My mistress forbids me from putting on the clothes myself, so I just wait patiently while she dresses me up, gently fondling me all over while she does. When she's all done, she grabs me by the collar and pulls me onto my feet, letting me stumble forward on high heels.
It all feels so very, very weird. I haven't worn anything save for my collar in months, and even though my top doesn't even cover the top half of nipples and the skirt doesn't even slightly cover my tiny, tiny little panties, I feel more covered than I ever have in my life. I'd forgotten what clothing on the skin even felt like.
"What do you think, Lady?" she asks me, tying a leash to my collar.
"Um," I murmur uncertainly, tilting my head at her. I don't know what to think of it, I don't know how she thinks I look. "Do I look good, mistress?"
"Absolutely gorgeous, pet," she says, patting me on the head. I beam at her, so delighted to hear her approval.
"Thank you!" I say, bowing my head for good measure. "Then I love it, mistress."
She ruffles my hair, and I kiss her gently on the lips to show affection. She breaks off quickly, and she lets my leash dangle for a moment while she grabs a small bag she packed earlier, tying it to her belt. Then she takes my leash again, and tugs me towards the door; I stumble, and she giggles as I nearly trip.
"Come on," she says, "let's take you for a walk."
My heart starts to race as she announces that, and I'm surprised by my own excitement, even though I likely shouldn't be. It's the first time she's taken me outside her cabin, and after all that time inside, I certainly welcome a little change in scenery.
She walks briskly out the door, through a corridor, and out one side of the bridge to reach another, passing by two men who pause to salute. She keeps me at the end of the leash, and with my nervous trot, it's all I can do to keep up. We walk down a hallway that looks vaguely familiar from the first time I saw it, then down a flight of stairs. As she leads me through the dimly lit, bottom deck of the ship, I see large machines and crates and visible pipes and other strange parts everywhere. When we get to the end of the room, there's a woman wearing a bandana, covered in grease, staring at some sort of panel on the wall. It takes her a while to notice my mistress, and salute her.
"Captain!" she says.
"At ease, Molly," my mistress says, waving her off with a sloppy salute. "How's the engine holding up? There won't be a problem getting to Corella by tomorrow, will there?"
"No, ma'am," the woman says. "I've got all the fuel lines tied off and working properly again. First thing in the morning, we'll be there."
"Good to hear," she responds.
"So, who's this hiding behind you?" Molly asks, talking about me, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.
"Remember how I took that freighter pilot from a couple months ago as a pet? This is her," my mistress says, and I wonder just how much the others already know about me. I guess I'm hardly a secret. "Go on, introduce yourself, girl."
"Um, my name's Lady. How do you do?" I murmur, and we shake hands.
"You're dismissed, Molly," she says.
"Yes'm," Molly replies with another casual salute. She turns, and walks out, adding, "Have fun, captain."
When Molly's gone, my mistress tugs on my leash, then pushes me in front of her. "Oh, I will," she assures me. "Now... we're going to play a game, would you like that?"
I nod; I don't really know if I'd like it, but when she asks a question, the answer is usually yes.
"Good," she says, and she slips me out of my bustier, leaving me topless again. She grabs my skirt, and tugs it down, leaving it on the floor. Next she's crouched down, unlacing my boots, and after a minute I step out of them, happy to be flat on my feet again. Then she taps me firmly on the crotch, still covered by panties. "And if you play really well, maybe I'll have to take these off." Now, that definitely know I would like, and I can't help but grin.
"The rules are simple," she says, her fingers idly tapping against my sex. "From now until I say so, you can't make a sound, understand?" I nod, and that doesn't sound too hard; I'm already not allowed to speak out of line, so it seems little different from normal.
She unties my leash, then before I know it, I've yelped out in pain at the sharp sensation of leather stinging my ass. She walks around in front of me, holding the leash folded over in her hand, looking disappointed, and then I gulp nervously as I realize what the point of this game is going to be.
"Bad girl! What did I just say?" she says sternly, shaking her head. I just frown and bow my head, wanting to offer an apology but thinking better of it. "Fine... do you want me to make it easier for you?"
Reluctantly, I nod. She unties the bag attached to her belt, grabbing something out of it, then dropping the bag itself onto the floor with a clatter of metal. Then she kisses me lightly on the lips, and whispers, "Open wide, dear." A little confused by eager for more of hot kisses, I open my mouth for her. The next thing I know, she's stuffed something large and rubber into my mouth, holding my jaw open, and she's tying a strap behind the back of my head. Then she pats me on the cheek, smiling, leaving me gagged.
"Oh, that's too cute. Now, that should make it easier for you," she says. She walks to my side, and this time, I'm prepared for it, as I feel the sharp pain of her snapping the leather leash against my ass; I don't make a peep. "Good girl," she tells me. I feel a little better, in spite of myself.
"Now, let's get you in place," she says, and she drags me a few feet over by my collar. "I want you to reach way up, as high as you can."
