Wait Obediently for Her Return

The intoxicating scent and taste of her sweet Andorian juices on your face and in your mouth have your mind in a haze. Who would've thought that being in service to a bloodthirsty sadistic dominatrix would feel so good? Slowly, the fog starts to lift and the thought of escape enters your mind. If you were ever to get back to the real Enterprise, to the real zh'Thracia, to your real life, it would be now.

Still fighting through the haze, you rise to your feet unsteadily and stumble towards the shelf with your uniform. You reach for it, but then pause.

"No," you whisper to yourself. "No, I belong here now," you put to words the thought that's been in your head since the moment your collar snapped around your neck. With that single admission, the fight leaves you and you give in to the haze. She may not be the zh'Thracia you knew, but she's your zh'Thracia now. No, that's not quite right. She's not yours. You're hers. You lower your hand and look down. The cushion, your cushion, is at your feet. Carefully, you sit down and patiently wait...

and wait...

and wait...

...until finally the door slides open and your Mistress walks in. She looks down at you, seeming a little surprised to see you there. Her look of surprise gives way to a knowing and confident grin. A pang of fear shoots through you, but then it unexpectedly blossoms into excitement.

"Well, well. You're still here! Good. Come, my pet." She beckons you to follow her into her bedroom. You follow eagerly and obediently. Something inside of you lights up when she calls you her pet.

"Do you have any idea..." she talks with her back to you while she pulls off her uniform top. You watch her back muscles flex magnificently as she frees herself from the fabric.

"...how frustrating it is..." she continues as she steps to the side and sits on the edge of the bed. Your eyes move along the contours of her topless profile, focusing on how her the side view of her tits curves up to a point.

"...to have to listen to those men talk down to me and not try to **** them..." she swings around to face you and lifts one boot, pointing her heel towards you. Somehow, you know exactly what to do, hesitating for only a moment before you cup the heel with your hands, applying pressure to either side of the foot of the boot, and pull. A few moments later, you feel the boot give. The **** of the boot coming free nearly sends you flying backward, but you manage to catch your fall. She lets out an audible sigh of relief as she flexes her toes and massages her calf.

"...when all I can think about..." she continues as she lifts the other boot toward you. Grabbing the heel just like before, you pull her second boot free. She lets out an even more satisfied-sounding sigh as she flexes both sets of toes. Then, for the first time since coming into the bedroom. She looks directly at you.

"...is how I'm going to use you as my own personal fucktoy?" she finishes with a feral grin. Her antennae arch as she looks at you like a piece of tender succulent meat. Your heart stops, and your body feels petrified by her gaze. She leans forward and reaches for your neck. Hooking a finger under your collar, she pulls your face toward hers. she sniffs you, smelling her own juices still smeared across your cheeks. With her other hand, she runs her finger across your cheek and scoops some of her fluids onto it. She brings her fingertip to her lips and sucks it clean, savoring the taste of herself. A purr-like growl emanates from her throat. Her lips part. You can taste her hot breath as she takes her time deciding just how she would like to devour you. The anticipation is making your pulse race. With one more tug on your collar, your lips move forward to meet hers. She drinks you in greedily. Her teeth graze and nip playfully at your lips. You try to kiss her back, but she pushes you back and slaps you across the face.

"Know your place, pet. You don't get to just take pleasure. I decide when to give it to you," she admonishes you. The sting from her hand spreads across your cheek. It feels warm, almost radiant.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you reply automatically. You don't even have to think about it. That's who she is to you now. She is your Mistress, and you must do as she says.

"Very good. Now..." She stands up and walks over to her nightstand. You watch intently as she picks up a small metallic object that looks like... a key!

"... Since you've been such a good boy, and I've had such a rough day, I think..." She pauses as she steps closer to you.

"... we both deserve..." She lowers the key to your crotch.

"... a little..." She disengages the lock with her key. You hear and feel a small click.

"... reward," she finishes as she removes your cock cage and places it on the nightstand with the key. Immediately you begin to get hard as blood rushes to your dick. It feels so good to be finally free of that confining contraption! You're so distracted by you're newly freed cock that you're caught completely off-guard when she grabs you and throws you on the bed. You land on your back, stunned.

"Hands above your head," she orders sharply.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you respond and lift your hands obediently. A pair of automatic restraints come out of the head of her bed and snap around your wrists, immobilizing them.

"Wha... Hey!" you exclaim, taken completely by surprise. zh'Thracia just grins as she slides off her skirt and panties. She climbs onto the bed and straddles your body. Her hand reaches for your throat. You feel her exert control over your very being as her slender blue fingers tighten around your neck. She leans forward. Her snowy white hair brushes against your face as she whispers into your ear.

"I'm ready to claim what's mine." Her words send tingles down your spine. Her other hand closes around your shaft and guides it to her blue-hot pussy. She leans back and slowly sinks down onto you, penetrating herself with your cock. It feels so amazing, almost as if you're melting into her like a stick of butter!

"Ooohh yessss! I just love the feel of Terran cock!" she coos, revelling in the sensation. Suddenly, her demeanor changes. She looks into your eyes with what almost seems like distain.

"But then, your not a Terran, at least not the kind of Terran I know. You're an imposter, aren't you?" she asks, her hand still clapped around your throat and her sex enveloping your shaft until you're balls-deep into her.

She knows. The blood drains from your face. Panic wells up inside you. What will she do with you, kill you? **** you? Something worse?

"Listen, I don't care who you are or where you came from. You're mine now," she growls that last part as her hips rock back and forth. Her eyes roll back momentarily as she lets out a lustful moan before focusing on you again.

"From now on, I own you... Mmm, fuck! You exiisttt only to s...s...service me!" It's getting harder for her to talk as she rides you harder and harder. Her hand presses down on your windpipe, cutting off your air as she fucks you to your very core.

"Oh yes! Yes! YES! You're my fuck-**** from now on! Oh fuck yes! You understand me?" You can feel her climax fast approaching. So is yours.

"Yes, M-m-mistress zh'Thracia!" you say as you struggle to hold back, trying desperately not to cum until she does.

"What are you?" she growls.

"Your fuck-****, Mistress zh'...zh'...zh'Thracia!" you answer, bearing your soul for her to claim.

"Then cum for me fuck-****! Cum with me! Oh fuck, oh fuck! OH FUCK! I'M CUMMINGGGG... NOW!!!" At her command, you cum with so much **** it feels like your brain is melting. The strength of her orgasm matches yours as she arches her back and her antennae stand straight up. She screams wildly as her blue snatch convulses around your shaft, milking every last drop of your seed deep into her. Every nerve in your body is practically humming even as you start to struggle for breath. The corners of your vision begin to dim before she finally releases your throat. You gasp for air, and oxygen floods your lungs. She looks down on you with a satisfied grin and a post-orgasmic glow in her cheeks.

"That was amazing! You're going to make such a good fuck-****," she says as she gives your dick one final squeeze with her twat.

From that day on, your entire reason for existence is to give her pleasure. You're almost never allowed to leave her quarters, and you're never allowed to wear any clothes. The only words you utter are "yes, Mistress zh'Thracia." Other than that, you mostly use your mouth to pleasure her whenever she wants. Sometimes she'll have you pleasure other women like Johnson or Dixon or even some of the men as a special reward for them. Your cock exists only for her to fuck whenever she feels like it or to share with whomever she wants. In every sense, you've become her fuck-****, and you wouldn't have it any other way.