Science fiction | BDSM
A Dominatrix and Her Slave
Who’s the alien here?
The doorbell rang a second time. Whoever was disturbing the session was going to regret it.
It was just a dog, and she was about to close the door when it spoke, “Timmy’s stuck in a well!”
“The fuck if I care,” she replied, shooting him with the Beretta 950 she always carried when she had a client. Leaving the dog to die, she went back upstairs.
“What was that?!” He asked, forgetting to call her mistress in his distress.
“Don’t worry, honey. It was only a talking dog. I killed it.”
He looked at her, and she expected to see fear in his eyes, but she saw anger instead. “What did it say? WHAT DID IT SAY?” He shouted.
She was so surprised she didn’t even reprimand him for addressing her in such a disrespectful way. Instead, she answered. “It said Jimmy was stuck in a well or something.”
“Jimmy? Are you sure?”
“Yeah …, no …, who cares? Maybe it was Timmy. But what matters is that you didn’t call me mistress one time too many. Put your ass in the air. Brace yourself. You’re going to feel that spanking. It will be a fire caress, honey. And after, I will drill your asshole with my favorite dildo — I call it the hot blizzard. It’s cold and ruthless like a blizzard, but it will make your dark hole red hot and begging for more.
He looked at her with tears in his eyes. Was he afraid of his punishment? That would be a first. He usually enjoyed them.
“Rotten fish,” he whispered.
It was his safe word.
“What happened? I don’t understand. Is it about the dog?” She was lost, he had never used his safe word before, and he was her favorite client. He was usually very obedient. “But you said you liked it when I forced you to eat that stray dog last month?”
“I don’t care about dogs, but I cared about this one. It was supposed to wait for me at the door. I don’t know why it got impatient and rang. And now that you killed it, I can’t ask, can I?”
She knew he was a weird guy, but that was way up on her weird-o-fuck scale. And it was as high as the Eiffel Tower. “And why were you supposed to meet with a talking dog?!”
“It’s my handler. I’m a double agent for an alien race willing to steal earth from us. They need it in their solar system for reasons they never revealed. The dog was supposed to take me to outer space for a secret meeting. Now, let me go. I need to find a way to contact them.”
“I don’t think I will.”
“But I used my safe word. You have to let me go.”
She smiled at him. Still cuffed to the floor, he couldn’t escape.
“I don’t think I ever introduced myself properly all these years you’ve been coming for your sessions. I work for the GBI, the Galactic Bureau of Investigation.”
She had never seen him open his mouth so wide, not even when she had forced him to suck all of her toes at once.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I think you will even like your punishment. I sentence you to be my sex slave for the rest of your life.”
Thank you for the prompt, Jonathon Sawyer.
Total points: 12 Talking dog: 2 points Rotten fish: 1 point Eiffel Tower: 1 point Blizzard: 1 point Outer space: 1 point Juxtaposition: 5 points This summary: 1 point
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