Chapter 33 – The Second Dress

Content Warning: slavery, submission, service, lesbian sex, mind control, sci-fi
 
“Kneel,” Kae barked.
K’rra found herself lying partially on her side, hugging the bottom of the couch. She forced herself up, even though still a little wabbly. When on her knees, she had to focus to force them apart and place her hands on her knees, palms up. K’rra had to wonder what power this woman had to make orgasm so intense.
“That was nice, slave girl. You certainly earned your reward. I can see and feel your embarrassment and shame. So well trained, and yet, here you are, climaxing without permission. You’re not a very good slave, are you?”
“No, ma’am. A slave should always ask permission.”
“And if you are not a slave, what are you?”
“A greedy slut, ma’am.”
“A greedy slut that can’t control herself? Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Have you always listened to your hungry cunt rather than your training?”
“No, ma’am.”
“So, what’s changed? What made you such a depraved nympho that can’t even follow the simplest training?”
K’rra hesitated, “I don’t know, ma’am.”
Kae’s face lost its softness, followed by a hard slap across K’rra’s face. “Should a slave ever lie to a free person?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then why did you just lie to me, slave girl?”
“Because I don’t want to accuse my mistress of my failures, ma’am.”
“Oh? I caused your failure? Is that what you mean?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. You are not at fault. As a slave, the failure is totally mine. But…”
“Say it, or would you prefer I tell your master that you are shameful and dishonest?”
“Please, no, ma’am. It’s hard to focus on my training when pleasing you. Something happens, I lose focus and… forget myself.”
“Ahh…” Kae said, leaning forward to pat the cheek she’d just slapped. “I affect you. So much so that your training goes right out the window. When you are with me, you need that orgasm more than anything, don’t you?”
K’rra looked up into Kae’s eyes. They were iridescent, a color that was impossible to describe. K’rra felt as if she were falling. Her stomach seemed to float up into her throat.
She was ashamed to admit it, but the orgasms at Kae’s hands, even when Kaster was fucking her, were exponentially more intense.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“See? Was that so hard?” Kae cooed while patting K’rra’s head. “I understand. You can’t help yourself. You know it's wrong, but maybe you just want some extra attention? Even if it's bad attention because you were a bad girl?”
The thought of bad attention, being spanked, being corrected, being molded made K’rra gasp. She whimpered, “Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what your slave girl wants. What she needs to be a good girl.”
“I know you want to be a good girl. Don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” K’rra begged. It was so true. She wanted both Kaster and Kae to be proud of what she would do for them. 
“Good. Good. Even though you are a greedy cunt, and cum without permission, you are so very pleasing.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” K’rra was overwhelmed with relief. She broke her pose and grabbed Kae’s legs, hugging them just to feel warm skin on her chest. She squeezed tight, the thought of letting go was something she couldn’t bear.
“Aw, look at you. Breaking pose and training again. You go be a good girl and take care of Kaster on this shopping trip. Help him understand that I need his training. Convince him that I’m sincere. Alright?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
But you do need to atone for breaking training. And for being such a naughty girl. When you get back, I’m going to ask him to use a belt on you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” K’rra was so happy that a mere belting would satisfy Kae. She knew that if Kaster agreed, and she suspected he would, it would be delivered with gusto and be quite painful. She knew she would joyfully bear it and anything else Kae suggested. So long as Kae was happy and continued gifting K’rra with unbelievable orgasms.
“Run along now. Kaster is waiting for you.” Kae said, waving toward the airlock.
“Thank you, ma’am,” K’rra said as she pushed herself off the younger woman’s legs and walked in a daze to the airlock. 
Kaster watched her approach and asked, “Are you forgetting something?”
“I… I don’t think so…”
“Clothing? This is a Federated world.” Kaster replied.
“Oh! Right. How could I forget?” K’rra said. It felt as if she were in a lethargic slumber. 
Rushing to Kaster’s room, K’rra found her white dress. She slipped it on and returned to the airlock. Kae was now dressed and with Kaster at the airlock doors. When she saw K’rra in her white dress, she smiled.
“Now, isn’t that just adorable?” Kae said.
K’rra did a small curtsy to her owners. “Yes, ma’am. It’s my favorite dress.”
“Kaster, I’m shocked. Your slave has favorite clothing?”
He nodded, “Necessary for operating in Federated Space.”
Kae watched him closely and then said, “No… There’s something more… It was your first gift to her?”
He nodded and said nothing. Their eyes locked. After a moment, he looked away, back over to K’rra, who stood watching, knowing better than to interrupt a conversation between free people.
“Significant emotional attachment,” Kae said. She seemed to be pondering something.
K’rra had a sudden feeling that Kae did not like the dress at all. She was suddenly torn emotionally. Her deplorable behavior had been overlooked by her mistress. There would be punishment for breaking protocol, but that was a routine part of an owner's forgiveness of their slaves. K’rra decided that she would never wear it again in front of Kae. But if her owner hated it, she was obliged to dispose of it. Caught between these twin horns, K’rra found herself despairing. Displease her mistress or throw away the only possession of any meaning she had.
“Let’s discuss it when we return,” Kaster said.
