Finding a buyer for our cargo takes about as long as I'd expect, which is much longer than I'd like, and it's by far the part of being captain I hate the most. Hours at a time in the seedy bars of the space port, trying to find someone interested in whatever cargo we managed to pick up and who doesn't need to have it pass Imperial inspections? It's usually pretty difficult, especially when you have a very limited time span to offload your goods.
Six hours later, I've finally got a buyer, and all that's sitting in our hold is a small crate full of silver dollar coins. When it comes down to it, my take is a measley six thousand.
After business is done with, I bring my cut back to the port. It takes me a while to find a pet store on the large space station. I buy the nicest, most comfortable looking leather collar I can find, with a matching leash. And I thank the man working at the store when he asks if I want any tags for it, the thought having slipped my mind; I get her one shaped like a heart, with her name adorning one side, and on the other, the type "If lost, please return to Tash Edwards." Now she'll have a constant, loving reminder of who she belongs to. Deep down, I hope she likes it.
My next stops are buying her clothing, so she'll have something to wear when I'm taking her outside. I settle on a bustier, a pair of frilly panties almost as cute as she is, a skirt short enough to show them off, and high heeled boots, all black. Nobody but me will ever get to see her naked body, that's my privilege, but I want to keep her uncomfortable. All told, the whole outfit costs me nearly $1200, but I gladly pay it, since it's for her.
I carry the bag back to the ship at last, glad to be done after such an exhausting day. I think about what I'm going to do with Lady as I make my way to my cabin; I bet I could probably get another couple beltings out of her this evening before she gets control of her reflexes. I wonder how long I'll be able to keep doing that, before I have to think of another excuse. I just want to see those adorable, begging eyes, and that precious cry.
Then I open the cabin door, and I nearly gasp in shock. Lady is sitting on the floor, waiting patiently in front of the door; the floor around her is perfectly clean. Not only that, but my desk is all tidy, my bed is made, and my nightstand is free of clutter. My cabin was an absolute mess when I'd left it in the morning; now it's amazingly clean and tidy. I'd never even thought of asking her to clean up for me, she just did all this on her own.
She's smiling a little, her lips open, clearly wanting to say something.
"Lady?"
"Mistress!" she responds, enthusiastically. "What do you think?"
I just stare, amazed. I didn't order her to do any of this... but she did it for me, anyway? It warms my heart, and I smile back, amazed that my captive pet would go above and beyond like that just to make me happy. I crouch down and hug her tightly, stroking her hair.
"Good girl," I tell her, "oh, good girl. Such a good girl, such a loving little pet." When I let go of her, she's blushing.
I keep smiling down at her, and I ruffle her hair, while I think. I couldn't possibly hit her, not after she did such a sweet thing for me. I kiss her on the forehead, still delightfully shocked.
"I've got just the reward for you, pet," I say to her, ruffling her hair again. Her eyes light up, and I unbuckle her old makeshift collar. Then I grab the new one from the bag and show it to her, letting her read the tags.
"Cute...," she says quietly, and I pull the collar around her neck tightly. She touches it, staring up at me while I attach it; then suddenly she kisses me on the lips.
"Thank you, mistress!" she beams.
Still ever delighted, I pat her on the head, ruffling her hair. "Good girl," I tell her again. "Now... let's play a little. Would you like that?"
She nods.
"You saw my chest of toys while cleaning up, didn't you?" Another small nod. "Go, fetch something from there. Your choice."
She bows her head, and I swat her on the ass as she scurries off. While she looks carefully through the box, I undress myself, and I almost feel a little bit bad to leave my clothes in the middle of the neatly cleaned floor. Almost.
Then she returns with a blush on her cheeks, and my strap-on in her hands. She puts it down on the floor in front of her, staring up at me, eagerness in her eyes. I smile at her, thinking of what I'll say.
"That's awfully demanding," I tell her, watching her jump as I prod her in the cunt. "Do you really think you deserve to be fucked like that?"
"I...," she stammers, bowing her head, looking embarrassed now.
"I just don't want to spoil you," I say, tilting her head back up, my thumb covering her lip. Then I kiss her on the tip of the nose, just so I can watch her shiver in delight, and she doesn't disappoint. "You don't want to be a spoiled little bitch, do you, Lady?"
She pauses, then she shakes her head just a little.
"Hmm," I murmur, still holding her head tightly, staring at her. "Beg."
I let go of her head, and she lowers it even more. "Please, mistress...," she whispers. "Please...."
"Head on the floor, Lady," I order her, and she quickly bows even further so her forehead is pressed against the floor. "Now, come on, beg properly... please what?"
