---Xon’s perspective---

I’m sitting in a booth, at a bar near to the barracks. It’s… pretty empty.

It’s ironic that, if you want to keep something like this private, you want a full bar! The noise from other patrons is enough to cover a conversation and nobody’s going to have an interest in the normal volume talk in the next booth along.

In an empty bar, the only thing that covers your voice is the sound of the music playing.

Sapiens are incredibly socially aware and one result of that is that they notice if you’re having a conversation that you don’t want overheard… they’re also curious to the point of nosiness… meaning that if they know you don’t want them to know something… it immediately becomes all they want to know!

But… this is where I agreed to meet her… so this is where I’m meeting her.

I know there weren’t apps to connect kinksters, 220,000 years ago, but I wonder if the woman I’m cloned from shared my sexual tastes…?

Did she meet up with people at the watering hole and bind their hands with twine made from animal tendon? Did she gag their mouths with knotted grass? Did she ever do that with nonTshwane? Sapiens? The other two Southern African lineages that we can’t resurrect because no usable genetic samples have been found yet, Inhatzenguele or Bwato? Would she have made herself a Dominatrix outfit out of rawhide(?!) Would she have been as good as I am about things like getting consent?

With no society to hold her accountable, might she have just… seen a person she liked the look of, bashed them over the head with a tree root, dragged them back to her dwelling, tied them up and then… had her way with them?

I mean… ‘no society’ is probably too harsh. That woman would have had a community and I’m sure that they wouldn’t have all been totally cool with her acting that way!

I really shouldn’t compare myself to her! She was stupid enough to get herself drowned in mud! She spent the best part of a quarter of a million years preserved under a seasonal riverbed because she didn’t have the sense to recognise that if you get stuck in the mud it can be deadly!

I suppose I should be grateful for that stupidity. Her sacrificing the remaining years of her life is part of what allowed my lineage to be resurrected. If she, along with a few hundred other idiots over the 90,000 years it existed, hadn’t drowned in that surprisingly preservative mud field… I wouldn’t be sitting here right now!

At 31, I’ve already lived longer than she likely ever did…!

It might be slightly cursed knowledge to be aware that I’m an almost unaltered clone of a woman from the past… most Resurrectees are variations, made by building a comprehensive genome map of the lineage and then shuffling it such that you reproduce the genetic variance that would likely be found in a natural population.

I’m one of a vanishingly rare minority of Resurrectees who actually has a spectre of a past life hanging over her shoulder.

Best not to think about it!

I’m really here to clear my head.

Yesterday, I was called into the Colonel’s office to be greeted by him, that R’qali woman, that muscular, redheaded CSS and a fancily dressed Japanese woman I didn’t recognise. I thought I had to be being reprimanded for something!

As it turns out… they were offering me a job… or rather… a deployment.

I had to sign an NDA just to have them tell me about it!

A minimum 2 year deployment to the other end of the galaxy… a potential First Contact…

They needed a military observer and, being an officer, I’m qualified. Somehow, I managed to make a good enough impression that they requested me specifically!

I’m almost certainly going to agree to this deployment but… I just need to think about it. Dommespace helps me clear my mind.

Meeting this woman for a casual hookup is… what I need to make a decision…

It’s really a shame that that sexy Brit was already in a committed relationship… It would have been a dream come true to see all that muscle of his bound helplessly on the floor as he pleads at me through a gag!

If he and his girlfriend were willing I might even have liked to Domme them both together!... I mean, if they were the unicorn of a couple who were both subs and both poly… Probably not! They probably have very boring vanilla sex together(!) Not everyone’s a kinkster, unfortunately!

Being a Domme in the military is… taxing sometimes!

When that idiot Colonel told me I had to take my subordinates on that ship in full armour, despite our first task being removing trauma victims, it was almost all I could do to avoid leaping across the desk and shutting that stupid mouth of his by pressing it into my cunt!

*Ehem* I am a responsible kinkster! And, as a responsible kinkster, I always get consent and negotiate boundaries before I undertake any kinky engagement with a sub… It can, however… sometimes feel like… there’s a certain spark of spontaneity that’s lost with all that responsibility…

Like… sometimes I just want to tie people up without having to negotiate a fucking treaty first(!)

Sometimes, it would be nice if I could brain a sub with a treeroot, drag them back to my house and use them any way I wished and be perfectly secure in the knowledge that this was what they wanted as well…!

Obviously, I’m not at all unhappy that the laws, which make getting consent necessary, exist!

You just can’t know, without asking, who’s up for kink play and I would find it absolutely horrific if someone just tied me up and had their way with me! It wouldn’t matter a speck how sexually appealing they were!

Just… I sort of wish…

My train of thought is interrupted by the old fashioned, hinged door opening causing an old fashioned, brass bell to ring atop it.

I look to my holopad for the time. 7:00:02PM! Damn, she’s punctual! Was she waiting outside for it to get to 7 on the dot!?

I take in the sight of the woman I’ve arranged to meet… wow!

I don’t believe there are enough ‘c’s in all the galaxy to give that woman the ‘thicc’ that she deserves!... I’ll have to settle for five… she thiccccc!!!

She can’t be unaware of the way that those lab grown leather trousers highlight the curves of her hips or cling to those skull crushing thighs!

That earthtoned top looks like it’s meant to be worn loose but, on her, stretches skin tight over her ridiculous biceps and breasts, each bigger than my head!

I would say she has an hourglass figure and it would be accurate, in that her waist is noticeably less wide than her chest and hips but… ‘hourglass’ sort of implies that the ‘neck’ of the hourglass is slim… I could easily pencil dive through that diameter of waist without worrying about touching the sides!

As a woman who stands 218cm tall but only tips the scale at 82kg (hench for a Tshwane but marginally underweight by Sapiens’ standards) I can’t help but be kind of jealous of that oozing physicality of hers!

She’s so short, though! She’d have to be 60cm shorter than me, if we both took off our heels! I’m tall, even for a Tshwane woman, but still!

…Is she… yes! A Neanderthal!... I’ve never had a Neanderthal before!… There aren’t too many of them about on a scorching hot planet like Zanzibar!

Labs which produce them only exist in cooler clime regions… which there simply aren’t on Zanzibar! The only way they’d get here is by passing through on their way to somewhere else or deciding to move here. Therefore, they’re a rare sight.

I’ve not seen her face before now. Only pictures of her hypermuscled limbs and stomach which I thought she had to have edited to look more impressive!

Her broad nose stands proud from her face. So does her brow. Her thick jaw ends in a weak chin that provides barely any space between her fulsome lips and thick neck!

