For being in the middle of deep space, this morning was a lot more eventful than it should've been. While we scavenged the useful parts of the freighter, we ran into a close encounter-- less than a million miles away-- with an Imperial patrol ship, forcing us to leave with only half the bounty we would've wanted from the wrecked ship. On top of that, one of the officers got into a highly heated argument with me over whether or not we should try to track down another bounty before heading into port.
Well, I'm the fucking captain, and I didn't get to be that way by being reckless or impatient; I made it clear that we weren't in the habit of wasting our time when the cargo hold is already nearly full. The point was made, but it was just another reminder that this isn't a naval ship; my orders aren't absolute, so I damn well need to constantly prove myself to the crew to hold command.
But as I open the door to my cabin, I feel a little bit better when I see the girl we picked up yesterday, the girl who spent last night sleeping naked at my feet. At least there's one person who won't ever dare to challenge my authority. It'll take some time to whip her into shape, but... I think it'll work out well; I'm excited.
She's dangling her legs over the edge of my bed, seemingly too nervous to say anything, and looking at her, I realize that I'm going to have to start with that right away.
"Pet," I say to her, walking over. She looks up at me, waiting, and I let her hang on that. "Did I say that you could get dressed?"
"I... I guess not," she stammers, looking confused.
"So why are you, then?" I lean in, glaring at her. I pinch her pale cheek to underscore my point, pulling sharply.
"Ah! Ahhh!" she cries out in pain, and I find myself trying to stop myself from laughing, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Her eyes instantly turn to an adorable, pleading look, and her cheek is turning red. "I'm sorry! Ow, I'm sorry!"
I let go, trying to keep a stern face in response. I make a note to myself, I absolutely must be strict with her, I need an excuse to get her to keep reacting like that.
"So get undressed like you're supposed to be, pet!" I say to her, briefly touching her red cheek just to see her twitch.
"O-of course," she says, giving one of her clumsy nods. Her fingers quiver as she unbuttons her shirt, and I can't help but smile as her tiny-but-shapely tits fall out. Soon enough she's got all her clothes off, and I take them from her, dropping them into a garbage bin. Her eyes follow me, looking distraught. "But..."
"Pet, your body belongs to me now, remember?" Oh, and what a body, I think, putting my hand on her waist, feeling her shiver as I run my fingers along her delicate curves. "And I want to see it, all of it. Only I'm allowed to dress you up, understand?"
She clumsily nods again, and she seems flustered as she stammers softly, "I understand...."
"Now, on your knees, pet," I order her, gesturing to the floor. She's slow to move, hesitant as she gets off the bed, kneeling down in front of me. That's okay; she'll learn her place soon enough, it'll just take some time getting comfortable in it. I pat her on the head, and ruffle her long, golden hair a little. "That's a good girl," I say.
She just turns a little flustered. "Here, I have something for you," I tell her, and then I squat down, pulling a nylon cargo strap out of my pocket. I spent half an hour rummaging through our cargo holds for something appropriate, but it was the closest thing I could find for her. She'll have to settle for it now; a girl with her looks deserves something much nicer, I'll have to buy one for her as soon as we reach port. She stares at me, looking confused.
"It's a collar, just for you," I explain, wrapping it around her neck tightly, then fastening the buckle. "If you're a good girl, I'll get you a nice, proper one. What do you think?"
She pauses for a moment, and I can tell she's a little taken back. Her hands wander, feeling the band around her neck that shows she's mine. She starts to open her mouth, then hesitating, taking a moment to figure out the right answer.
"It's good," she says, calculatedly. But then she blushes, and sincerely admits, "It's... kind of a nice feeling, actually." I smile.
"Now, how do you show your gratitude?"
She takes a moment to think about it, then remembers, leaning forward and kissing me with her soft, tender lips. I feel afraid to be too forceful in response, as if her sweet mouth is something tender and delicate that I could break, and instead just savour it as this small, adorable naked woman who belongs to me explores my mouth.
Despite the wonderful sensation, I force myself to break it off, standing up again. I look down at her, and shiver with delight at her longing gaze up at me. I don't know what makes me hotter; the sight of her quivering lips and lusty stare, or the knowledge that they belong to me and only me now.
"Thank you...," she adds softly. Enamored, I pat her some more.
"Oh, such a grateful little girl...," I tell her, stroking her hair as she keeps staring. I shiver a little, turned on now more than ever, and I have to force myself to take control again, to not just give in and fuck the hell out of her where she is right now. "That's a very good girl," I assert, keeping my calm.
I slip off my pants, walking around her, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Turn around," I tell her, and she scoots about so she's facing me, as I pull off my top, naked in front of her but for my panties. "Now... does my good little pet want a treat?"
