by Larissa Ladd
Jan’s intent gaze took her in, and Andrea began to unbutton her blouse slowly, wondering to what extent he actually wanted her to perform. His attention was riveted on her as Andrea revealed more and more skin, peeling her blouse off and letting it fall to the floor, slithering out of her tight jeans, standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties for a moment, an eyebrow raised in question. Jan nodded slightly, indicating that he wanted those items off too. Andrea turned her back to Jan and unhooked her bra, guiding the fabric away from her skin slowly. She slid the straps along one arm and then along the other, letting her heavy breasts tumble slightly out of the garment. She looked over her shoulder at him and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Andrea bent forward, pushing the fabric down along her thighs, past her knees, letting him see the curve of her ass, the flash of her sex between her legs. She stepped out of the panties and covered her breasts with her crossed arms, affecting modesty as she turned to face him.
“This is very good,” Jan said, his voice low and intense. “Drop your arms, show me all of you.” Andrea had to admit something about the inherent eroticism was getting to her. She was getting wetter by the moment, her body was tingling all over, her chest felt warm from the rush of blood in her veins. She let her arms fall to her sides, and Jan’s gaze darted down to admire the slight bouncing of her breasts as they were freed.
He pulled the collar out of the bag. Andrea tilted her head back, a protest on her lips, but Jan moved quickly, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “You are my Little One,” he murmured softly. “You will remember. This will help you.” Andrea swallowed, catching her top lip between her teeth in doubt. Jan carefully wrapped the collar around her neck until the leather just pressed against her skin, in full contact, a slight weight against her collar bones. She heard the clink of the buckle as he closed it at the back of her neck, the subtle metallic squeak of the ring at the front. This was an entirely new level of commitment to BDSM, Andrea thought, feeling herself becoming more aroused in spite of her instinctive doubts.
Jan tugged lightly at the D-ring at the front of her collar and led Andrea into the bedroom. Andrea trembled, already feeling helpless, already feeling herself giving in to the overwhelming will of her alien Master. Jan put the bag down at the foot of the bed. Andrea knew, without having to be told specifically, she was to remain silent. He withdrew one of the spreader bars from the bag. It bore fuzzy-lined leather cuffs on either end. He stepped behind her and Andrea took a deep breath to hold herself still, to suppress the impulse to try and escape.
One cuff closed around her left wrist, tightening until the leather cut slightly into her skin. Andrea felt the weight and pressure of the bar against the small of her back as he attached the other one. She tensed against the bindings. Her arms were immobilized at her sides, her breasts pushed out from the position of her shoulders, pulled back. She bit into her bottom lip, stifling the urge to protest, to ask him what he was going to do to her. This was an act of trust. This was an act of submission. It was training. Andrea took a slow breath.
She heard Jan moving around, heard the crinkle of the bag, and then, his hand closed around her leg, spreading it apart, widening her stance. Another cuff closed around her skin, cold and then warm, tightening until she felt the leather digging in. Jan brought her other leg against the other side of the spreader bar, and she was trapped in an instant, her legs spread, cold air brushing along her thighs, along the curve of her ass, along her slick folds. Andrea shivered, struggling to maintain her balance in spite of the awkward position.
Jan stepped in front of her, something in his big hand that she couldn’t see. “Beautiful, Little One. You are beautiful, my Drea.” His eyes drank her in, a slight smile curving his lips. He cupped her breast with one hand, let his touch wander down to her hip, between her spread legs. As his fingers stroked her labia slowly, Andrea let out an involuntary moan, squirming as much as the restraints would allow. Jan’s fingers worked between her slick folds, finding her pleasure center by touch. He rubbed her slowly in swirling circles, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “I love how wet you become,” Jan told her, his voice approving, “but this is training.” He withdrew his fingers and Andrea whimpered, frowning.