Those lips are a muddy brown colour that’s almost verging on green! Could that possibly be natural? I don’t know if greeny-brown lips would be less believable than this woman wearing lipstick(!)

Her skin is light but with the slight olive tan that comes from Neanderthals never having developed agriculture and, thus, never having had the crippling vitamin D deficiency that actively drove loss of melanin in northern latitude Sapiens, post agriculture.

Her light skin is simply the result of her lineage passively drifting from highly melanated skin over 600,000 years, because there wasn’t an active need for it in the dimmer climate of Europe and North Asia.

Her eyes are a mossy green and her hair is coarse, wavey and a vivid orange colour, styled similarly to mine.

I’m suddenly struck by the ridiculous image of the two of us kissing and our hairstyles combining to look like the video frame after a grenade filled with ochre dust an charcoal powder had detonated(!)

Her expression is… it might be more accurate to say she doesn’t have an expression… unless you count ‘resting bitch face’(!)

She doesn’t look nervous, shy, cocky, suspicious. Her face looks like a blank, expressionless reconstruction of a Neanderthal from the time before they’d been resurrected… only, those reconstructions always had them looking a little ugly and rather stupid… they all missed that sharp intelligence, burning behind their eyes! None of them had any sex appeal!

Well, I could sit here admiring her all night or I could stand up and make introductions…

I stand and begin making my way over to the seat she’s taken at the bar.

I shiver slightly as I pass into her climate control field and the temperature plummets by around 15°C!

I reach out to touch her arm “Hey, are you here to mee…”

*clap*

The moment my fingertips touch her, her arm moves like lightening to catch mine by the wrist.

Neanderthals’ core temperature is actually around 1.7°C higher than Tshwanes’ but, her body having adapted to frigid Ice Age climes by becoming a greedy hoarder of heat, her skin feels like cold stone against mine!

Still holding my wrist in her irresistibly tight (but not crushing) grip and not turning to look at me she speaks in a flat monotone “You can offer me a drink and invite me to your table… later, we can revisit the question of where you are permitted to put your hands, xXxTallDark&DommyxXx…”

The poor boy behind the bar’s cheeks flush red and I feel the heat rise in my face as well.

Does this bitch not realise that she just outed both of us?!... Or does she just not care!?

How did she even move that quick?! Fast reaction times are meant to be a Tshwane thing!

Neanderthals are supposedly more juggernautish in their physicality!

If you want to catch a fly out of the air, without killing it, ask a Tshwane, if you want to smash down a brick wall to get to that fly, ask a Neanderthal(!)

She turns that blank face on me and I spend a few moments studying it before deciding that, if she wants to play games, I’ll play!

“Alright, MuscleSwitch88… what are you having?”

The barman looks as if he wishes to be swallowed by the floor but… she gives no reaction that I can perceive…

“I would like a stout. I’ll need to eat something before we leave. I’ve just come from the gym and need to replenish calories before further activity. I’m not hungry currently. I assume you don’t mind waiting for me to eat…” she says, still in that detached voice.

I look to the poor boy. Sorry dude, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time!

“This woman I’m likely going to Domme later… would like a stout!... I would like another lager and could you tell me what time the kitchen closes?”

Not meeting my eye, the barman answers “You can order food until last orders… midnight… I’ll… get you those drinks.”

He pours out the 0.9L stout requested by my date and the 0.6L lager that I requested, still not making eyecontact.

He tells me the price and I pay it with a tap of my holopad.

Drinks in hand, I lead the woman over to the booth that I was sat at.

As we walk, I notice again the height difference. Even with the additional 10cm she’s gaining from those heels, the top of her head is only about level with my elbow! She calls to mind an image of a fantasy Dwarf!

We sit and I irritably place her drink in front of her, still seething.

“You’re angry?” she says, the flat monotone of her voice making it sound like more of a statement than a question.

“Yes, I’m angry.” I answer, curtly.

“Why?”

I look at the woman… could she really be as dense mentally as she seems to be physically? Aren’t Neanderthals meant to be smart?!

“I’m angry because you just exposed us in front of that poor barman!” I answer, a little incredulously.

For the first time, she shows an actual facial expression, frowning slightly.

“Why are you angry about that…? He’s an adult so it’s not as if you need to preserve decency for his sake…? You also said you were bisexual…? There’s now a man who knows your tastes, who didn’t before… isn’t that a good thing?”

Still not quite believing this woman, I study her face… if she is aware of what she’s doing, I see no sign.

Worse, I can at first find no flaw in her reasoning! Why isn’t it a good thing if everyone knows my sexual tastes?

“It’s… what if he tries to blackmail me?!” I find, eventually.

“Being a Domme is not a crime, blackmail is… if he tries to blackmail you, go to the authorities and have him arrested.” she says, simply.

“What if he’s… I don’t know… sensitive?! You saw how embarrassed he got!” I say, with more confidence now.

“I didn’t see that… but I trust that you read his embarrassment better than me… He was only embarrassed because everyone treats kinks as taboo… if they weren’t, a barman learning that you’re going to Domme me later would be no more embarrassing than if he heard that we were going to go shopping together.” she says, her dark green eyes now studying me intently.

Narrowing my eyes, I say “Alright, Miss Let’sjustputitalloutthere! If you’re so carefree then why didn’t you include facepics on your profile? Why didn’t you tell me you were a Neanderthal?! Could it be that you… gasp… aren’t following your own advice(!?)”

Still staring blankly at me she answers “I didn’t include identifiable pictures on my profile because my agent specifically requested me not to. I’m a body builder and ‘unlicenced nude photos of me on the galnet would dilute my brand’ he said. As to why I didn’t tell you I was a Neanderthal, you didn’t ask…”

There’s not a hint of insincerity in her face!

“But…! I told you I was a Tshwane!” I answer.

She nods “You did, but you didn’t ask me about my lineage.”

“I shouldn’t have had to! Me telling you my lineage was your cue to tell me yours!... Things like ‘Oh, I’m a Neanderthal, btw’ are the kind of thing you should make a point of mentioning when arranging something like this!”

“Why?” she frowns.

“Well… because… I mean… What if I found Neanderthals a turn off? You would have wasted both of our time by not being upfront about it!”

That prominent brow creases slightly “Do you find Neanderthals a turn off?”

I’m wrongfooted by that “N-No! I’m actually… it’s a… it’s a little exciting… I’m not exactly sure why… I mean… I didn’t even know you were a Neanderthal before you showed up so… you don’t… I mean it’s not like I’m only interested in you for that…!”

Her brow uncreases and she says “Then there’s no issue, is there?” her monotone, again, making it sound like a statement.

I consider the woman “…You’re… you’re on the spectrum, aren’t you?”

