Sir and I fell into a kind of routine after that. In the morning we would get up and have nutritional gel cubes for breakfast. Sir had tried several times to make me different foods, but even though our mind-to-mind connection was stronger now, the Matter Synthesizer still couldn’t seem to get things right. It kept producing vaguely food-shaped plates of goo whenever Sir tried to make it synthesize the Earth dishes I craved.
I asked several times if I could try wearing the Control band and speaking directly to the Matter Synthesizer myself, but on this point, Sir would not yield.
“No, absolutely not,” he told me sternly. “Controlling the Matter Synthesizer requires far more mental power than your little human brain can generate, little one. If you tried, you could fry all your synapses! I forbid it.”
He looked so stern and foreboding that I stopped asking, though I was getting really sick of the bland Jell-O like cubes.
After breakfast, we would work together on Sir’s report for his Sovereign. I helped on the Earth part of it and I learned a lot from reading the rest—all about the other Twelve Peoples and their planets, cultures, and societies. It amazed me to realize that—far from being alone in the universe, as human scientists had often speculated—we were actually in a galaxy teaming with other sentient species who mostly left us alone because we were considered “too primitive” to bother with.
Lunch was more nutritional cubes and then we would spend some time on my training. And now that Sir had decided to make me his Sex Pet, we had reached a new level.
“What are those?” I asked, when he brought out a little box and opened it to show me the contents. The box was lined in velvet, like a jeweler’s case, and several shining pieces of golden wire were displayed on the soft material.
“These are your Sex Pet pieces, little one,” Sir told me. “You’ll wear them if I ever decide to put you in a Pet Show.”
“Wear them how?” I asked, looking at the pieces in confusion.
“Well, these fit on your breasts,” Sir explained, pointing at two little golden springs with diamond drops attached to them. “Here, up on your knees and I’ll show you.”
We were sitting on the side of his vast bed together and I did as he asked immediately, getting up on my knees and presenting my bare breasts to him. When he had first gotten me from Earth, doing this would have felt embarrassing. But Sir was so familiar with my body now and I was so used to him touching me that I seldom hesitated to obey.
“Very good, little one,” he said approvingly. “Now, your nipples have to be nice and tight for these to fit correctly so let me just…”
He finished the sentence by ducking his head and sucking my right nipple deep in his hot mouth.
“Oh, Sir!” I moaned as the pleasure rushed through me.
He made a deep sound in his throat, swirling his tongue around my nipple several times, before finally releasing it.
“There,” he murmured. “I think you’re ready now.”
Carefully, he wound the little golden spring around my tight nipple. It caused my little bud to become even more erect and the diamond droplet hung from the bottom of it, resting against the bottom curve of my breast.
“Beautiful,” Sir said, nodding in approval. “Now for the other one.”
He sucked my other nipple as well and fastened the golden spring around it. Cupping my breasts in his big hands, he jiggled them slightly to watch the diamonds dance.
“Lovely,” he told me, rubbing his fingertips over the engorged tips of my nipples until I moaned. “See how much more sensitive you are now?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I panted. “But…but what about that other stuff?” I nodded at the jeweler’s case, still lying open on the bed beside him.
“Oh, that’s your pussy jewelry,” Sir informed me. “Lie on your back and spread your legs wide so I can put it in you, little one.”
I was a little concerned that he said he wanted to put the golden jewelry in me rather than on me, but once again I did as he said. Obediently, I lay down on my back on the silver coverlet and spread my legs for him.
“Such a good little pet,” Sir murmured approvingly, stroking my inner thighs with his big, warm hands. “I love how you open right up for me, little one. I’m so proud of how obedient you’ve become.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured, and I couldn’t help squirming with pleasure at his praise. I had always told myself I was a modern woman and I didn’t need any man’s approval. But it was different with Sir, somehow—I loved it when he approved of me and told him so. I couldn’t seem to help myself—not that I wanted to. Part of being his pet was actually fun, I had to admit.
