Little one continually surprised me.
First, she was able to call the cleansing tap in the bath—something that only I should have been able to do, since the ship was specially attuned to my mind—and then she proved able to read every alien language I showed her—including my native tongue of Korgish.
Lest you think this is a minor achievement, let me assure you—it’s not. Scholars from other planets study for many solar years to be able to master even the smallest fraction of Korgish. It’s a difficult language and there are several variations including Low or Vernacular Korgish which is spoken by the LowBorns, High Korgish which is spoken by those of my own caste, and Court Korgish, which may only be uttered in the presence of the Sovereign as she sits upon her throne.
All of these vary greatly and yet when I showed different examples of them to little one, she was immediately able to read and speak each of them with ease. I was beginning to wonder if this was the La-ti-zal power the Commercians had promised when I bought her. Maybe she was able to act as a kind of universal translator for alien languages.
If that was the truth of the matter, I could scarcely have been more pleased or proud of her. I had already had a very high estimation of her intelligence—this only increased it.
She was extremely helpful in correcting the short piece I had written in my report about her home world. Her knowledge of her planet’s cultures and customs was extensive and it broadened my view of the little blue and white world immensely.
I was now more than ever determined to keep her by my side. I could see how valuable she would be to me back on Korrigon Four. Overseeing an entire continent is heavy work—it would be wonderful to have someone next to me who could assist me. I decided I would begin giving her reading assignments—teaching her about the history and culture of my home world, which was about five times the size of her own. When we got back to Korrigon Four, we could work as well as live together—it would be an ideal relationship.
But in order to keep her with me, I knew I had to bind her to me tightly. If she was a female of my own people, I would breed her and sign a mating contract with her but there were two problems with that. First, one does not sign contracts with one’s pets. And second, even if I crossed convention and signed with her, mating contracts are limited to the space of either a solar year or—if a child is conceived in that time—as long as it takes for it to be born. After that, the two parties go their separate ways. Also, I have given my word as a Korrigon Overlord not to breed her—a promise which was unbreakable.
More and more, I was realizing that I didn’t want to be parted from little one—ever. Her sassy ways and naughty little smile brightened my life and her soft, curvy little body was so much more attractive to me than that of a female of my own world. I didn’t want to lose her after only a solar year—so the idea of signing a contract with her didn’t appeal to me.
No, I told myself, it was far safer to keep her as my pet. If I elevated her to an equal, I would surely lose her. The best thing I could do was strengthen the Master/pet bond as much as possible and seal it firmly when the time came to ensure keeping her.
And in order to do that, I needed to deepen our sexual connection. But slowly—a bond cannot be rushed. As the saying goes on my planet, “The slower a bond builds, the deeper it runs.” I fully believed that. So I was going to continue with her Sex Pet training, but I was going to go at my own pace—which was probably going to drive little one a bit mad, because she wasn’t going to be allowed to come for quite some time. But at the same time, I had to keep her in a state of sexual need, in order to get her ready to receive me when I finally decided to seal our bond…