She nods “We’re all on the spectrum, of course, but, in my case, a psychological professional has determined me to be aspergic… which I assume is what you mean. Is that a problem?”

I smile and shake my head “No problem at all! It just… I mean… I thought you were trying to annoy me… I understand now that you weren’t doing it on purpose. I’m sorry.”

Studying me, she answers “I’m not exactly sure what you're sorry for… but I accept your apology. I’m sorry for annoying you.”

I extend my hand across the table and say “I’m Xon, Xon Loper. ‘Longstride’ to some. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She takes my hand and I feel again that raw physicality of her body! Is this how gardenworlders feel when they feel the strength of normal Humans?... ‘Normal’ in the sense that they don’t look as if they could punch through durasteel armour, barehanded(!)

“…Erm. What’s your name?”

She gives a microexpression of flusteredness, apparently for having missed the social cue to introduce herself. Is she getting more expressive or am I tuning in to expressions that were already there?

“I’m Thran Hunter, my epithet is ‘Gimli’… Xon’s… a pretty name.”

This poker-faced bitch is cute when she’s flustered!

She didn’t even hesitate over the clicked consonant at the start of ‘Xon’, though!

“Thanks, I chose it myself… I’m guessing yours is the same?”

She shakes her head “My parents named me Thran… ‘Hunter’ was the surname my father chose for himself.

Oh… She’s a natural born? That’s… surprising…!

Natural born Resurrectees are rare (though not anywhere near as rare as unvariated clones). Most Resurrectees end up pairing with Sapiens. It’s to the point, now, where there are about 150 billion Humans who have an 1/8th or more nonSapiens genes but only about 36 billion Humans who are entirely nonSapiens!

“You perfectly pronounced my name… do you speak any clicking languages? Like… you didn’t just try to make a click sound, you got that the ‘X’ was made by clicking the back of your tongue against your teeth, like geeing a horse… you didn’t make it an aspirated ‘Xh’, either.”

She shakes her head, deliberately “I don’t speak any clicking languages… I just listened to what you did… and did that.”

I smile “Most people can’t do that if they don’t already have clicked phonemes in their inventory! Kudos!”

I raise my drink and, after a moment of hesitation, she raises hers, allowing us to cheers.

---Thran’s perspective---

She’s so sexy! Fuck!

That slender grace! Those jet black locks! That bright yellow jumpsuit! Her violet eyes! Mauve? Lilac? Indigo?

Violet, definitely violet!

I really hope I don’t embarrass myself any further!

Everyone calls me cold… it… it hurts me sometimes. I’m not trying to be cold! I just… I’m usually not sure how to act. Being stone faced is how I found worked best, growing up, to avoid embarrassing myself! Before I knew it, that was just how I was!

Is she really OK with me being a Neanderthal? She said she was… but what if she was lying? What if she’s now looking for an excuse to call the date off? This is probably going to be one of my last opportunities for a date like this for years!

It’s good that Mistress Miyazaki was so good about giving me the night off!

Is it weird that I call her ‘Mistress’?… No… there’s nothing sexual about it!… That’s just the title that fits a lady like that… right? She doesn’t have a problem with it… does she?

Fuck! I can’t concentrate with this sexy goddess staring me in the face!

At least the bar is quiet… just some light background music. It’s easier to think when there aren’t a million conversations going on in the background… It’s just her and me so I don’t have to worry about anyone trampling all over my sentences. That’s good!

Let’s just, take a swig of my beer.

I raise my glass to my mouth and open my throat to allow the last third of a litre into my stomach.

Alcohol, post workout, will reduce the effectiveness of my ability to lay down muscle but… I’m on a date! I can cut loose a little… right? A few glasses of stout wouldn’t make me cease to be the strongest unaugmented woman in the galaxy, would they?

I put my glass down and, only then, notice Xon’s bemused smirk. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

“You’re a lady who likes her stout(!)” she grins.

Shit! She probably thinks I look like an idiot!

I already embarrassed myself by freaking out when she touched me unexpectedly, then I exposed her to the barman, she was so annoyed about that!

Keep it together, Thran!

“*Ahem* Yes… I like stout…”

Well fucking done, idiot(!) Way to sound exactly like the aspy cavewoman that you are!

She giggles… is she giggling at me or with me…? Does it matter?

“*Ehem* I’m… I’m going to go refresh my lager… do you want another stout?”

Fuck! She got the first round! Should I offer to get this one!? She’s already up! If I offer now, it’ll obviously be refused and make me look insincere!

OK, just smile, accept the offer and keep track of the fact that the next two rounds are yours… maybe I can get her meal, if she’s having one… that would be about right, right?

I smile, the sensation a little awkward through unfamiliarity “I would like another stout… please.”

She chuckles and heads to the bar.

OK… just… focus on the positives, you haven’t had a total freakout like you did as a kid… she’s still here…

She is still here, isn’t she?!

I whip my head to see the back of her jumpsuit still stood at the bar… that’s a shapely jumpsuit! There’s… a visible panty line! *Mmmmfff*!… And… no… could she…? Is she wearing a bodice underneath?!

It’s subtle but… I think she’s already dressed in the clothes she wants to Domme me in later!

The thought of this sexy goddess Topping me… well it’s making it difficult to think!

I should definitely bring up my… request?… condition?… desire?

I mean… if she says she’s Topping and that’s that, it’s not as if I’ll say ‘no’ but… if she could make my dreams come true…?

She returns with my stout and resumes her seat opposite me.

“Have you heard they’ve sequenced the genome of Homo lisri? We’re probably going to be getting some new cousins, soon!” says Xon, cheerfully making conversation in a way that makes it clear that she does not find it an exhausting grind, the way I do. She swims through the social graces, where I drown in them!

I have heard about them sequencing a sixth Heidelbergensian… a Neanderthal relative from the Caucasus. It sort of makes me wonder where they’re going to stop drawing lines between lineages…?

In a few decades, are they going to be saying ‘Ah, yes! We’ve sequenced the genes of the, never before seen, Southern Italian variety of Neanderthal, from here on called Homo salerno! Totally distinct from other Neanderthals because of the 17 differences in their nucleotide bases that we’ve identified!’(!?)

Apart from Sapiens, we have: Neanderthals, Denisovans, Longi and Tshwane all already cloned, samples being searched for (which would allow their genomes to be sequenced) for Irhoud, Bwato, Inhatzenguele, Danau, Khandwa and Dzhigda and, now, Lisri ready to be cloned… ready to join the big old Homo party!

I decide to attempt a joke…

“You would think our cousins already had enough friends…(!) they’ve got us, they’ve got the uplifts, they’ve got AIs and, since the Peace, they’ve had an entire Galaxy with 34,000 other species to make friends with(!)” they’ve also got a new planet of potential deathworlders on the horizon… but I can’t mention that!

