Sex .

By Humilatron

“Well…” Miranda said. “You um, insisted on being bound to me. You said and I quote ‘Make a fucking contract already, cheerleader. I swear I’ll do whatever the fuck you want for sexual gains’. So that’s what I did. And part of that agreement is that you can’t wear clothes, you had to get a tattoo of my choosing, you can’t have sexual intercourse without my permission, and you have to pleasure me whenever I want. You do get to have a safe word, however, the safe word does not get you out of punishment, but we can debate about an alternative punishment.”

“What’s the safe word?” Jack asked.

“Well… you specifically said to make ‘Commander Shepard is a bitch’ your safe word,” Miranda said.

Jack’s eyes widened. She would have chuckled under any other circumstance, but she wasn’t finding this predicament amusing. “Okay. Well. Fuck. I guess we’re doing this.”

“Oh. That’s the other thing. You can no longer swear. Starting now,” Miranda said. “You specifically requested it.”

Jack’s eyes widened even further. She remembered how high the swear jar got after her time in Grissom Academy. She couldn’t help it. But now there was punishment at stake. “What happens if I do?” Jack asked.

“You get a mouthwashing, have to add 200 credits to a swear bank, and get a spanking in front of whoever is present,” Miranda said.

“And I suggested this?” Jack said.

“Yes,” Miranda said. “You, in fact, demanded it.”

“Fu-I mean fun. What fun,” Jack said.

Suddenly the door bell rang. Miranda walked over and opened the door.