Jan gave one of her breasts a firm squeeze. Andrea obediently fixed her face into a neutral expression, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Jan opened his other hand and she saw a cruel-looking pair of nipple clamps fixed on a long, silvery chain. The ends were capped with some kind of rubber material, but they still looked painful to her vulnerable gaze. Her alien Master took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to twist and roll it, and Andrea moaned as it firmed to his touch, electric jolts of sensation shooting through her. She closed her eyes and felt the cold close around her sensitive nub, the shock of the initial contact deepening as it tightened and then tightened again. She let out a whimper as the cold spurs dug into her—and yet she was more turned on than ever, fluids flooding along her labia.
Andrea opened her eyes as she felt a slight tugging against her nipple, as she heard the metallic clinking of the chain. Jan threaded the chain through the ring on her collar, the clamp tightening and pulling. He teased her other nipple into quick firmness, pinching it before closing the other clamp around it. Andrea tugged at the wrist restraints helplessly, squirming and shaking her head, though she couldn’t say exactly what she was protesting—she couldn’t form words as hot and cold flashes of sensation jolted through her. “You will wear these until I take them off,” Jan told her firmly. Andrea swallowed against the constricted feeling of the collar.
Andrea nodded slowly and Jan went back to the bag. Oh god, she thought, trembling, barely able to hold herself up from the weakness in her legs, the distracting pain in her nipples echoing through her breasts and down to her sex. What is he going to do to me next? Andrea forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply. She felt more vulnerable and hopeless than she ever had before with Jan. If you use the safe word, he will stop, she reminded herself. He always does. He believes in the safe word.
She heard the bag crinkling and closed her eyes, and then a low, humming whir. She felt a moment’s relief, it wasn’t going to be more pain, and then she realized that Jan was going to tease her with pleasure instead. It’s not fair! she thought.
From behind her, she felt silky straps caress the skin of her hips, sliding along the curve of her ass and then moving around to the front. The humming intensified, moving closer. Andrea cried out as she felt a small, hard vibrator press against her pleasure center, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that was almost too much with the stimulation she had already received. “Not yet, Little One,” Jan told her firmly. “Control yourself.” Andrea gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath as the vibrations continued to hum steadily at the little bead of nerves above her slit, driving out any ability to think that had lingered in the face of the pain in her breasts. She swallowed, closing her eyes and focusing down. She could do this. She could withstand this. The silky ties tightened around her thighs, winding around her hips, and the vibrator was lashed to her body firmly. No amount of struggling or squirming would move it.
Jan turned her towards the bed, and Andrea shuffled awkwardly at his prod, wincing as every movement made her breasts shake, jolting her already sensitive, already aching nipples. Use the safe word, she thought. He’ll have to stop. The buzzing at her pleasure center was driving her crazy, making her muscles tighten convulsively with need. But she didn’t want to use the safe word, she didn’t want it to stop. Jan pushed her carefully onto her front, lifting her head to keep her face clear of the blankets. As her breasts pressed against the mattress Andrea groaned in pain and pleasure, confused between the impulses dancing along every nerve in her body, and more turned on than she thought any human could reasonably bear. For an instant, Andrea was scared that Jan was going to spank her, she was certainly in position. “This is not punishment,” Jan told her, as if he had di
vined her thoughts. Andrea sighed with relief, giving in to the inevitable. Even if she had wanted to flee, she couldn’t. She didn’t want to—if she had been truly afraid, she would have used the safe word.
Over the sound of the vibrator against her sex, Andrea heard a liquid, squirting sound and frowned, trying to think of what it could possibly be. She shivered and gasped in the next moment as she felt Jan’s warm, thick fingers, newly slickened, trailing down the cleft of her ass. “No,” she said, the words coming immediately to her lips. “No, no, no.”
“You said that you would try,” Jan told her. “You remember the safe word, do you not?” Andrea pressed her lips together. She did remember the safe word. Did she want to use it? Jan’s fingers continued their descent. The vibrator was humming and buzzing away, making it impossible to think.