She frowns. Fuck! She thinks I was being serious! If I say I was joking now, it’ll look like I’m only backtracking because I realised I said something wrong!

“You realise that, if that were how their minds worked, my species would never have been cloned? They cloned you guys so long ago that they actually still had to rely on surrogates to birth you, originally… they didn’t even have artificial wombs! If they had found one species of friends enough, then none of the other Resurrectees, uplifts and AIs would be here? Besides…” she leans in and smiles “… you know they can never have enough friends(!)”

Wait, she’s flirting!? Did she realise it was a joke?!

I decide to push my luck “Yes… they’re ‘befriending’ their way to exactly the galactic domination that they turned down at the Peace Accord(!) They ‘befriended’ both of our species to extinction(!)”

She laughs and my heart sings!

“That they did and, yet, here we sit(!) A woman who never would have existed naturally, if not for her parents being born from tubes, and a woman risen from the dead after a 220,000 year dirt nap(!) We got to sit out all the ugly history between our forebears' extinction and now… Now, they’ve invited us back to the party, just as it got good(!)”

I think I want to marry this woman!... For fuck sake don’t say that, Thran! This… this is a casual hookup! This is a farewell to Terran Space before a two year minimum voyage! If you catch feelings now it will be bad… If you tell this woman you’re catching feelings you’ll scare her off! Just… maybe… when I get back… I could shoot a little message to xXxTallDark&DommyxXx… see if she wants to reconnect? I’ll have the cash to spare for a little holiday to Zanzibar Mpya… after the fantastic pay from bodyguarding with full board… plus the royalties I’ll presumably continue to pull in from my body building shoots…

Fuck… I missed the “Homo party” joke! I could have drawn some sort of humour out of the fact that I am a lesbian and we are about to engage in girl on girl!

Should I try to make that joke now?… No, the moment has passed. It’s passed, Thran! I probably wouldn’t have been able to make it funny anyway!

I just realised I’m very hungry.

“I’m going to order some food… do you want anything?” I ask.

“Oh, yes… let me have a look at the menu…”

Having realised how hungry I am, the amount of time this woman peruses the menu is torture!

Is it on purpose? Is she already Domming me? No, she wouldn’t… at least not intentionally, right?

Eventually, she settles on lab grown ostrich egg omelette and I order that and a lab grown ostrich drumstick, to be brought to the table.

As I eat, she comments that it looks like a pterodactyl shank and she would have liked to see me pick it up by the bone and tear pieces off with my teeth, rather than cutting pieces with a knife and fork.

I answer that “It’s lean protein, good for body building.” Her face falls slightly… way to be a bore Thran(!!!)

We finish our meals and, before she can, I order us another round of drinks! Ha! Now I’m definitely ahead in the money spent! I know it shouldn’t matter but… I don’t want to make her pay for me! I don’t mind being the one who’s spent more but… something feels off about being the one who’s spent less! I’m guessing she wouldn’t accuse me of mooching off her… but still!

“So…” says the goddess “…we should probably get started on working out boundaries and expectations for our… *Ehem*… activities for tonight?”

I turn my full attention to her: This is the moment to ask, Thran! If you leave it to the end then you’ll either totally lose your bottle and just not mention it, or you’ll sound like your trying to spring it on her! Ask NOW!

“Yes… I have something I want to put on the table, upfront…”

She cocks an eyebrow “Oh?”

Fuck, she’s sexy!

“Yes… you see… *Hhhhm*! I… my taste… well, you know I’m a Switch?” she nods “Well… I don’t get offers to Domme me, very much. Most girls who contact me are very interested in being tossed around and pinned down by the muscular Neanderthal but not so interested in the reverse… I’m… grateful…” shit! ‘Grateful’ is not the right word!!! ‘Pleased’? Too late, keep going! Live with it! “…I’m grateful… and pleased…” couldn’t help myself! “…that you’re interested in Domming me… but…”

“…But?” she queries, boring into me with those deep violet eyes.

“Well, you see… my most satisfying experience… comes from switching… mid-session. I like to either start out Domming then have the tables turned on me or… start out being Dommed, then turn the tables on the Domme… that is what makes me happiest… I wonder… if you might… be amenable… to leaving the possibility open… for me to turn the tables on you…?”

She leans back and pulls an expression I can’t read…

---Xon’s perspective---

I’m flummoxed.

I almost shut her down out of reflex but that swooping thrill in my stomach stopped me, made me consider it!

She’s fixing me with that inscrutable stare. I feel like I need half an hour or so to get my thoughts in order!

“Are you…”

“I’m thinking about it!” I interrupt.

I really need a time stopping stopwatch, right now! Something that would allow me to put this conversation on hold, go away and think, then come back to it without her being aware of the time passing!

I’ve never had any inclination to sub… just earlier I was thinking about how horrifying I’d find it… though that… was in the context of being violated against my will…

I was also bewailing the fact that, with the need for negotiations, like this one, it can often feel like there is no spontaneity in BDSM… only the illusion of spontaneity…

If I give her permission to turn the tables on me… well that would certainly let me feel like things could get… spontaneous…?

I’m definitely interested in Domming this musclebound woman but… being Dommed by her?

“How would it work?” I ask “Would there be like a kind of organised hand off of the Domme baton from me to you?”

She shakes her head, deliberately “It would be more like… if the moment is right…? Given that you’re naturally a Domme, I would like to start with you Domming me (I’m heavily brattish when subbing, by the way) then… If the mood strikes me… I would throw you down and make you into the sub… obviously, you’d have a safeword. We could share a safeword, if you like?”

Fuck… that’s actually pretty hot! Playing with a sub who could at any time turn Domme!

“If you had to put odds on you turning Domme…?”

She shakes her head, more forcefully this time “I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s not the kind of thing I can predict in advance… if the moment never comes where I feel like I want to, I won’t. I just… I really enjoy having the option available…”

Fuck, now I really want the option left available!

“Alright, Ms. Hunter, you have my permission to turn the tables on me if the moment strikes you… and if I am equipped with a safeword!... I can’t promise I won’t hate it and call it off immediately. How is that for you?”

Her face breaks into a broad, genuine smile, revealing her large teeth. It’s the most work I’ve seen her face do, all night! I was beginning to suspect she might have some sort of mild facial paralysis(!)

“I’m very pleased.” she states, enthusiastically… comparatively enthusiastically, anyway…

“Great!… With that out of the way, let’s move on to the rest of our hopes for the activities, shall we?”

She nods and we begin hashing out terms.