“Now this little golden piece is going to fit just inside your outer pussy lips and hold them open to put your inner folds on display,” Sir explained, as he bent over me. “And this little piece is called a ‘clit collar’—it will circle around your tender little clit to keep it nice and erect, just like your nipples.”
As he spoke, he fit the jewelry inside me. I didn’t know how or why it stayed where he put it and didn’t fall out—some kind of alien technology, I guessed. But for whatever reason, it stayed in place exactly where he put it and held open my outer pussy lips, showing my inner pussy very well.
But I soon had other things besides alien technology to think about. When Sir put the thin golden ‘clit collar’ piece around my aching button, I nearly came from the direct stimulation of his long fingers stroking and touching me.
“Oh…Oh, Sir…Master!” I gasped, as he gently and patiently wrapped the tiny golden collar around my throbbing clit. “Please…please, I’m so close!”
“I know you are, little one—but I’m not ready for you to come just yet,” Sir told me sternly. “And that’s the purpose of the clit collar—it will heighten your sensitivity without letting you orgasm.”
“It will?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment.
“Of course.” Sir frowned at me. “It wouldn’t do to have a pet coming during a show, now would it? A Sex Pet show is about displaying one’s pet—not pleasuring her, after all.”
“I don’t know because I’ve never been in one,” I pointed out sulkily—I really needed to come!
“Hmmm,” was Sir’s only reply as he finished placing the clit collar. “There…that looks lovely.” He leaned over my spread thighs and pussy, admiring his handiwork. “Now your lovely little clit and your inner cunt are fully on display. And you’ve been so good, I think I should give you a reward.”
“A…a reward?” I asked warily. “Are you going to let me come?”
“Not quite yet, little one. Remember, the clit collar will keep you from it.”
“I don’t see how it can,” I remarked. “I’m so damn close I feel like anything might push me over!”
Sir smiled at me.
“Well, maybe you’ll find out for yourself. Which brings me back to your reward. I think such lovely obedience deserves a kiss, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at me, a mocking little grin playing around one side of his mouth.
“A kiss?” I asked uncertainly. “You mean on my…uh?”
“On your sweet, open pussy. Yes, little one. And I’ll tell you what,” he said to me. “I’ll let you rub your hot little clit against my tongue as long as you like and you can see for yourself how the clit collar functions.”
And before I could answer, he bent down and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my spread pussy.
I gasped at the intimate contact. And just as he had promised, I could feel his hot, wet tongue pressing right against my aching button.
“Oh…oh, Sir!” I moaned, wiggling my hips to rub against him. I couldn’t help myself—I wanted to show self control and just lie there, but the pleasure was too addictive. I found I was rubbing against him shamelessly and while Sir didn’t help me by licking or sucking, he didn’t move either and simply held his position, letting me work myself into a near frenzy against his tongue.
But no matter how much I rubbed or how close I got to the edge, I simply couldn’t come. It was maddening.
At last I stopped and lay there, panting with frustration.
“You see, little one? No orgasms until I say so,” Sir murmured, withdrawing at last and licking his lips. “Gods, your pussy makes sweet honey,” he added.
I was positively dripping by this time as well as aching with unrequited lust.
“Are you some kind of a sadist or what?” I panted, looking up at him.
“No, I’m simply teaching you proper pet discipline,” Sir told me sternly. “A well-trained Sex Pet doesn’t come unless her Master allows it. Now, up on your hands and knees and spread your thighs wide. We must get you into proper Pet Position to display your considerable assets.”
He got me up on my hands and knees, my nipples and clit erect and my pussy spread wide.
“Sir!” I moaned softly. “Why…why is this necessary? Putting me in this position, I mean.”
“If we were really in a pet show, the judges would need to see you like this,” Sir lectured me. “While judging, they must be able to see all your assets clearly, from your large breasts and tight nipples hanging down to your slippery inner cunt and throbbing clit, little one”.