I do so, standing on the tips of my toes and reaching way up, avoiding a large pipe right overhead, covered in condensation. My mistress gets a small length of rope out of the bag, then comes back to me, grabbing my wrists. She presses them against the pipe, and it's cold, so very very cold to the touch. I shiver, while she quickly ties my wrists to the pipe, holding me up on the tips of my toes.
"Nice and snug?" she asks. I nod, but I'd be frowning if not for the gag. "Good." She lowers her hands to my breasts, and I brace myself for another strike, but it doesn't come; instead she just gently strokes the sides of them, and I shiver more, this time with delight. Then she starts to stroke my nipples, rubbing them gently. She goes down a little, kissing my left nipple, sucking on it gently, and I have to stop myself from moaning, feeling myself getting hotter and hotter at the sensation. Then she moves to the next, sucking firmly, until she's left me feeling incredibly hot and just as perky.
I shudder with pleasure, and watch with curiousity as she goes back into the bag, wondering what she'll come out with next. Then I realize her ulterior motives with horror, as I watch her come back with a pair of tiny clamps attached by a chain. She grins, and pats me on the cheek again.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine, Lady," she tells me, and I feel a little reassured. She clips each one gently onto my nipples, and I think, maybe it's not really that bad after all. Then she pulls on the chain, and suddenly they pinch so much harder, a sharp pain stabbing throughout my body. Caught off guard, I can't help myself, and I groan just a little in shock. A second later I bow my head, ashamed, but she's already upset.
"I said, completely silent! Bad girl!" she says, slapping me hard in the face. I keep my head bowed, looking away from her. "Lady, if I hear one more sound from you, I'm putting you in a chastity belt for two weeks, you understand?"
I nod hurriedly, horrified at the proposition, knowing full well that she'd full through on that threat.
She steps away, walking around behind me. Then I feel her strike me in the ass, again, and again, and again, and again, leaving it stinging even more with each hit. I feel myself overwhelmed by pain, my ass incredibly sore, and a sharp pain continuously running through my breasts. I force myself to stay silent, but I know my eyes are watering.
She walks around again, and smiles widely at me. I feel a little better, at least knowing she's not upset. "Oh, Lady, what am I going to do with you? You're drooling all over yourself, you dirty little girl," she says. I feel myself blush a little as I realize she's right, unable to help myself with the gag holding my mouth open. Then she pats me on the cheek. "Don't you worry about it."
She goes back to her bag once more, and I can't imagine what she could possibly have in store for me next. To my surprise, she returns with a thin bullet shaped item, surely a vibrator. She slips it into my tight panties, letting it sit shallowly but snugly against me, and then turns it on. It feels so, so wonderfully welcome right now, setting my whole hips abuzz with pleasure, and I start shuddering all over.
Then I realize that I haven't actually been given permission to come yet, and I look at her with horror; she just smiles back. "Go ahead, as much as you want," she tells me, and I sigh with relief into my gag. Then she tugs on the chain a little harder, sending a sharp pain through me again, turning to an overwhelming feeling of ecstacy rippling through my hips and throughout my body, biting down on the gag to stop myself from moaning. It continues to overwhelm me, a sharp pleasure making me shudder all over, from my breasts to down below, as I come, soiling my panties thoroughly.
My mistress smiles knowingly at me, untying the gag. She wipes it against my belly until it looks dry of spit, then she drops it on the floor, and reattaches my leash. I'm panting heavily, unable to help that, but thankfully, she doesn't seem to think that counts.
"Time to do what you love, pet," she says, pulling out a knife from her belt and cutting the rope around my wrist. I fall to the floor, completely off balance and unsupported, quickly bringing myself up to my knees, looking up at her. She puts the knife back in her belt and pulls down her pants and underwear, yanking me upwards with a tug of the leash.
Amazingly horny myself, feeling a second climax already approaching, I waste no time going at her, eager to fill my mouth again, eager to please. I eat her out in a frenzy, pressing myself against her even tighter than she can hold me, and when it's all done, my own panties are completely soaked, and she pulls my head back just a little, coming all over my face with a loud moan.
I look up at her, sticky and sweaty and wet all over, and she smiles back at me. She reaches down, carefully turning off the vibrator, but not bothering to remove it.
"Game's over, Lady," she says, patting me on the head. "I guess that didn't work after all, I thought you'd be better at it."
"I'm sorry, mistress--"
"Don't be, that's okay. We just won't play it again," she says.
I frown, looking up at her, but she says nothing else. I murmur softly, but still no response. I keep staring, anxious for her to give me permission to speak. I kiss her feet and paw at her ankles, hoping to get her attention, then look up again with parted lips.
"Do you have something to say, Lady?"
I nod rapidly.
"Go ahead," she says, staring back at me. Suddenly I feel incredibly nervous, but I force myself to say it anyway.
"Um... if you don't mind," I murmur softly, "we could, um... maybe we could practice it?"
I feel incredibly glad when I see her grin.