We agree on consensual non-consent, gunplay, bratplay, bondage, gags (including pantygags), breathplay, cutting/tearing off clothing, orgasm denial/forced orgasms, buttplugs, throat fucking, vaginal penetration, humiliation/degradation and, most exciting, heavy impact play (she assures me that it takes a lot to hurt her… maybe I’ll try out my bullwhip! It’s not seen much use in anger!).

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That’s… pretty much everything I wanted! The only thing she vetoed was figging!

I agree to all the same but I really don’t know how much I’ll be able to take before I break and have to call things off! I’m used to dishing it out…

We agree that ‘Kumquat’ will be our safeword and ‘Mmh-mm, mmh-mm, mmh-mm’ is for if we’re gagged.

“Well… now that we’ve arranged all that… do you believe us sufficiently close to allow me to put my hands on you, Thran(?)” I ask, smirking.

She gives an abashed microexpression before saying “Yes… I’d like that…”

I stand and she follows suit.

“Well then…” I say, placing my left arm on her left shoulder and bringing her body to press against my side “…Why don’t I show you to my place?”

She smiles and the two of us leave the bar.

---Xon's perspective---

“Take off your shoes, please.” I say as we walk through my door.

She does and the height difference becomes even more pronounced!

She’s lost a full 10cm! I’ve only lost half that from having taken off my, comparably low, heels!

She takes off her socks, too, placing them in her heels… she has… oddly shaped feet…

My feet are more or less like a Sapiens’. Hers… splay a lot more at the front.

I mean, that’s a foot that you definitely could see on a Tshwane or a Sapiens… but it would be noticeably unusual!

She begins walking inside and, gently, I stop her.

She allows me to push her over to the wall… I press my stomach against her face and feel those enormous tits of hers squash against my hips. Those have got to be… what? Double G? Double H? That’s another thing of hers, besides her muscles, to be envious of!

My tits are a, not unrespectable, F cup… which my amazonian height manages to make look modest! The bottom of them is safely clear of the top of her head!

I kneel down and am still not quite short enough to make our faces level.

A little more of a bend manages to put my mouth a centimetre from hers.

Her breath hitches as she waits for the kiss… I make her wait a few moments longer.

Eventually she asks “Are you going to…” and I shut her up by stealing those lips… it doesn’t feel like she’s wearing lipstick…

I can feel the density and power contained in her little body… not ‘little’… that’s the wrong word for it!

She may be short but… everything else about her is giant!

I probe her mouth with my long tongue.

She tastes… unusual. Not bad just… not how I expected!

I pull away and rest my forehead against hers “So… that’s the taste of a Neanderthal, huh?”

Her eyes still closed, she answers “It’s the taste of this one…” clearly still a little lost in the kiss we just shared.

I laugh “I thought you said you were a brat?”

A subtle smile breaks over her face and she opens those mossy green eyes “I said I was a brat when I sub… do you consider lightly guiding me to a wall and giving me a kiss to be Domming? This might be a somewhat disappointing experience for me, if so.”

Ah, there’s that brattishness!

I stand and move a few paces back from her before withdrawing a pistol from my pocket and aiming it at her chest.

She glances from the pistol to me and back for a moment before saying “That’s a toy…”

She’s right of course but it’s a little emersion breaking to have it called out!

When I was younger and dumber, I actually used my service pistol for gunplay! I always carefully unloaded it, checked the chamber, dry fired it at the floor several times and kept the safety on but still… using a real gun was utterly thick! I eventually realised that, one day, I’d make a mistake and so I bought a replica gun.

I have to think of how to respond to her instant ‘no but’ting the development she should have ‘yes and’ed!

How…? How…?

I’ve got it!

“You want to find out?” I say with a twisted smile.

She scowls lightly.

“Now, sweetheart, I think we’ll be going down to my cellar…” I say, jerking the gun in the direction I wish her to move.

She begins walking and I follow her, keeping my ‘gun’ trained on her back.

“479725…” I say as she reaches the keypad.

She enters the code and my cellar door hisses open.

She turns to look at me and I smirk “Down you go…”

She walks through the door and begins descending.

I follow but stay at the top of the stairs until she’s halfway down, then I engage the door lock and privacy field, before following her.

She reaches the bottom of the stairs and says “Fuck!” in a way that sounds very strong when compared with the monotone she’s used all evening!

“I know… I’m quite proud of my little Love Dungeon!... In you go!” I smirk.

I follow after her and take a moment to appreciate the collection I’ve amassed over the years; there’s a cell with heavy iron bars (for prisonerplay), frames, a pommel horse and a wooden saltire cross, there are whips, torture devices, vibes, chains, cuffs and restraints of every description hung from racks on the walls and, of course, no dungeon would be complete without a light duty nanoforge, for repairing clothing and fabbing up simple toys on the fly!

The décor is a light coloured slate, which has the effect of making the place look like a medieval dungeon but isn’t so dingy as to make it look depressing!

Still training the replica firearm on my sub for the evening I take a pair of leather cuffs from the wall and take a seat on the soft, comfortable, high backed arm chair… my Throne.

I point the gun at two leather manacles attached to the floor by heavy chains.

“Fasten your feet into those, bitch!” I say, my voice full of acted cruelty.

She looks at me with that subtle scowl that might as well be a hateful glower.

“And if I refuse?”

This bitch! There’s being a brat and then there’s breaking the scene!

“Then I guess you get to find out if this really is a toy or not!” I say, raising the gun slightly.

Still fixing me with that stony face, she walks to the cuffs and bends down to begin fastening them at her ankles, giving me a delightful view of her cleavage as she does!

Those cuffs are supposed to be one size fits all but she needs to strain to get them to fit around her thicc legs!

When she’s secured herself to the floor, I throw the cuffs at her feet and say “Put those on, bitch!”

She complies, truculently, picking up first the right cuff and attaching it over her meaty forearm with her left hand, then doing the same with her right. Is she left handed?

That done, I reach over the arm of my Throne to turn the handle of a winch. This lowers a chain, on the end of which are two hefty hooks, meant to marry with the rings on the cuffs.

“Attach your arms to that chain, whore! I don’t have all night!”

Studying me with those cold green eyes she grasps the chain and clips it onto her right cuff, then left… definitely left handed!

I turn the winch in reverse and her beefy arms are raised, irresistibly, over her head… I keep going, lifting her feet off the ground to strain against the floor chains.

I look at the still clothed sub, suspended helplessly in the air… I can’t leave her like that indefinitely, of course… her arms and shoulders will be really damaged by prolonged suspension and it doesn’t matter how strong she is! For the moment, though, she’s a pretty sight like that!... Aaaaall the strength in the world and utterly incapable of using it(!)

