a woman like Kat? More than you might think." Dax said. Then he groaned loudly, "Alright. I won't say no just yet. Let me stew on it. Talk to Lily. Then...maybe the 4 of us can have a talk, together."

Sahar smiled, "I knew it. You have a thing for Asians."

"I...I..." Dax started to protest, but he let it die. "Is that all you wanted?"

Sahar bowed, "Yes, I'll take my leave. Thank you for taking the time."

"Ya...whatever. See you later Sahar."

"Bye Dax." Sahar took her leave. She felt very confident Dax would agree to her plan. Now she just had to tell Kat...