"Please, fuck me, mistress... just... please... I really want it...," she stammers softly, tilting her head just enough to look up at me. It's such a cute sight, I feel like I could melt. I struggle to think of something to keep her like that, desperate to hold her like this for longer.
I raise my foot a little, putting it right in her face. "Kiss it," I tell her.
I'm shocked at how quickly she reacts; without the slightest hesitation or pause, she immediately kisses my toes, and again, and again. After the first few, she moves in closer a little, taking my foot in her delicate little hands, planting her tender kisses up and down the sides, and I can't help but gasp at the sensation of her enthusiastic lips.
"Mmm... that's good, Lady," I say, and I push her head back with my heel. She responds by looking up at me, then after a moment's realization, her head is back down on the floor again, staring up at me desperately.
"Please, mistress... please, would you fuck me?" she whimpers softly, perfectly subservient. I couldn't possibly say no to that whimper, not for anything in the world; she's so perfectly sweet. I nod, smitten by her show of begging.
"Up on the bed," I tell her, and when she realizes why, she grins widely.
"Thank you, mistress! Thank you so much!"
She crawls over to the bed, her hips swaying gorgeously. I hurry up and slip into the harness, tying up the straps impatiently. She lays there, staring at me in anticipation, and I hurry on up after her. She spreads her legs for me, but I just shake my head.
"Roll over, Lady," I order her, and seemingly without understanding, she obeys all the same, turning over so she lays on her chest. "Good girl," I tell her once again. Then I grab her hips, pulling her ass upwards into the air, until she's on all fours, and I can't help but swat her adorable behind playfully; before I grab her hips once more, and shift her upwards enough so I can bring her onto the dildo. I pull her onto me slowly, and she lets out a loud, long, wavering moan as I fill her. It's such a wonderful, such a sweet sound.
I hold her tightly, still for a moment, and she shudders underneath me, and it delights me to know that she's longing for more. I give it to her.
I start slowly, watching her body bounce lightly underneath mine with each thrust, enjoying the sound of each happy moan that comes with it. I've never heard her like this before, and after a while, I pause, slapping her on the ass while I leave her gasping.
"You love this, don't you, Lady?" I say softly, and this time it's not teasing, just a statement of fact. She looks at me over her shoulder, and I can see that her cheeks have turned completely bright red. She nods with more enthusiasm than I've ever seen, despite her embarassment, and I ruffle her hair. "Of course you do, you adorable little tramp."
I push her head so she's facing forward again, and I start thrusting into her again, pounding harder now, her whole body shuddering more and more each time. I've never heard anyone moan so loudly, with so much delight. Her hips start to twitch even more, and I grab her head, pushing it down into the bed, and I halt my thrusts once more, leaving her on the brink of climax.
"How's that for your reward, pet? Ready to call it a night?" I mock her, and she shudders under me.
"Nn...," she manages to groan. "Please... d-don't..."
"What's that? Would you like something more?" I ask her softly, stroking her waist just to see her squirm more.
"Please, mistress, please... I beg you...," she starts to cry in the sweetest, most terrified voice. "Don't leave me like this... p-please... please... nnnn...."
I stare down at the tiny, quivering little naked woman, crying and pleading to me, and I can't help myself, can't possibly say no to something as sweet as that. I pull out of her, and after letting her whimper in horror for a good few seconds while I unstrap the toy and toss it aside, I reach forward, pinching her clit with as much force as I can. Her whole body suddenly convulses, and she lets out a cry loud enough to be heard across the whole ship; she comes with an amazing force, ejaculating onto me. I hold her head firmly down throughout her orgasm, and when I finally let her come up, she's left her juices all over me.
I pull her head backwards, forcing her to shift position until she's kneeling in front of me once more. I sit cross legged and hold her head so it's bowing.
"You filthy girl, clean up your mess," I order her with as much sternness as I can muster. She just obeys immediately, first grabbing my hand and sucking each finger clean of what she left on it, then leaning forward, licking her juices off my belly with an unbelievable enthusiasm. "That's a good girl," I tell her.
She murmurs softly with ecstacy, and as I look at her eyes, I see that she's beaming up at me, as delighted as can be.
"Thank you, mistress!" Then she bows her head even lower without any prompting, kissing my toes repeatedly. Her kisses turn to gentle laps of her tongue, and I can't help but grin at her wonderful display of affection.
Between each, she stops to blurt out again and again, "thank you, mistress, thank you, mistress, thank you, thank you, thank you, mistress, I love you, I love you, I love you, mistress..."