Falling Into the Shadow 6/?
anonymous
November 25 2014, 01:43:17 UTC
"You know, I was wondering just what color your bottom would turn given that your skin is slightly browner than Shepard's."
"Olive. Not brown -- oof!" Sam grimaced as Liara gave her aching bottom a playful swat.
"You don't look green to me."
"It's just an expression!"
"It's just an expression..." Liara countered.
"Mistress! Ow!"
"That's right. Now get on your knees, slave. For your bottom's sake let's hope that your mouth is better at licking azure than it is at addressing your mistress."
"Yes, Mistre-ooh." This time the pain was self-inflicted as Traynor slid back with a bit too much eagerness and accidentally sat down on her heels. She looked up at Liara, hungry for further instructions.
"My armor isn't going to take itself off."
"Right. Mistress." Hands trembling with excitement, Sam undid the clasps at Liara's waist before moving to the straps immediately beneath her breasts.
"No. Just the pants for now. I still have business to attend to."
Sam nodded and turned her attention to the armor covering Liara's legs. By the time she had the ceramic plates stacked into piles and had figured out how to unzip Liara's underweave, she was becoming impatient with the process, so when Liara's hand pushed her away from her newly revealed azure, Sam moaned in frustration.
"Remove it all." Sam paused in confusion -- didn't her mistress just say that she wanted this to be a quickie? That she had business to attend to? As if reading her mind, Liara chastised her:
"You are a slave. It is your place to obey, not to think." Sam shivered at the reminder and went about her work, removing Liara's boots and sliding her mistress's underweave pants and panties all the way down and off her legs.
"Very good. Now place my panties between my feet." Sam rushed to obey.
"Retrieve a pair of handcuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back." Sam hopped to her feet.
"Ah-ah. On all fours. Carry them in your mouth." Sam shivered as she lowered herself to her hands and knees. She blushed once more as she realized how the position showed off her sex and her... other hole, too. She could feel the heat of Liara's gaze on her rear as she made her way over to the chair. She reminded herself that her mistress had every right to look at those parts of her as she delicately scooped up a pair of handcuffs by biting gently on the chain and trotted back to kneel in front of Liara. She kept the cuff chain wedged between her lips as she looked upwards, tilting forward to hide the fact that her sex was already dripping from the attention.
"Very good. You look absolutely adorable like that, it almost makes me regret that I have to order you to cuff your wrists behind your back."
Sam grabbed the cuffs from between her lips and closed one end over her left wrist before passing the other cuff behind her back and fumbling with it until it too ratcheted shut.
"Kneel down. Press your nose to my panties and keep it there." Sam did as she was told. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine -- whether due to the worshipful position, the way bending forward exposed her sex to the air, or the slight whiff of Liara's musk she could smell on the panties, she could not say. But whatever it was, it stoked the fire within her until the throbbing in her sex drowned out even the throbbing from her behind. Once more, the fuzzy numbness of submission began to dissolve away the edges of her consciousness.
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 7/?
anonymous
November 25 2014, 01:43:54 UTC
"You are taking to this better than I hoped. You make such a good little pet."
Warm, unquestioning pride filled Sam's heart.
"It is time for us to talk about your new life. I don't know how frequently you think about the future, but if you are the type that likes to make plans, you are going to have to change them. Maybe you pictured yourself heading an Alliance R&D lab or captaining a science vessel. Perhaps you had ambitions outside of work. Family, kids... you will have none of them. Your entire life will revolve around serving and pleasing your mistress. Inhale."
Despite her growing unease, Sam obeyed. The scent of Liara's azure filled her sinuses and the panic receded. She ought to have been horrified at what Liara was describing, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to feel that way -- to be honest, she wasn't the type to make ambitious plans, and when she *did* think about the "future" it was often in the context of a fantasy that bore more than a passing resemblance to what was currently happening to her.
