I felt a thrill of fear race through me.
“I…I know,” I said, looking down and tracing an aimless pattern on his broad chest with one finger. “But can’t I try to get the Matter Synthesizer to make some chocolate chip pancakes first?”
Sir sighed, his warm breath ruffling my hair.
“There are those among my people who would think I have let my pet have far too much sway over me,” he murmured, more to himself than to me.
My heart leapt in my chest.
“That doesn’t sound like a ‘no,” I pointed out hopefully.
Sir sighed again and looked down at me.
“All right,” he said at last. “I’ll let you try but the moment it looks like you’re having even a tiny bit of trouble the control band comes off and you’re never to touch it again.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Agreed?”
“Agreed!” I said eagerly. “Just let me try—I’msureI can make it work!”
“Very well.” Sir sat up in bed. “Shall we go right now?”
“Just let me run to the restroom and I’ll be ready to go,” I said eagerly.
He frowned.
“Are you steady enough on your feet?”
“I’m fine—look.” I slid down the side of the huge bed and landed on my feet. I was alittlewobbly, but that was just because I was weak with hunger. However, the prospect of getting some chocolate chip pancakes made me feel strong.
“You look better than you have in quite some time,” Sir said, looking me over with a critical eye. “Go take care of your needs and then meet me in the food prep area. Oh, and little one?”
“Yes?” I said. I had been in the act of heading for the bathroom but I turned back to see him.
“Put on the fur bodysuit I synthesized for you as the first underlayer to wear on O’nagga Nine,” he said. “Just in case—I don’t want you bare until I’m completely certain you’re all recovered.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said eagerly. Getting to wear clothesandhavingchocolate chip pancakes—it was definitely my lucky day! Of course, there was a little voice whispering to me that my punishment was still coming, but I pushed it aside, determined to be happy.
I took a moment in the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Well, it wasn’t reallybrushing—it was a button you could press on the wall that extended a kind of tentacle, kind of like the ones on either side of the toilet. But this particular tentacle sprayed a finely collimated jet of flavored and treated water that cleaned your teeth and left your breath smelling sweet and fresh. It also caught and absorbed any water that ran out of your mouth, leaving you completely dry by the time the process was finished.
After that, I found the fur bodysuit and put it on, delighting in the sensuous feel of the short, dense, silky fur against my bare skin. I especially liked the way the suit rubbed my nipples and my hairless pussy mound—my libido wasdefinitelyawake now that I was feeling better.
Not that it’ll do me much good,I thought as I checked my appearance in the mirror.After disobeying Sir and leaving the top floor by myself and nearly getting killed, I mightneverearn my first orgasm.
Well, at least I could look forward to Sir’s hands on my body and hiscandallainside me, I thought hopefully. I missed the way it fucked me and filled me, even if I wasn’t allowed to come while it did so.
But for right now, what I wanted most was those chocolate chip pancakes. Deciding I looked all right in the sleek fur bodysuit, I left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen.
THIRTY-NINE
SIR
Icould tell how eager little one was by the way she came into the food prep area. She was practically bouncing on the soles of her feet. She wasdefinitelyfeeling better, I thought with approval, as I watched her practically dance over to where I was standing, holding the control band of the Matter Synthesizer in one hand. But she was also gettingmuchtoo thin.
Little one seemed to like the idea of getting thinner—it was apparently a standard of beauty in her backwards culture. But without her full, bountiful curves, she didn’t look healthy to me. I was eager to get her back to the lovely, plump state she’d been in when I had first bought her from the Commercians.
Which was one reason I had finally relented and was going to let her try the Matter Synthesizer. The other reason was the fact that I thought she had a point—my ship, which should be attuned only to me—had listened to her and responded when she was in need. Also, her brain was complex enough to master written and spoken Korgish.
The Matter Synthesizer was part of the ship and it responded only to complex brain waves. I thought that little one might very well be able to make it work—though I was determined to keep a close eye on her and make her stop at the first sign of danger.
“Well? Can I try it?” she asked eagerly, already holding her hand out for the control band.