Now that he had me in position, Sir circled the bed, looking at me from all angles as though he himself was a Sex Pet judge. He touched me occasionally, reaching out to tweak one of my nipples or to gently tease my swollen button until I moaned and bucked my hips.
“No, no, little one.” Sir frowned at me disapprovingly. “You must hold still while the judges examine you.”
“Even if they touch my pussy?” I demanded.
“Especially if they touch your pussy,” Sir said sternly. “A good judge will want to check for wetness and depth, you know. Like this.” And he thrust two long fingers deep in my open cunt, making me moan and gasp. “No, little one—you mustn’t make a sound,” he warned me, withdrawing his fingers. “A good pet lets herself be examined and judged without a word. Now, let’s try again.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hung my head submissively and held still as he slid his long fingers deep inside me again and finger-fucked me for several moments.
“That’s good, little one,” he murmured, watching me as I held the proper Pet Position and let him fuck me. “Very good indeed. I’m extremely proud of you for opening your pussy and letting the judges test you.”
We practiced like this every day and I got better and better at holding the right position. It was poor pet performance to act out when the judges tested you, according to Sir. So I had to stay silent on my hands and knees with my thighs spread wide, not moving a muscle even when he finger-fucked me and tugged my nipples and rubbed my aching clit until I thought I would go crazy with the pleasure he was giving me.
I didn’t think my Master ever really intended to put me in a show, but making me practice as though I was going to be in one certainly made me hot. I had given up telling myself that being submissive didn’t turn me on. I had to be honest—submitting to Sir and letting him touch me however he liked made me hotter than hell and it seemed my pussy was always wet and slippery for him.
Sir took full advantage of this. He had synthesized a full set of expanders and while he didn’t make me wear them during the day, he did sometimes test my pussy with them when I was in training. Just as when he put his fingers in me, I had to remain in position and silent while he plunged bigger and bigger expanders deep in my pussy, as though he was a judge testing to see how much I could take.
“The true test of a good Sex Pet is if she can take her Master’s shaft deep in her pussy,” he would lecture me. “Sometimes during judging, the judges require the Master to step forward and prove he can fit his entire cock deep inside her.”
“They…they do?” I looked up at him uncertainly. I could just imagine myself up on a stage with a silent judge watching as Sir knelt behind me and thrust his long, thick shaft deep in my open pussy.
“Oh yes.” Sir nodded. “Sometimes he is even required to fuck her and fill her with his cream to prove she can take him to the hilt and let him breed her if he wishes to.” He shrugged. “It’s all part of Sex Pet judging, which is a long and respected tradition on my home world.”
“But…does he ever actually breed her?” I asked uncertainly. “Or does he just fuck her?”
“It depends on the wishes of the judge,” Sir told me. “But yes, sometimes breeding is required, especially in large competitions when they come to the final judging. Then, when it comes down to only two or three contestants, is when actual breeding comes into play.”
“It…it does?” I asked.
Sir nodded.
“Oh, yes, little one. Whichever pet can best hold Perfect Pet Position while she takes her Master’s cock and cream as he breeds her will be judged the winner.”
“But how can the judges tell if the Master actually bred his pet or if he only fucked her?” I asked, frowning.
“Oh, by the color of the cream in her pussy when he finishes,” Sir told me. “If it’s silver—like my precum is for you, little one—that means the Master has only fucked his pet. But if the cum in her pussy has a golden sheen when he finishes in her, then the judges know he had actually bred her and planted his seed deep in her belly.” He shrugged. “Of course, a pet is very likely to get pregnant from such a show, which will put her out of the competitive Sex Pet circuit for some time. But many Masters consider breeding their pet worth the risk in order to win a large and prestigious show.”
I bit my lip.
“I didn’t know it, uh, changed colors.”
Sir frowned.
“Does it not with human males?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s pretty much always just white with human guys.”