A boot pressed gently into her back, and although it was clearly more a show of dominance than an effort to physically restrain her, she obediently froze in place.
"As my slave, you will have a number of duties that you might find tedious or uncomfortable. You will perform them anyway. You will cook for me, clean for me, wash my clothes -- in addition to your own on the occasion that I allow you to wear any. You will serve my every sexual whim and fancy. Occasionally I might loan you out to clients or friends, and you will serve *their* whims and fancies with equal dedication. Men, women, humans, aliens... you will learn to serve them all. You will not be paid for any of your work and you will not have the right to refuse my commands. I will give you a safeword, but it is primarily intended to prevent you from coming to unintentional harm, not to give you veto power over my orders. I am not incapable of mercy -- but if you choose to disobey you will be whipped, caned, and physically coerced until you choose otherwise because ultimately your body belongs to me, and I decide how it is used. Understood?"
Sam should have run. Or fought. Or at least made plans to run and fight the moment the Shadow Broker looked the other way. But during Liara's speech she had slipped so naturally into accepting her new status that the powers of hindsight were the means by which she observe that a transition had happened at all. The only thoughts she could bring herself to entertain revolved around details of her new life: how frequently would her mistress use her? Would her mistress have any fetishes odd enough that she would need to be punished into complying? Could she teach herself to enjoy male company for her mistress's sake? Would she be able to live up to Liara's demands?
"Rise." Sam gently sat back up onto her knees. A wave of dizziness washed over her, but she managed to keep her bearings by focused intently on the glistening asari azure hovering a few inches in front of her face. Her mouth watered as a familiar scent washed over her, but she held back. She hadn't been ordered to begin. Yet.
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 8/?
anonymous
November 25 2014, 01:44:33 UTC
"Do you submit?" This time, Sam didn't hesitate.
"I submit."
She gaspedas a cold but soft strap of leather brushed across her throat. Shivers ran up and down her spine as Liara buckled the collar firmly around her neck, tightening it just enough to keep it in contact with her skin without inhibiting her breathing. She reflexively tried to bring her hands up to touch it, but the gentle pressure of steel against skin reminded her that her hands were cuffed behind her back. She sighed, hoping she would get to feel her new collar soon.
"Then please your mistress." Liara's hand firmly guided Sam's head forward. She didn't need the encouragement, but she reveled in the reminder of her submission. Sam focused on the task at hand, darting forward and extending her tongue to catch a drop that was beginning to form on Liara's nether lips. She moaned as the taste of her mistress burst across her tongue, sending her into a frenzy. Diving in, she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of Liara's slit with what seemed to her like admirable restraint. A gentle tug on her hair suggested otherwise, so she lightened her touch, running her tongue across Liara's scales with featherlight pressure.
Liara moaned and soon decided that she was ready for her slave's enthusiasm. She brought Sam forward once more, gasping as she felt her tongue dart inside her folds, running along the inside of her outer lips before dabbing playfully at her entrance and retreating to the other side of her sex. Clearly this wasn't Sam's first time with another woman. Even though Liara was tempted to let Sam show off her skills, the task of dominating the adorable human had worked her into a bit of a frenzy. Her self control crumbled and she thrust forward, discarding Sam's teasing minstrations in favor of using her nose and face as a rubbing post.
Liara could feel her slave's tongue occasionally make contact even as she thrust up and down across her face, depositing streaks of moisture and tantalizing sparks of friction as she went. Admiration for Sam's dedication was the last thing to cross her mind before an orgasm washed all conscious thought from her mind. Liara involuntarily dug her fingers into Sam's hair (to the point of mild pain, but Sam didn't mind) as she crested the wave. To Sam's delight, transparent ejaculate splashed against her face and began to drip down her chest, evidence of a job well done. As Liara began to work her way down from her climax, she ran her hand through Sam's hair, smiling down at the woman kneeling in front of her with eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. She had no illusions about the morality of what she was doing to the poor woman, but Sam's peaceful features momentarily silenced the guilty voice in the back of Liara's conscience. How could something feel so perfect yet *be* so wrong? Liara didn't know, but for the first time she felt an honest ray of hope that her plan could actually work -- for both of them.