Here… Dommespace… the euphoria of having someone entirely in my power!... It’s so much better when the one who’s given me control of them looks like they would normally be able to tear me apart, physically.

I feel a slight pang of disappointment that… for the foreseeable… her turning the tables on me is out of the question… never mind… Domming is really my preference!

I put down the ‘gun’ and stand, gripping the zip at the top of my, Beatrix Kiddo, yellow jumpsuit. Slowly, I make her watch me unzip to reveal the full leather bodice I’ve been wearing all night…

I drop it to the floor and unveil the toffee-brown skin of my bare arms, legs and upper chest, marvelously accented by the glossy, jet black leather of my bodice and panties.

I… think that’s a look of admiration?… Let’s go with that. She’s giving my Dominatrix outfit an admiring look!

It isn’t complete yet, though!

I walk to a chest and open a draw containing full length, leather gloves, full length, leather boots and a leather eye mask (no strap as I don’t like what straps do to my hair… it was worth paying the little extra for it to be skin-adhering!).

“Are you going to make me dangle here all night? This is a little boring.” says the bitch, again almost managing to ruin the moment! She seems to have no respect for the scene!

“Patience, bitch! My meat will hang up there for as long as I want… not as long as it wants!” I answer, using my Domme voice.

I reach for the gloves but… hesitate.

I actually want to be able to touch her skin… no gloves, I think!

I reach instead for the full length boots and, sitting back on the one piece of furniture in the room that’s designed to be comfortable, my Throne, I make a show of sliding my long, slender legs into these stiletto boots.

I pick up the mask and bring it to my face, letting it stick over my eyes.

I pick up a pair of safety shears and walk to the robustly built woman, strung up from my cellar ceiling!

I place my hand on her chest and squash that enormous left tit of hers, hard enough for her to take a sharp breath… *mmmmmh* that’s satisfying!

“Nothing you can do about that, is there bitch!”

She says nothing but turns those dark green eyes up to scowl into mine… oooh, I’m going to enjoy breaking this brat!

“Let’s see what I’m working with, shall we?” I say, taking the shears to the hem of her top and beginning the process of cutting it open.

She silently watches as I release the tension in the poor, tortured garment.

As the last cut is made, the two sides spring apart revealing the most enormous tits and most muscular stomach I’ve ever seen!

Fucking hell!

I realise that my mind was subconsciously reading her to have a bit of fat on her belly all evening, despite the fact that she’d sent photos of her abs!

In reality, the depth is the result of her having a more rounded, barrel torso than I’m used to!

Those tits… they’ve got to be the only fat on her whole body but… what appealing fat they are!

The bra’s a little bit of a let-down, though! Thin and lacey but… overencompassing and… beige! The effect is somewhat frumpy!

I don’t exactly know what I was expecting but…

“I’ve been wearing a leather bodice and panties all night and you couldn’t be bothered to wear racy lingerie, bitch? Maybe something in red?”

Insolently, she answers “You chose to wear uncomfortable, glossy leather underwear… if you wanted red underwear, you should have requested it when we messaged to meet up…”

I slap her face, hard! She barely reacts!... I feel like I’ve just slapped a brick wall! She wasn’t exaggerating earlier about it needing a lot to hurt her!

“Well, if your so in love with comfy beige, we’ll just leave you in it for the moment, shall we!” I say, cutting into her garment's shoulder to release her arm.

I finish the three cuts that make her top removeable despite her arms being chained above her head.

I take her climate field generator, deactivating it and placing it on the side… it shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not that hot in this cellar and she has a safeword… I really want to see her sweat!

I step back to admire my, now, mostly bare chested sub… she’s quite a sight! She’s got to be one of the most heavily muscled women in existence… right? She said she was a bodybuilder but… damn!

Look at those biceps! Were one of them hollow, I feel like I could easily fit my thigh through them! Two thighs? Might be pushing it!

My hand goes to her belt and unbuckles it. I pull it free of the loops of her trousers… it really seems like this might have been an unnecessary addition to her ensemble… those leather trousers are so tight that they’re cutting into the flesh of her hips!

“You’re trousers don’t look at all comfortable, slut! Are you sure you didn’t wear them for the aesthetic?”

She turns her eyes away.

“Ah! So you are capable of picking clothes that are nice to look at but less comfortable to wear!... It’s just not a talent that extends to your bras!” I say, with gleeful spite.

“Well, let’s get those thunderthighs out of their imprisonment, shall we?” I say, turning the shears into the waistband of her trousers and beginning the process of cutting down the outer seam. I get to the bottom and have to yank it free of the tight seal the cuff forms around her ankle. I repeat for her other leg and pull the trousers away to reveal…

“Granny panties! Are you fucking kidding me?! You wore frumpy, beige, matching underwear!?”

Defiant, she says “Yes, I did… is that a problem?”

I laugh “No problem, bitch! Like I said, if your such a fan of comfy underwear, we’ll just leave you like that!”

I walk over to one of the wall racks and pick up a crop… yes… a buttplug too, I think… a big one!

I advance on my sub, letting her see what I hold, and round her back.

“I hope you weren’t expecting me to lube this for you!” I say, bending down to bring my face level with that ridiculously muscled arse of hers!

I pull aside those dowdy beige panties and bring the tip of the plug to rest against her hole.

I let it sit there a moment before I notice an, almost imperceptible, anticipatory shiver.

I drive it home and she gasps from the sensation of it entering her, dry.

Oof! This meat is satisfying to Domme!

I cover it back up with the crime against fashion, that is her underwear.

Coming back to her front I place my hands on her stomach. By all things bountiful! She feels like stone!

Yes… she feels like a rock that has been possessed by the Spirit of a woman and come to life!

“Shit, bitch! I might not be able to bring myself to let you go! I might have to just keep you down here! You’d be the crowning jewel of my collection!” I gesture to the dungeon at large “I’ve already got a room for you!” I point to the cell.

Stoney voiced, she says “That would be a crime… I would be searched for…”

I smile “They’d have to find you, though!… I’m guessing, for all your… inspiring cavalierness, about how everyone should just get over their squick… you didn’t tell anyone where you were going or who you were meeting tonight, did you?”

Silence…

“Thought not!… Anyway… let’s shut that pretty mouth of yours up…” I say, leaving my helpless dangling sub, for a moment, to pull a harness gag off the wall.

I bring the solid, red, rubber ball to her mouth and say “Open!”

She does not comply.

Ah, resistance… useless, useless resistance!

I knot my fingers into the back of her hair and begin pushing the ball into her closed lips with my other hand. It’s unpleasant enough that after a few moments she opens her mouth, allowing the ball to be forced between her teeth.