“Yes, Master,” Andrea said, knowing that some response was required. His fingers slid down, coming to her tight pucker. She could use the safe word, and he would have to stop. He would stop, she knew he would. But he was right, she had agreed to try. Jan’s fingertip swirled around the tight ring of muscle, pressing only slightly, massaging in time with the purring vibrator between her legs. Andrea sagged against the bed, eyes closed, giving in to the experience even in the face of her doubts.
Slowly, Jan’s thick finger pushed into her, rubbing, probing, and teasing her muscle until it began to relax in spite of itself. Andrea breathed in sharply as his digit sank into her, the slick feeling somehow dirty but appealing all at once. She heard another liquid squirting sound and the finger inched in deeper, spreading more of the cool slickness inside of her most private hole. It began to tingle, and Andrea moaned, closing her eyes tighter, trying not to fight the sensation. Soft, helpless whimpers left her lips as Jan’s finger pushed deeper inside of her, stretching the tightness, leaving her feeling oddly full. That’s just a finger…think about…oh god. She heard more lubricant being dispensed and groaned as a second finger invaded her, making her shiver at the cold, slick, tingling feeling that coated her tight, virgin pucker, sinking into her with a kind of inevitability. Jan spread his fingers, curling them inside of her, stretching her, forcing her body inexorably to accept the penetration he was giving her. “Good, Little One,” Jan said, his voice almost a purr in her ears. “Very, very good.”
After a few moments the fingers withdrew and Andrea exhaled, hoping against hope that the worst of the training session was over. But again she heard the liquid squirt, the gulp as the bottle of lubricant sucked in air to replace the fluid it expelled. Then something cold, slightly rigid, began to press into her. She groaned, burying her face against the mattress, as the blunt, wide probe pushed into her body slowly, past the meager defense that her tight pucker threw up, filling her inch by inch. She couldn’t deny that as the plug slid along her lubricated walls, she was getting wetter and wetter, more and more turned on. She could barely contain the orgasm that was building up inside her moment by moment, as her body reluctantly accepted more and more of the plug. Finally, she felt the base of the toy against her skin, felt the forward movement stop.
For a long moment, Andrea lay there, shivering helplessly, her pleasure center throbbing, almost uncomfortably full from the plug inside of her. She realized she was tugging and squirming at the binds on her wrists, fighting against the subjugation without thought. Every movement brought a fresh wave of sensation from her clamped breasts to compete with the full, thick feeling inside of her tight pucker, the tingling deep inside her most intimate hole, the throbbing heat of her sex. “You will hold like this for ten minutes,” Jan said. “And when that is done you will receive your reward.” Andrea shook; she would have thought, mere hours before, that she could not possibly enjoy having anything inserted anally. She would have thought that there would never be any trouble holding back from orgasm under such a circumstance. But she bit her lip, breathing as steadily as she could, struggling to keep from tipping over into the climax that was so close she could taste it.
Time lost all meaning for her, and Andrea whimpered, moaned, and cried out as she writhed in a mixture of subtle discomfort and deep, mind-blowing pleasure, trying to find something to focus on in the midst of overwhelming sensation. Jan murmured encouragements, praise, as she grappled with what was happening to her body, with the conflicting feelings of vulnerability, debasement, arousal, pain and pleasure that coursed through her, obliterating all thought.
Finally, the pressure along her inner walls began to let up. She felt every inch of the plug retreating, felt her muscles flex as it slid out of her slowly, leaving behind a slickness that felt both dirty and deeply sexy. “That did not hurt,” Jan told her, almost making it a question.
“No, Master,” she agreed. She felt his fingers sweep against her labia, checking her, felt them sink in as he probed her sex.
“You enjoyed it,” he said, his voice full of amusement. Andrea felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
“Yes, Master,” she said quietly.
“Do you want to come for me, Little One?” Jan gave her ass a playful smack.