"Olive. Not brown -- oof!" Sam grimaced as Liara gave her aching bottom a playful swat.
"You don't look green to me."
"It's just an expression!"
"It's just an expression..." Liara countered.
"Mistress! Ow!"
"That's right. Now get on your knees, slave. For your bottom's sake let's hope that your mouth is better at licking azure than it is at addressing your mistress."
"Yes, Mistre-ooh." This time the pain was self-inflicted as Traynor slid back with a bit too much eagerness and accidentally sat down on her heels. She looked up at Liara, hungry for further instructions.
"My armor isn't going to take itself off."
"Right. Mistress." Hands trembling with excitement, Sam undid the clasps at Liara's waist before moving to the straps immediately beneath her breasts.
"No. Just the pants for now. I still have business to attend to."
Sam nodded and turned her attention to the armor covering Liara's legs. By the time she had the ceramic plates stacked into piles and had figured out how to unzip Liara's underweave, she was becoming impatient with the process, so when Liara's hand pushed her away from her newly revealed azure, Sam moaned in frustration.
"Remove it all." Sam paused in confusion -- didn't her mistress just say that she wanted this to be a quickie? That she had business to attend to? As if reading her mind, Liara chastised her:
"You are a slave. It is your place to obey, not to think." Sam shivered at the reminder and went about her work, removing Liara's boots and sliding her mistress's underweave pants and panties all the way down and off her legs.
"Very good. Now place my panties between my feet." Sam rushed to obey.
"Retrieve a pair of handcuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back." Sam hopped to her feet.
"Ah-ah. On all fours. Carry them in your mouth." Sam shivered as she lowered herself to her hands and knees. She blushed once more as she realized how the position showed off her sex and her... other hole, too. She could feel the heat of Liara's gaze on her rear as she made her way over to the chair. She reminded herself that her mistress had every right to look at those parts of her as she delicately scooped up a pair of handcuffs by biting gently on the chain and trotted back to kneel in front of Liara. She kept the cuff chain wedged between her lips as she looked upwards, tilting forward to hide the fact that her sex was already dripping from the attention.
"Very good. You look absolutely adorable like that, it almost makes me regret that I have to order you to cuff your wrists behind your back."
Sam grabbed the cuffs from between her lips and closed one end over her left wrist before passing the other cuff behind her back and fumbling with it until it too ratcheted shut.
"Kneel down. Press your nose to my panties and keep it there." Sam did as she was told. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine -- whether due to the worshipful position, the way bending forward exposed her sex to the air, or the slight whiff of Liara's musk she could smell on the panties, she could not say. But whatever it was, it stoked the fire within her until the throbbing in her sex drowned out even the throbbing from her behind. Once more, the fuzzy numbness of submission began to dissolve away the edges of her consciousness.
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Warm, unquestioning pride filled Sam's heart.
"It is time for us to talk about your new life. I don't know how frequently you think about the future, but if you are the type that likes to make plans, you are going to have to change them. Maybe you pictured yourself heading an Alliance R&D lab or captaining a science vessel. Perhaps you had ambitions outside of work. Family, kids... you will have none of them. Your entire life will revolve around serving and pleasing your mistress. Inhale."
Despite her growing unease, Sam obeyed. The scent of Liara's azure filled her sinuses and the panic receded. She ought to have been horrified at what Liara was describing, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to feel that way -- to be honest, she wasn't the type to make ambitious plans, and when she *did* think about the "future" it was often in the context of a fantasy that bore more than a passing resemblance to what was currently happening to her.
A boot pressed gently into her back, and although it was clearly more a show of dominance than an effort to physically restrain her, she obediently froze in place.
