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When I woke up, I was still spooning Tiffany, but Cassiopeia had taken Penelope’s place in the bed. I guess I didn’t hear either of them moving in the house.
I slept well enough to feel disoriented on my awakening. After only a few looks around, I remembered why I had a metal bar in my mouth, why I had a butt plug in my rectum, and why my hands and feet were restrained.
When he stood up, I grabbed him with one arm and untied my bathrobe with the other. Being in the state of unbalance, he fell on the bed, lying on his back. I stood up, let the bathrobe fall of the floor, and threw myself naked at him.
“Let’s assume that everything you said it true. I am indeed in the future and there are 4 other copies of me. Can I meet them ? Can they confirm you are not a raving maniac ? ”
The afternoon and the evening had been perfect in everyway. Being “used” sexually by Richard before supper felt amazingly great and the supper itself had been surprisingly been exciting, especially since both Candy and I still had tomato sauce dried on our nude body.
The next morning, Patrick decided to punish Emily some more by forcing her to stop playing her fantasy during the day.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
From the outside, the little houses looked desperately tiny. At first, I had imagined a couple living in each of the metal containers and found them terribly inadequate.
Master Harry returned with a few objects in his hands, which he one by one, set either on the floor, or on one of the rings.
Jeff opened the door. I was so happy to see him.
He untied me from the table. After countless days, I was free from the mistress.
I now had been officially initiated into the secret art of lesbian love-making but I still didn’t feel completely aware of what it was involving.
City Hall was just another one of the big anonymous buildings placed at the end of the streets.
It wasn’t even labelled or decorated. No flags or flowers announced it.
Without any additional word, my leash was pulled, and I was brought inside the mansion. Lighting was dim, and my peripheral vision prevented me from seeing much of it. About 20 steps of the left in a small office, I recognized my handler from the limo, currently giving a report on my performances to a large man sitting behind the only desk.
Yet another dinner eaten alone in the little dinning room. At least if I could eat with Katryn and Jeff, instead, the only human contact I had was thru a chirping intercom. Unfortunately, when I was the most alone, during the day, Jeff and Katryn were doing their chores. And when they were available, my Master would be there.
Jasmine had opened a door in my sexuality I wasn’t about to close. She had kissed me while I was having sex with her husband and she made me realize that I had been missing out on roughly half of the human population.
I was still cuddling Stephanie when my cell phone rang. Both of us were still naked on her bed and Tim was still kneeling by the bed, equally undressed.
And so, I spent the rest of the afternoon walking the various streets of the city, familiarizing myself with the architecture.
After a few minutes of prancing in the field, we reached the proximity of a small paved road I could barely see on my right. I felt a pull on my jaw, to the right, making me panic. I knew how to pull, but not how to turn!
Over the next following days, routine slowly settled in. I had started watching the movies. The video games, however, were quite old.
I wasn’t always very open sexually speaking. I wasn’t particularly inhibited but I wasn’t always as outspoken as I am today.
I was still completely high from the sealing ceremony. It was exciting and I could clearly see that my place was in the sacred source society.
One of the older women stepped forward from the crowd.
“Why are you wearing clothes ? Are you trying to insult our customs and laws ? Even if you are a just visitor, you need to follow the rules”
The way I was sitting in the limousine prevented me from seeing my master, and he chose to remain silent. I spent some time looking at the empty seat ahead of me in the Limo, dozing off and losing all sense of time and direction. Every time the car turned, stopped or accelerated I could hear the bells on my nipples ringing briefly, exciting me some more.
I feltĀ asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I clearly knew how I was woken up:
I was hit strongly on the side by a cane, leaving a long red mark.
So here I am. Living in the wooden ark with my beautiful girlfriend Sylvana and her girlfriend Linda.
The new ceremonial room was much smaller and consisted of a normal class room with all of the desks pushed in a corner of the room.
I stopped caring. I almost stopped feeding myself. If I had still been in economic class, I would have most likely starved to death without anyone noticing, but in First Class, Paulio made sure I ate enough each day, going so far as dragging me naked from the pool so I would eat.
The flight was the most intense hours of my human life: I was about to become, hopefully, permanently silenced and my plan was making me really nervous.
All the work made me hungry, and according to my master’s clock, it was noon: I felt tired, probably because I lacked energy.
So, I am not really bisexual. I prefer men above women most of the time. Well, I also prefer Pedro above most men, but that’s another discussion.
After a few weeks spent entirely alone in the economic section of the ship, I started to seriously feel space sick. Have you ever spent weeks without seeing a single human being while being assured you wouldn’t feel contact with another person before at least another 10 months?
The next morning, my master woke up disoriented.
“You know Susanna; you gave me a lot of nice dreams tonight. I dreamed we were alone on the beach, making love all day”
Sylvana had opened up a hole in her barrier by kissing both of Linda and I.
To encourage her to open up some more, as soon as she returned to kiss me, I lead her by the hand back on the bed where we laid down.
I always loved being a pony girl for a long period of time.
It let me express my more animalistic desires and helps me be even more submissive.
Lindsey had barely recovered from her triple play when she learned she already had a new customer.
She had rested a little in the client’s bath after he was gone but she still felt a little overwhelmed by the few hours she had spent in his company.
The mirrored door opened, showing him with his bath robe. He ordered me to close my eyes, and I heard him entering slowly the water.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
When I woke up in Tim’s bed, I was alone. Confused, I slowly sat on the side of the bed to regain my grasp on the previous night’s events.
There are three main types of space ships. Shuttles are only used for carrying people between the ground and a space station. They were generally rather smaller and completely entered inside space port docking stations.
I wake up first but quickly realized that a comforter had been placed over our naked bodies.
It was the one from my room and I wondered where it had came from and how it arrived on top of us.