The moment it’s in, I pull the straps over and around her head, fastening them at the back.

She takes a moment to, experimentally, play with the ball in her mouth before saying “Yuh ee-uh-ise Ah cuhn stuhw kawk fuh is?”

I smile viciously “Yes, you can still talk through that gag… It’s not for stopping you from talking, it’s for making you sound stupid when you try to talk… Now… I think it’s time I gave you a little pay back for all that lip you’ve been giving me, don’t you?”

---Thran’s perspective---

The leatherclad goddess raises her riding crop to trace it along the outside, then bottom, of my right breast…

*Mmmmmf*

Subspace! Subspace is nice… Dommespace is nice as well but… maybe later… that’s available for me, whenever I want it!

My feet are 30cm off the ground but… she still has to bend, by about the same amount, to put her face next to mine!

She brings her slender hand to my throat and squeezes, cutting off my windpipe.

“You only get to breathe when I allow it, don’t you whore!?”

What should I do? Shake my head? Nod?

Best to do nothing! Just look into those gorgeous, violet eyes!

I’m actually feeling oxygen deprivation start to set in before she releases her hand and I can choke down a gasping breath of air.

The plug in my arse is… not comfortable. She used one that was too big on purpose, I’m sure.

She took my climate control… it’s… hot… too hot! It’s got to be 8°C hotter than I set it to, even in this cellar! I’m starting to sweat…

Ah! This is bliss! This is ecstasy!

Her making me uncomfortable like this, degrading me, meeting my defiance by putting me in my place, stringing me up here to use as she wishes…

It’s paradise!

I wonder why I enjoy the humiliation when I sub… but don’t in normal life?

Why am I able to speak my mind and be a defiant brat, in a session, when I clam up in normal conversation…?

I suppose… the rules are simpler?

That’s not quite right… obviously, the rules are just as labyrinthine but… somehow… it comes easier… feels like I’m swimming rather than drowning…

I was a bit disappointed by her reaction to my bra and panties… I sort of thought that picking underwear that closely matched my skin would give me an alluring nude look… seems she would have preferred red undies…

I’ll… have to remember that for next time. Not that ‘next time’ is likely to be any time soon, with her or with anyone!

I might have a few more chances as we pass through Terran Space but… in a month or so, we’ll be in gardenworlder territory and… even if I found a gardenworlder to my tastes… it would probably be ill advised for me to Domme them and… unsatisfying for me to sub for them.

Red undies… remember!

Right now, though… focus on this! Focus on the goddess of leather tracing her riding crop up the central cleft of your abs!

Having defective limiter genes for muscle growth and bone density might have stunted me to only 157cm tall, might have meant, growing up, I needed extensive physical therapy to keep my bones from being deformed, might have made me that kid on the playground that no one wanted to play with because she looked like a scary, angry dwarf… but damn if it didn’t give me rockin’ abs.

Yes, that’s right, appreciate my muscles, skank!… Whoops! Slipped into Domme mode, there! Still the sub, remember!

She raises the crop and thwacks it against my chest… it’s… not enough… it doesn’t hurt… it’s sort of just… annoying.

*Thwack**Thwack**THWACK*

This isn’t doing it for me, how should I let her know?

I’ve got it!

I fix my eyes on hers and, through my gag, say “Uff FAT aww yuh goh, hitch!?”

She stops in her tracks, her eyes wide.

“‘Is that all I’ve got?’!? Seriously, whore!? You know what…!?!?!?” she disappears… then reappears holding a bullwhip… now we’re talking… break me!!!

“You’re right! I was going easy on you! Now I see that a painslut cow, like you, needs a whip meant for cows!”

“Gib ut tuh me!” I demand.

She smirks “Right away, whore!”

She walks behind me, allowing the clack of those stiletto boots to ring out.

I hear the *swish* of her raising the whip and then…

*CRACK*

The pain is blinding! It hurts so good!

I’m meat!… I’m a whore!… make me scream!… I’m your filthy little painslut!…

*CRACK*

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!”

“That’s right, bitch! Enjoy this pain you asked for!”

I am… thank you…!

---Xon’s perspective---

I wheel back and lash forward… bringing the whip to bear against the now red raw skin of her brawny back.

This whip… is not designed to cleave flesh from bone… nor is that what I’m trying to do but… if she turns the tables on me and picks up this whip… I think ‘kumquat’ will be out of my mouth faster than light and Spirits damn my pride!

I could not stand up to the whipping I am giving her, that’s certain!

She’s screaming with every time it falls and sobbing in between!

Still, she hasn’t used her gagged safeword yet… so she’s clearly still into it!

But… I don’t want to actually injure her.

“That’s enough…” I decide, dropping the whip.

I walk to her, taking a moment to run my hand along her inflamed, sweaty skin…

It comes away wet… I sniff it… she has quite a strong smell!

I round her front, her face is slick with tears, her chin thick with drool and I have to fight down the urge to be sympathetic and consoling!

You’re in Domme mode, Xon! Save it for aftercare! You’ll be the one breaking the scene if you’re suddenly all ‘oh, sorry sweetie, was it too much?’!

What would a Domme do?

Ha… I’ve got something pretty hot…

I lean down and stick out my tongue, dragging it up her face to mop up the tears, replacing them with a streak of my spittal.

“Delicious!” I grin evilly, right into her eyes.

“Now, slut… I’m rather tired of looking at these panties and bra that you’ve raided from your grandmother’s draws! I think it’s time for them to go, don’t you?” I say, making my way to where I left the safety shears.

I grasp the straps of her bra and bring them together to allow them to be cut with a single snip…

“Nuh! Plllss!” she burbles past her gag.

I hesitate for a moment before remembering that CNC was agreed… she’s got her safeword if she really doesn’t want the bra to come off…

I cut the straps and her enormous tits drop some centimetres from the released tension. One more cut and the centre gore is severed (the underwire was a bit tough but I got through it).

It’s a good thing I invested, a while ago, in a nanoforge… nothing I have would be short enough or broad/deep enough to fit around this woman’s frame!

With the forge, I can just toss her clothes in, instruct a repair and she can walk out of here tomorrow fully dressed and smelling like daisies… without the need to sit around, naked, waiting for me to visit the local nanotailor and have an awkward conversation about why I’ve brought in another cut up batch of (obviously not my) clothes… as I needed to, before I had the forge!

I pull the bra off under her left armpit… I decide to satisfy my curiosity… there’s got to be a label… right?

Ah… here we are! And…

“Fucking hell, slut! Double K!?... Leave some tit for the rest of us!!! Even at your mass you’ve got to be like half boob!”

She laughs, feebly.