“How boring,” Sir remarked. “And imprecise. But let’s get back to your training, little one,” he added. “Hold your thighs open wide for this new expander.”
As he spoke, he slid the biggest expander yet inside me. I could feel my inner walls stretching to take it all as he thrust it deep in my open, unprotected cunt.
“Are…are we going to practice that too? Having you inside me, Sir?” I asked him, struggling to hold still as he filled me. “Fucking me and…and filling me with your cream?”
“Not yet, little one,” he murmured, fucking gently in and out of me with the thick expander. “You’re doing better, but you’re still not ready to have my shaft filling you to the root.”
“I might be,” I protested.
“No.” Sir shook his head. “You’ve come a long way, though. Remember when I first bought you from the Commercians? Your little pussy was so tight you could barely take my finger inside you. And now, I’m fucking you with something almost as big as my cock and you’re taking it easily.”
He thrust a little harder, making me bite back a moan as I tried to maintain “Proper Pet Position.” But I didn’t say a word as he continued to fuck me.
“Good girl,” Sir said approvingly. “Look at you take it so deep in your pussy without even moving! Keep those thighs spread wide for me—pretend I’m the judge, testing how much you can take.”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, holding position. “Fuck me deep—I can take it.”
“I know you can,” he murmured, thrusting the expander deep inside me. “And very soon, you’ll be able to take my cock, little one. But not quite yet…”
And so our training continued. In addition to the expanders, Sir also made me wear a tail—a slim wand with a small bump in the middle to keep it in place that slid deep into my anus. From its end sprouted a long, silky tail of pure white fibers.
Sir informed me that the color of the fibers described the state of the pet. In this case, they meant I was innocent and had been with only one Master—and also that I was off-limits to any other male. The tail protected me, he explained—I could not be fucked or bred by anyone except Sir on pain of death. Which was, of course, fitting for the Sex Pet of the Overlord.
At first I didn’t like the tail—it felt odd to have something in my “back door.” But Sir made me practice prancing around on my hands and knees while the long, silky fibers tickled the backs of my thighs until I got used to it. Soon I could stay in “Pet Position” on my hands and knees and hold still with the tail in place, no matter what he did to me or how he teased my naked body.
And so my training progressed. Sir praised me and called me a “good girl” and a “good pet” and “my sweet darling,” when I was good. When I was naughty, I got a smack on the bottom that made me yelp and left a red handprint on my ass cheeks. I have to admit, I loved all of it. Part of me felt like I ought to be ashamed that I was submitting so easily to my alien Master, but another part felt like I had somehow come home.
Don certainly never would have thought to “train” me this way—and to be honest, I wouldn’t have let him. I hadn’t respected my fiancé very much, I admitted to myself. He wasn’t very masterful or very interesting—he wasn’t anything like Sir. And yet, I still yearned to go home to my family. So even though I felt closer and closer to my Master, I still never thought in terms of staying with him forever.
After Sex Pet training, which sometimes went on for hours, Sir and I had our last meal of the day—nutritional gel cubes of course--and then spent the evening hours on the couch, watching one of his many vids on the entertainment wall. Though I still couldn’t do the interactive ones, the vids were invaluable in teaching me about his culture and people and the many different classes and castes of Korrigon society.
But of course, we didn’t just watch movies. Sir would spread a towel for me on the couch and I would lay on my side sucking his cock while his candalla filled me and helped my pussy expand. It came in me often too, though Sir was careful to keep an eye on it and never let it fill me with the golden-sheened breeding cream, which he said would cause me to need to be bred. If unattended, he said his candalla would certainly fill my pussy with the volatile stuff that would make me go nearly crazy, needing his cock inside me before I was ready to take it.
It was for this reason that I had to wear the metal expander in my pussy at night instead of being filled with his tail.