“Yes, yes, please, Master, please let me come,” the words flew from her lips, obedient and eager, almost needy.
“As a reward for your submission,” Jan started to say. He lifted her up carefully, turning her around. The pressure—the insidious, deep pain—of the clamps disappeared and Andrea moaned out with pleasure as circulation returned, as relief flooded her. She kept her hands in tight fists; she had not actually been given permission yet. Next the restraints at her wrists fell away, and Andrea fell back against the bed, the shock jarring her sensitive breasts, sending a new wave of sensation through her body.
Within moments, her legs were freed, and then she felt them being draped around Jan’s waist, felt the heat and rigid hardness of his member pressing against her needy sex. He left the vibrator purring and buzzing against her as he thrust into her hard and fast, filling her all at once. Andrea reached up, grabbing for his face, pulling him down to kiss him hungrily as his hands wandered over her body in loving caresses. “Come for me, Little One,” Jan murmured against her lips, and Andrea cried out as the last inhibition left. Wave after wave of relief flooded through her body, and she pushed her hips down to meet Jan’s hard, fast thrusts, moaning uncontrollably as her climax ripped through every nerve.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master,” Andrea cried out, over and over again, almost sobbing with relief. She felt Jan reach his own orgasm. As her climax crested, Andrea’s mind spun into darkness, every muscle tensing and then immediately relaxing. Everything went away except for deep pleasure and relief.
Andrea was ripped out of the deep haze of pleasure and contentment by the sound of Jan speaking sharply in his own language. She opened her eyes, her eyelids still feeling almost irresistibly heavy, and turned her head to see him speaking into the communications device. Her heart beat faster as he spoke, sounding angry and harsh. Andrea swallowed against the instinctive fear that formed. What was happening?
There were a few more comments back and forth, before Jan lowered his voice to a hiss, delivering some kind of command that was met by an almost-meek response. He pressed something on the device, and set it aside. “What’s the news?” Andrea asked, her heart beating faster.
“I am officially last to bring in a woman,” he said. “The other scientist just came in with his subject. They are waiting for me.”
“Are they really going to believe that you were killed?” Andrea asked. Jan reached out, cradling her body against his.
“They will have to,” he said, stroking her everywhere. His hand brushed her sensitive breast and Andrea shivered. “My…” he made a sound, a word in his own language, and pointed to the device. “It will be destroyed. They will no longer be in contact with me.”
“What about that thing you said your people had? The implanted alarm thing?”
Jan dismissed the idea with a gesture, “It is not in play. Just this device, to stay in communication.
No longer in communication, I must be dead. Or presumed dead.”
“What happens to your betrothed? The woman you promised to marry?”
“She will be betrothed to someone else if she must. Or she will be my widow.” Jan brought Andrea’s face up to his and kissed her hungrily. She could feel his member already beginning to stir. “We must discuss our rules.”
“Again?” Andrea frowned playfully.
“Yes. We must have rules as Master and sub. For you to be my Little One, my mate.” Andrea cuddled close to Jan, wondering how it was possible that she could feel closer to this man than any other human she had ever met, so soon. How she could trust him more than any other man, how she could feel such a deep respect and even, she shivered at the realization, even love, after less than a week with him.
“Okay,” Andrea said. “So what are the rules?”
Jan considered the question. “First,” he cupped her breast lightly, looking over her body with undisguised appreciation. “First you must begin to get naked the moment you come home from your work.”
“As soon as I walk in the door?”
Jan nodded, “You will take off your clothes and put on your collar and present yourself to me.”
“What if I come home first?”
“Then you will wait for me. With the collar on, to signal your willingness to submit to me.”
Andrea pawed at the collar, “But I don’t have to wear it all the time, do I?”
Jan admired the length of leather around her neck for a moment, sighing in contentment, before shaking his head, “No. Only when you are in training. Only when you are to submit to me as my sub.”