Use the 'stress relief' device.

Being nearly a millennium detached from her civilization was an intimidating prospect. She wanted to get back to her intended home, but she didn't know how hard that might be, or what kind of adjustment waited for her when she got back.

Serris opened her closet, moving a few boxes to get at what she was after. She took out a small box with a cable hanging from it, and laid on her bed. Taking a deep breath in anticipation, she connected the device to the collar of her suit and waited until a green light signaled that the device was ready.

The thick material of her suit was almost like a sensory deprivation chamber on it's own. It isolated most of her body from any sensation. An outer layer was lined with sensors that connected to her collar, where a small computer fed information right into her nervous system. The system was normally used to compensate for the material blocking a wearer's sense of touch by simulating the feel of what the suit touched. The little device however, used this feature for a different purpose.

"Something intense." She decided out loud, pressing one of the handful of buttons on the device. She laid stiffly in place, waiting for the program to start. It began with the sensation of cold metal wrapping around her wrists, ankles, and neck. soon she felt the same on a few areas of her back. It was just a little unrealistic. She didn't have to actually be bolted down to a table before to know the simulation was a bit off. Still, it set the mood nicely as she closed her eyes, pretending to be blindfolded.

She felt a few soft kisses on her chest, teasing as they slowly made their way towards her nipples. The sting of a riding crop hit each of her breasts before the simulated mouth suckled at each of her teats. kisses dotted her skin for a while, teasing at going lower. There was a pause, and then the feeling of cold.

She squirmed as the simulator gave the sensation of ice being rubbed over her body. the chilling continued for a while, and then suddenly heat hit her. She became immersed in the fantasy as hot wax dripped over her cold body, making her squeal.

There was a long pause. She bit her lip in anticipation. Clips grabbed her nipples. She felt the clips move a bit for a while until weights pulling at them continuously. The was another sort pause, and then a mechanical humming centered around her lower body. She felt herself being slowly penetrated until the end of her tunnel was touched.

There was one final pause before the piston started. The machine started slowly, but the speed continued to rise. She wasn't able to stay in position to pretend she was bolted down. She pictured the device becoming a blur as it went in and out of her. Her body clenched as she came, and the simulated machine slowed to a stop. She was already coming back to reality when the device gave her the sensation of the devices being removed from her body and the cuffs coming off.

A red light on the little box turned green as the simulation finished. She laid for a while, enjoying her cleared head and the afterglow.

Her suit was no doubt a mess inside. She detached the device, set it aside, and worked a well-guarded switch. The back half of the collar folded open as the suit split at the back. She peeled it off as it clung to her. She was left nude, wearing only beads of sweat.

She went to the closet for some towels. Her ship wasn't equipped with a shower, laundry machine, or anything that relied heavily on running water. A large box of triangle-folded towels was her only cleaning system. She wiped herself dry, folding the used towels into squares and setting them into a different box. She left one fresh towel sitting on her suit. She could clean that later.

Going back to the closet, she looked over her narrow selection of clothes.