And so we started all over again…
TWENTY-SEVEN
ELLI
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 wouldnotyield.
“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! Iforbidit.”
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 jewelryinme rather thanonme, 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.