Kae eyed him warily, then shrugged. She walked to K’rra and said, “Inspect.”
K’rra’s body responded before she could fully process the command. She spread her feet shoulder-length apart, thrust out her chest, and placed her hands behind her neck. Even though she averted her gaze to the floor, she could see Kae looking at the dress.
Kae stepped up close, and one of her hands went up under the short skirt. K’rra gasped involuntarily when the human’s hot fingers caressed her. Even though she’d spent most of the day climaxing, she needed another when Kae touched her. K’rra wanted to rip the dress off in tatters if it meant her mistress would let her cum again.
“Yes,” Kae whispered. “Let’s discuss some things when you two return.”
When Kae removed her hand, it took all of K’rra’s willpower not to grab her mistress’s hand and place it back on her. The need to have Kae touching her so intimately was beyond exquisite. It was the only thing that mattered.
And then K’rra was alone with Kaster at the door to the airlock. He held out his hand, and K’rra took it, glad for the anchor. They left the ship together and walked under a pale sky with a dim sun. Kaster took care of the docking arrangements, including refueling, while K’rra struggled to keep her hands from going under her skirt. She wanted to feel the places that Kae had just touched her. She wanted to climax again, even without permission, to thoughts of her mistress.
She followed Kaster, her mind a jumble of wanton wants. She was a leaf on the wind. She was an object of many desires, desperate to appease others as she drifted among them. The city around her passed by as she walked through it as if in a dream.
“First stop,” Kaster said.
“Yes, Sir.”
“No,” he corrected her. “We are in the Federation. Its… Yes, Dear.”
“Yes, Dear.”
“Better.” He said, holding the door of a local shop open for her. He guided her to a counter where an elderly man eyed the two as a pair of robots worked on machinery behind him.
“Need something fabricated?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Kaster said. “Her dress. I’d like as close to an exact copy made if possible.”
“Alright, let’s see the tag.”
K’rra understood the elderly man wanted to see her dress, so she removed it and handed it across the counter in one motion.
“My apologies,” Kaster said, “She’s been recently liberated from the Coalition.”
The proprietor smiled without hiding his gaze, traveling up and down K’rra’s naked body, “A little far from Coalition Space, aren’t you?”
“The important thing is if you can fabricate the dress,” Kaster said.
It took some effort for the old man to tear his eyes away from K’rra. “Let's see what we have… Pryfill Designs. Let me check which patterns they use.” He returned the dress and moved to a console, where he began typing, “Looks like a standard template… I can have another printed up for you by tomorrow for two hundred credits.”
“Any chance you can have it done in an hour?” Kaster held up a thousand-credit coin.
The coin disappeared into the old man’s hand, “Of course. Would you like it in a different color?”
“Nope, exact copy.”
Still feeling a little fogged in, K’rra asked while pulling her dress back on, “I don’t understand… I already have one I love.”
Kaster escorted her to the door, “I’m making a copy. When we go back to the ship, you’ll be wearing that copy.”
“You plan to hide the original, Sir?”
He nodded as they walked down the busy streets of the starport. K’rra felt conflicted again. If Kae didn’t like the dress, she was obligated as property to rectify the situation… But… It was the dress Kaster had given her, her first and only gift as a slave.
“You feel split in two right now,” Kaster said as they walked. “On one hand, you want to please Kae. On the other hand, you have your own desires. Which do you want to do?”
K’rra slowed to stop. She wanted to be a good girl, to serve properly… But… It was The Dress. She struggled a moment and whispered, “I can’t bear the thought of throwing it away.”
“What if she told you to burn it?”
“Stars, no!” K’rra cried out.
“Whenever you feel that way, like she’s pulling you apart, I need you to think about that dress. It will be our anchor, a touchstone. If you focus on that dress, focus very hard, you should be able to resist any suggestions she makes.”
For the first time since K’rra had been captured and made into a slave, she felt dirty. Being taken violently by a crew of lusty pirates had been traumatic, the singular most tragic event in her life. They’d made her feel filthy, depraved, used, and worthless, then laughed when her body betrayed her. Then, they implanted her with the piercings so that her body would constantly betray her. 
The thought that Kae had placed suggestions in her mind was worse. She considered the events of the last few hours. The orgasms had been cataclysmic. Everything she’d felt with Kae, wanting to please her, considering her an owner, thinking she was equal in care and virtues to Kaster, had it all been a lie? No, she was still confident Kae was worth serving; she wanted to please her and be pleased by her. 
Looking down at the dress she was wearing ended her inner turmoil. Kaster was her owner. He allowed Kae use, but Kae had no claim to K’rra. Looking at the dress, K’rra realized she could say no to the woman if needed. There was no way in the whole expanse of the void she would ever destroy this dress.
“I understand, Sir,” she said, and Kaster embraced her.
“Good girl,” he said. 
“Are you going to train her?” K’rra asked, hoping that he would. Anchor or not, she still yearned for the woman’s touch.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he said as they started walking again. “But we are going back to the Fury temple on Obeza.”
“Stars, why, Sir?”
“Hol Vydon’s contract is for the Fury Jae. He doesn’t know that Kae was the one who robbed his casino. I’m inclined to offer both and let the gangster sort it out.”