“When I’m asleep, I have much less control over my candalla,” he explained to me when I complained about going to bed with the hard, cold metal thing inside me. “He still thinks you need to be bred and he wouldn’t hesitate to slide inside you and fuck you until he could spurt your womb full of breeding cream if I didn’t keep an eye on him.”
I grumbled about this—I was pretty sure his tail was at least lacing the lubricant it shot in me with the cream, because I always wanted to be filled—just not with the hard, cold expander. But I also had no wish to get pregnant with an alien baby before I was supposed to go back home. So I did as Sir said, and wore the metal expander to sleep in.
After we went to bed, Sir would hold me in his arms and I would curl against his chest, feeling little and warm and protected in a way I never had before. No guy I’d ever been with had ever made me feel so loved—so cherished—and I adored being close to my alien Master and breathing in his warm, spicy scent as I drifted off to sleep.
It was a good routine and I would have been happy with it except for two things. First, I was heartily sick of the nutritional gel cubes. And second, Sir still wouldn’t let me come. He teased me endlessly until I always felt just on the edge of orgasm, but I could never quite get there. Sir still told me he was saving my first orgasm for something special but at this point, I was willing to do anything to ease the sexual tension.
This went on for several weeks and then one day, as Sir had me in “Pet formation” on my hands and knees on the bed with the special golden pet jewelry on, he frowned and looked at me more closely.
“Little one,” he said. “I do believe you’re losing some of your curves.”
“If you mean am I losing weight, yes I probably am,” I said. “You’ve basically got me on the Keto diet.”
“The what?” Sir frowned.
“Lots of protein and not much else,” I clarified. Of course, I know there’s more to Keto than that, but it was the easiest way to explain it to him.
Sir raised an eyebrow at me.
“And this kind of diet causes humans to lose weight?”
“Apparently,” I said. “Though I tried it before back on Earth and it didn’t work for me.”
In fact, no diet had worked for me—or they only worked for a little while and then every pound I lost came back and brought a friend with it. But spending time with Sir had finally done what the diet industry couldn’t—I was finally losing weight.
Who knew the only diet that would actually work for me was being locked in an alien spacecraft with a strict Master who fed me nothing but bland Jell-O cubes and cum? (Okay, sorry if that’s gross, but it’s true—right?)
“Do you have a mirror I can use to look at myself?” I asked Sir.
“I do have a viewer. Come this way.” He picked me up off the bed and set me down in front of a blank wall on the far side of his bedroom. He tapped the wall three times and a section of it rotated, showing a shiny surface.
I asked Sir to turn up the lights and then had a look at myself. Sure enough, I was noticeably thinner than I had been a month ago.
“Oh my God!” I moaned happily. “It’s true—I’m actually getting skinny!”
Or as close to it as I had been since middle school, anyway.
But Sir had an extremely concerned look on his face.
“You’re happy about this? About losing your curves?” he demanded, gesturing to my reflection in the viewer.
“Happy? I’m ecstatic!” I told him. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to lose weight? Basically since fifth grade when Jimmy Stamos call me ‘fatty-fatty-two-by-four’ on the playground and made all the rest of the kids laugh at me and gave me a body complex for the rest of my life.”
Sir’s face darkened.
“Who is this ‘Jimmy Stamos’ who denigrated your beautiful curves and made you feel bad about yourself? Perhaps I should make a special trip back to Earth when our mission is accomplished and pay him a visit.”
“What? That was years ago,” I told him. “I’m pretty sure Jimmy Stamos couldn’t pick me out of a lineup by this point. He’s probably forgotten he ever said anything.”
“That doesn’t matter—the damage to your self image was done,” Sir pointed out. “He gave you the idea that your curves are bad when they’re not, little one.” Kneeling beside me, he took me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. “They’re beautiful,” he said earnestly. “You’re beautiful and I don’t like it that you’re losing your curves. What can we do to stop this?”