"As my slave, you will have a number of duties that you might find tedious or uncomfortable. You will perform them anyway. You will cook for me, clean for me, wash my clothes -- in addition to your own on the occasion that I allow you to wear any. You will serve my every sexual whim and fancy. Occasionally I might loan you out to clients or friends, and you will serve *their* whims and fancies with equal dedication. Men, women, humans, aliens... you will learn to serve them all. You will not be paid for any of your work and you will not have the right to refuse my commands. I will give you a safeword, but it is primarily intended to prevent you from coming to unintentional harm, not to give you veto power over my orders. I am not incapable of mercy -- but if you choose to disobey you will be whipped, caned, and physically coerced until you choose otherwise because ultimately your body belongs to me, and I decide how it is used. Understood?"
Sam should have run. Or fought. Or at least made plans to run and fight the moment the Shadow Broker looked the other way. But during Liara's speech she had slipped so naturally into accepting her new status that the powers of hindsight were the means by which she observe that a transition had happened at all. The only thoughts she could bring herself to entertain revolved around details of her new life: how frequently would her mistress use her? Would her mistress have any fetishes odd enough that she would need to be punished into complying? Could she teach herself to enjoy male company for her mistress's sake? Would she be able to live up to Liara's demands?
"Rise." Sam gently sat back up onto her knees. A wave of dizziness washed over her, but she managed to keep her bearings by focused intently on the glistening asari azure hovering a few inches in front of her face. Her mouth watered as a familiar scent washed over her, but she held back. She hadn't been ordered to begin. Yet.
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"I submit."
She gaspedas a cold but soft strap of leather brushed across her throat. Shivers ran up and down her spine as Liara buckled the collar firmly around her neck, tightening it just enough to keep it in contact with her skin without inhibiting her breathing. She reflexively tried to bring her hands up to touch it, but the gentle pressure of steel against skin reminded her that her hands were cuffed behind her back. She sighed, hoping she would get to feel her new collar soon.
"Then please your mistress." Liara's hand firmly guided Sam's head forward. She didn't need the encouragement, but she reveled in the reminder of her submission. Sam focused on the task at hand, darting forward and extending her tongue to catch a drop that was beginning to form on Liara's nether lips. She moaned as the taste of her mistress burst across her tongue, sending her into a frenzy. Diving in, she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of Liara's slit with what seemed to her like admirable restraint. A gentle tug on her hair suggested otherwise, so she lightened her touch, running her tongue across Liara's scales with featherlight pressure.
Liara moaned and soon decided that she was ready for her slave's enthusiasm. She brought Sam forward once more, gasping as she felt her tongue dart inside her folds, running along the inside of her outer lips before dabbing playfully at her entrance and retreating to the other side of her sex. Clearly this wasn't Sam's first time with another woman. Even though Liara was tempted to let Sam show off her skills, the task of dominating the adorable human had worked her into a bit of a frenzy. Her self control crumbled and she thrust forward, discarding Sam's teasing minstrations in favor of using her nose and face as a rubbing post.
Liara could feel her slave's tongue occasionally make contact even as she thrust up and down across her face, depositing streaks of moisture and tantalizing sparks of friction as she went. Admiration for Sam's dedication was the last thing to cross her mind before an orgasm washed all conscious thought from her mind. Liara involuntarily dug her fingers into Sam's hair (to the point of mild pain, but Sam didn't mind) as she crested the wave. To Sam's delight, transparent ejaculate splashed against her face and began to drip down her chest, evidence of a job well done. As Liara began to work her way down from her climax, she ran her hand through Sam's hair, smiling down at the woman kneeling in front of her with eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. She had no illusions about the morality of what she was doing to the poor woman, but Sam's peaceful features momentarily silenced the guilty voice in the back of Liara's conscience. How could something feel so perfect yet *be* so wrong? Liara didn't know, but for the first time she felt an honest ray of hope that her plan could actually work -- for both of them.
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