She nods, lust still in her eyes, and I stroke her hair a little. "There's just a few rules I need to teach you, understand? If you can be an obedient girl, I'll reward you. Would you like that?"
Another clumsy nod from her, staring right into my eyes.
"Very good," I tell her. I start to go over everything I can think of: she is to address me as either mistress or ma'am; she must wear her collar at all times; she may not sit on the furniture without permission; she must show her gratitude for any rewards without being reminded; that's all I can think of, for now, but I tell her there may be other rules. I stroke her hair and her tit as I explain, making sure she has reason to hang on my every word.
And then I grin, taking perverse pleasure as I explain that she'll be given privileges if she's good, too: she is allowed to speak whenever spoken to; I'll dress her up at my own whim; and if she's really good, I'll let her come. I try to be as cruel as I can, to provoke some sort of outrage from her, but surprisingly, she just keeps nodding quickly in agreement.
I try to think of something, anything. After a moment of her just staring longingly, clearly eager, I finally figure out what to say. I let go of her, readying my hand.
"So, pet, what's your name?"
She starts to stammer, "I... my name's Jessica Ro--"
Instantly, I slap her cheek as hard as I can, making a loud clap as it hits, and she lets out another of her adorable cries, "Ow!" I nearly melt at the sound.
"What did you say your name was?"
"It's Jessi--"
I slap her again, unable to stop myself from grinning at the sound of another cry. Her cheek is red again, so I ask again, to the same response, slapping her with my other hand. And again it's the same, gracing me with her adorable cries, rosy cheeks, and a begging stare. I wish she would keep giving me the same wrong answer forever, I'm in love with how cute she is, her cry and her face. It's so precious.
"What's your name, pet?" I demand.
"I...," she stops, quivering, finally too afraid to say anything.
"Well?"
"I... er," she starts again, stammering adorably for the right answer. "What is it, mistress?"
Inside I'm a little disappointed that I don't have a reason to hit her again, but I smile anyway, and she twitches as I gently stroke her sore cheek.
"Good girl. I think...," I say, dragging it out. "I think a beautiful little pet like you deserves a dignified, elegant name. Would you like that?"
She seems a little uncertain, but nods all the same.
"Good! I think I'll call you 'Lady.' How does that sound?" I cruelly tell her, grinning. A look of embarassment crosses her eyes, but then she just nods, and rubs her cheek against my hand.
"Thank you," she murmurs, then she leans forward, raising her chin in the air, waiting with slightly opened lips. I just stare at her, confused, until I realize what she's doing: she wants to kiss me, she's trying to show her gratitude. I'm taken aback, shocked at her reaction to the terrible dog name I've put on her; feeling flustered myself below the waist, it takes me a moment to come back to my senses, and I bend over, kissing her again.
Now more than ever I want to let go and just fuck the hell out of her, to give something back in response to her sweet, tender kiss, and this time, I give in. I force myself to break off again, and I smile earnestly at her, and I ruffle her hair.
"Oh, good girl, good girl...," I tell her. "I think you deserve a reward after all...." I scoot backwards on the bed until there's enough room, and I pat the sheets in front of me. "Come here, Lady!"
She quickly climbs up, sitting in front of me. I can't help but stare at her, her pussy looking as precious and delicate as the rest of her body, as she lets me spread her legs. Then I grab her by the ass, and I pull her towards me; she wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her closer still, making her grind against me. I whisper "good girl," in her ear, then I kiss her as she starts to grind up and down on me without any further cue.
She closes her eyes, murmuring softly into my mouth as she kisses me, and I hold her tightly. My body shudders with delight, finally getting what it needs from her, our rubbing crotches getting wetter, and I feel like letting go of her would be the most painful thing imaginable. I just want more, more, more of her, and I press her against me even tighter, finally unable to stop myself from forcing myself on her own delicate mouth.
I continue to shudder, and I feel a heat rushing through my body, knowing that I'm nearly ready to come. I break off from the kiss, and quickly, I grab her by the hips and push her away, stopping her loving grind. She gasps loudly, and stares at me with a confused expression, but it disappears when I reach under her, starting to rub her roughly. Then I grab her by the hair and quickly yank her face down. She wastes no time, immediately start to kiss again with those tender lips with the same passion, coming all over my fingers and soon enough, I find myself moaning, more and more. I can't hold myself, and a wave of pleasure rushes through my hips, gushing all over her face.
I hold her there, letting her gently ease me through it, and I'm much more gentle when I finally raise her head. She smiles warmly at me with her sticky lips, and I know that she must really, sincerely, be glad to finally get some release. I stroke her hair tenderly, smiling back, both of us panting.
"Wonderful, Lady... did you enjoy that?"
"Thank you," she says ever softly with a nod. Then she bows her head even more, and I continue to stroke her hair as she gives me another of her amazing shows of gratitude. This time, I don't pull her away until she's finished.