“You want to fatten me up?” I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. Pretty much every guy I’d ever been with had told me some variation of, “you have such a pretty face—you’d be a knockout if you just lost some weight.” Even Don had said it and I had let it slide because I thought it was a fact of life that no man was ever really going to want a curvy girl.
But now Sir was telling me he wanted me just the way I was—or the way I had been, anyway—before I started the all protein diet. It was a revelation to me that he actually felt that way.
“I want your curves back,” he said, nodding. “How do we stop this wasting process you’re going through?”
“Wasting process?” I couldn’t quite hold back a giggle—the whole diet industry would be turned on its ear if losing weight was referred to like that!
“Please don’t laugh, little one,” Sir said, frowning at me. “This isn’t funny—I am seriously concerned for you. All this time I’ve been trying to be a good and conscientious Master and now I find you’re melting away in front of me!”
“Well, if you want me to get back my curves, I need real food,” I told him honestly. “Food you chew that has fat and carbs in it—not just protein. God, what I wouldn’t do for a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts right now!” I sighed wistfully, thinking of the pillowy glazed confections.
“I don’t know what ‘donuts’ are but we’ll get you some real food,” Sir promised me.
“How?” I demanded. “Every time you try to make something in the Matter Synthesizer, it just comes out as a plate of food-shaped goo.”
“I’ll be working on that—it should improve after we seal our bond,” Sir assured me. “But in the meanwhile, we are fast approaching O’nagga Nine and I know for a fact that our host, Barron Vik’tor has promised to have a splendid feast of Naggian delicacies prepared for us.”
“So we’re having a feast on the vampire planet?” I asked skeptically. “Are you sure they eat something besides blood?”
“Drinking blood figures largely in their survival but they do also require solid physical nourishment,” Sir said. “And Barron Vik’tor has less need for blood than most of them—he is only half Naggian. His other half is Braxian, I believe.”
“Is he the president of the planet or the ruler of a continent like you?” I asked.
Sir shook his head.
“No, I don’t believe so. He’s simply an extremely wealthy and successful businessman—he is also the only Naggian I could get to speak to me about the ways of his people. O’nagga Nine has a very insular society,” he added. “Of all the inhabited worlds in your little galaxy, they are the most Closed planet—besides Earth, of course.”
“So I guess they don’t like outsiders, huh?” I said, frowning.
“They shun them,” Sir said frankly. “We would not be welcome in any other building on the planet other than the Barron’s.”
“How come he’s willing to have us, then?” I asked. “And won’t the rest of the high and mighty Naggians shun him if they find out about it?”
“I don’t think so,” Sir said. “I believe he has so much power, wealth, and status that he is above their reproach.” He gave me his one-sided smile. “And I also got the distinct impression that the Barron doesn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ as you humans would say, what anyone else thinks of him.”
“Sounds like my kind of guy,” I remarked. “When do we meet him?”
“We should get to O’nagga Nine tomorrow,” Sir told me. “But you won’t step foot on the surface unless you promise to stay close to me.”
“I promise,” I said, nodding.
“Good. Then I’ll trust you and bring you with me.” Sir stood and put and arm around me, pulling me close to his side.
I looked at the two of us in the mirror. The top of my head barely reached his elbow—we certainly were a mismatched pair. And yet…I liked the look of the two of us together. It gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach—a feeling of belonging that I had never had when I looked at pictures of Don and me together.
Stop thinking like that, I scolded myself. You still have to get back to Earth, no matter how much you’re getting to like Sir. Mom and Taylor are probably worried sick! You can’t leave the people you love wondering if you’re dead or alive or in danger somewhere. You have to go back!
And that was what I firmly intended to do. But when Sir reached down to pick me up and cuddle me in his arms, I found myself wrapping my legs around his trim, muscular waist and resting my head on his broad shoulder.
I had never felt so loved and cared for before and though I tried to put it out of my mind, I couldn’t help loving the way he held me in his arms.
How would I ever go back to Earth?