The Pet

Shepard sighed realizing the quickest solution was to just submit. “Alright, Sha’ira,” Shepard said. “I’ll be your pet. One hour.”

“First of all you are to call me mistress at all times,” The Consort said. “Second, strip naked. Only then will I untie Miss Lawson. And there is to be no backing out. Your time doesn’t begin until you’re tied up as well.”

Shepard sighed as she stripped her clothes off. “Okay. I’m naked.”

“Hold up,” the Consort said. “I want your AI over there to broadcast all of this. Every second.”

“What?” Shepard said, eyes widening. “But EDI-.”

“I am your mistress, Shepard. You don’t get to make orders,” the Consort said as she untied Miranda and bound Shepard where she was. “EDI, please broadcast this so that everyone on The Normandy can see this.”

“Right away,” EDI said.

Shepard’s eyes widened as she was tied naked to the bed while EDI started to broadcast everything. Back on the Normandy, the crew was treated with a show none of them wanted to miss as every possible screen displayed the Commander.

“Now, Shepard. Originally I was just going to put Miss Lawson in her place through sexual means,” the Consort said. “But… I think I have different plans for you. I want to make you tick for the next hour. Make you squirm from pure embarrassment. And… I have just the thing in mind…”