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Yes, I’m definitely falling in love with her, I thought. No one could ever have convinced me to believe in love at first sight, but I was quite happy to accept that a few hours of truly intense sexual contact and strict discipline could launch a dominant man and a submissive woman toward a bond of what humans still called romantic love after all these millennia.
“Look at me, my dear,” I said. Again the words came out more harshly than I had intended. I accepted that, too; Sara’s needs had called out my dominance in a very special way. I couldn’t quite control that—the strength of the erotic need I had now.
I pumped my cock gently in my left hand. Sara swallowed hard, and I knew to my satisfaction that her mouth must be watering, just as it should. Her eyes went round, and stayed on my hardness as if she hadn’t heard me, though of course she had.
“Sara,” I said, owning the roughness in my voice fully now.
She gave a little gasp, and then a kittenish whimper came from her throat, of mingled need and fear and shame, so arousing that I had to let out a bearish grunt. The cane I had laid atop her back wobbled a little but stayed where I had put it as the symbol of her subjugation—and her planet’s.
“Pure gravitium,” George said, and I reflected that in the culture that had designed the naughty lingerie in which I had dressed Sara they would have said ‘gold’ instead.
Sara had looked up, too, meeting my eyes with a fearful expression that stirred the mercy in my heart as much as the desire in my cock.
I reached out with my right hand and cupped her chin, running my thumb gently over her cheekbone.
“Go ahead when you’re ready, Philip,” George said in my ear. “Two, stay on her vagina and anus, but pull back just a bit so we can see the panties. That’s it, thanks. One, medium shot, please, and favor Sara’s face. I want to see her take Philip’s cock that way and intercut with your close-up, three.”
“Open your mouth, Sara,” I said, finally finding the gentle tone I most wanted: kind, but also subtly degrading, emphasizing the subservience she must get used to as my obedient fuck toy. “It’s time.”
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Sara
Time.Did he know that I had never done this before? My cheeks burned despite everything he had done to me already, everything he had made me do simply by demonstrating, over and over, that I wanted to do it… no, not wanted, yet… but stillneeded.
All the things my body positivelydemandednow that my guardian, my master had taken my little cunny in hand.
Now that he had freed his hard cock and his balls from his uniform trousers, and confronted me with it, like a metaphor for the cane across my bottom again and again… the horrid thing still across my back, for me to keep there as long as he chose.
I thought of the obscene, degrading shots the director must be displaying to the galactic audience. I wondered, wildly, whether the uniforms of Magisterian officers had been designed to allow this display of rampant dominance. I looked up into Philip’s eyes and something about the crinkles at their corners and the angle of his chin made me let out a moaning whimper. I could see that he cared for me, and that it meant he would never hesitate to discipline me as severely and shamefully as I deserved.
It’s time, I said to myself. I opened my mouth and I felt how, mortifyingly, it had watered as if my master had offered me the most delicious treat I could imagine. My brow crinkled as I kept looking up into Philip’s eyes, mesmerized by his steady brown gaze.
“Put out your tongue,” he told me.
Oh, no.I could see it, what it would look like… the triumph of it, for the Magisterian Federation: Major Harrow’s hard erection on the tongue of Sara Granzofar. I found that I had started to shake my head very slowly and very subtly, as absurd as it seemed to show any defiance at this much too late moment.
The hand on my chin tightened its grip a little, so that I shuddered all over, the cane wobbling again and the thought of what would happen if it fell down sending a thrill of fear and need through me. Philip’s left hand released his penis and reached out. I felt him lift the cane off my back. I took two gasping, frightened breaths, and I put my tongue out.
The cane came down, not hard but with enough force to make me cry out at the renewal of the fiery agony there. My sexual response was also mortifyingly immediate: my hips actually thrust out as if I wanted my master to whip me again, and I felt my pussy clench hard. The idea that the camera had captured that made me moan, and I looked woefully up into Philip’s face, begging him to make it quick—to begin using me at last as I should be used, and to take me away, detach me again from myself so that all these things I needed would befall that other Sara.
His right hand moved from my face, to grasp his hard cock lightly and to move it gently onto my tongue. I let out a little cry at the shameful thing my master had done, in putting that arrogant length of rigid flesh there. The musky masculine scent got much stronger. Philip moved his right hand back to my face, cradling the back of my head, his fingers in my hair where I could feel how the purple ribbon kept a sort of disheveled order.
He tapped my bottom with the cane, and I mewed around the head of his cock, my jaw starting to ache a little. At that moment I felt myself detach, and I felt the governor curb me hard because suddenly the discomfort and the humiliation all seemed to join together into that impossible to describe mix of need and pleasure.
That other girl wanted her guardian’s cock so badly she sobbed to have him thrust it into her. She wanted him to whip her, too, because only naughty girls sucked men’s penises.
“Good girl,” Philip murmured, and thrust his hardness inside me.
The cock was too big. I sobbed at how hard my master pushed it into me, how deep it went. It pressed against my tongue, and I instinctively tried to draw my head back, but Philip enforced my service: he held my head in place so that he could control the depth of his stiff penis’ intrusion as he liked.
He liked to have it deep, much deeper than a new concubine-in-training could easily accommodate. I cried out as Philip used me for his pleasure, our eyes still locked in a mutual gaze of dominance and submission. He fucked my face, and he kept tapping my bottom with the cane, gently, to remind me what would happen if I failed to please him.
Distantly I felt the governor moderate my pussy. To my dismay, my hips rode up and down with each thrust in my mouth, begging Philip to enjoy me in the place I needed him most.
“That’s it, Major,” the prince said from my left. I hardly registered his words, though; they seemed to describe a scene on a different world, on another arm of the spiral galaxy. The whimper from Viola, though, seemed for an instant to have come from me, so thoroughly had I begun to identify with her.
“My friends,” His Royal Highness continued, “as you can see, this act of submission on Sara’s part has called from her a level of sexual arousal so great that even with the Prosperian governor to rein in her pretty cunt she still can hardly wait for her fucking. What level do you have her set at now, Major Harrow?”