“Though…” I say, kneeling to admire her titanic bosoms “…I suppose, right now, these udders of yours… their mine! Aren’t they, cow?!”

Her defiant will broken, she nods weakly.

I smirk “Well… too bad for anyone else who might like to have a piece… I’m not in the mood to share!”

I bury my face in those pillowy tits!

I kneel down, bring my hands up to the sides of them and squash them against the side of my head… bliss!

Possessing these fleshbags… even just for tonight… having them, to do whatever I want to… it is sublimated joy!

I decide to take a little gamble… it might make me look silly… thus breaking the scene… but… a Domme who isn’t worried about looking silly… is a Domme who doesn’t look silly!

I rapidly shake my head from side to side, blowing against these fatty teats of hers.

She giggles from the tickling sensation of being motorboated.

*Mmmmf* Leather panties aren’t good for getting moist in!

After a minute or so, I determine that I’ve had about all the fun I can have with that chest of hers… for the moment at least!

I stand back up and locate the shears.

I bring them to the side of her drab panties and, against her stifled protests, snip away, first at her left hip, then her right.

I whisk them out between her legs. They catch slightly on the base of the plug, still in her arse, causing an “Mmmmf!” of discomfort… I’d almost forgotten she was plugged this whole time!

“There… my little present’s all unwrapped for me!” I say, gleefully admiring my now fully exposed muscleslut.

I look at that pussy of hers…

“Could a hench Neanderthal not, at least, have the decency to have a hairy cunt, bitch!?... I get that you need to lose the rest of your hair, for your slutty bodybuilding shoots, but why’s the bush gotta go?! There’s no pussy muscles to show off, are there!?”

She stares back at me, implacably… is that will of hers not as broken as I thought…? Well… no matter… she’s restrained enough right now that I have nothing to worry about from that promised ‘table turning’!

I walk over to the winch and say “I’m sure those arms are sore from holding up that bulk of yours! Let’s take a load off them, shall we?” before winching her down.

Her spadelike feet now rest on the ground but there’s not enough slack to allow her to bring her beefy arms down, from above her head.

Walking to the places they are kept, I fetch a thin length of chain, about 2m long (part of which is padded), a padlock, a large dildo, a set of rubber kissy lips with a wide ‘O’ in the centre, some lengths of leather belting, a cattle prod… and a box… containing, by far, the most expensive object in the room… with the exception of maybe the forge, which might have been dearer to buy… and the meat dangling from the ceiling… which might have been only the price of a couple of stouts but… I wouldn’t sell her at any price… she’s mine!

First dropping the precious box, the lips, the dildo and the straps on my Throne, I stride to take position behind my whore and thread the choke chain around her neck, looping it through the widest link on one end and nestling the padding against her skin to prevent visible bruising.

Now comes the most dangerous moment… this would be her moment to turn the tables… if she’s going to!

I press the cattle prod into her back and ask “You know what this is, bitch?”

She nods.

“Then you know what happens if you do anything I don’t like, don’t you?”

Another nod.

“Good!”

I unclip her dominant left hand from the chain and say “Put that hand behind your back, keep it where I can see it.”

She does so and I repeat the process for her right arm.

I hesitate a moment… is she really not going to try anything? This is your moment, bitch! You’ll be too exhausted when I release your hands again!

…It doesn’t seem like she’s going to… I shrug and padlock those cuffs together behind her back.

I’m relieved… but… it’s mixed with something else… disappointment?

Was I… looking forward to it? To subbing for her?

No! No use thinking about it now, anyway! You can’t unlock her hands and say ‘actually, could you Domme me, please?’ now, can you!?

I come back around to her front and say “Well… your pussy… *tsk* *tsk*… it’s really too indecently nude without a hearty orange bush covering it… what to do about that?… Wait! I know! Perhaps I could do you the favour of covering it with my mouth! Well… of course, this being for your modesty… you wouldn’t be permitted to do anything as immodest as orgasm… does that sound agreeable?”

Wide eyed, she shakes her head.

“Ooooh! Too bad…” I pout “…too bad there’s nothing you can do to stop me! Don’t cum or you’ll regret it!”

I kneel to bring my mouth level to that pussy… now that I’m right up next to it I can see how moist she is… I can also smell how moist she is! It’s raunchy but… not unpleasant…

I put my lips against her cunt and begin working to give her the pleasure she isn’t allowed! The pleasure that will let me punish her with what’s on that chair and what’s under it!

She tastes a little… farmyardy… it’s just a trace but… definitely there… again, it’s not unpleasant!

Should I mention it? Degradation was agreed but… might it be a little… too mean?

Fuck it! It’s good degradation fodder! I’ll just say I made it up, if she mentions it in aftercare and is clearly upset by it…

“You taste like a barn, slut! Did you wash before coming here?” I laugh, momentarily removing my mouth from her pussy.

“Huw dju knuhw whut a buhrn hastes ruik?”

This fucking tart! Her will’s not broken at all!

I redouble my efforts on this juicy cunt of hers! Gripping those oak hard buttocks with my hands and, occasionally, extending a finger to push her plug this way or that…

Having a longer tongue than any other lineage… Tshwane can actually reach the G-spot!

She doesn’t hold up long! It’s only a few minutes before she says “Kuhn Ah Kum Plls, Muhstruhs!?” in an urgent tone that makes it clear she really won’t have a choice in the matter for more than a few moments more.

“Nuh-uh!” I shake my head, my tongue still buried in her pussy.

I’ve barely done giving my refusal when her whole body seizes in the unmistakeable, unconcealable orgasm I’ve given her.

Pulling my long tongue from her, I say “Tut, tut, tut, bitch(!) I have the decency to cover up this lewd pussy of yours for you… and you have the audacity to make it sexual(!) I don’t know what I should have expected of a slut like you(!)”

She actually looks ashamed! That’s hilarious! I mean it’s nice that she’s so immersed that she’s apparently feeling ashamed of the orgasm I just forced her to have!

Well, let’s keep it going!

I unclip the chains from her leather ankle cuffs and stand to tower over her, looking down into that pleading face. I definitely wish I could keep her down here… even though I know I can’t… even if it weren’t both illegal and immoral!

I’m going… aren’t I? I decided at some point earlier… I want adventure! I want to be the kind of woman who says ‘yes’ to going on a deployment to a possible sapience bearing deathworld!

Yes… I’m going, and sexy Neanderthal muscle sluts who claim they have a Domme streak… they’re just shy of being able to convince me to stay!

It would be nice if they would let me take her with me but… I don’t know what their policy on ‘pets’ is… but I’m certain it doesn’t cover 1/6 tonne, Neanderthal, sub sluts(!)

Just enjoy the scene, Xon. Accept the deployment, tomorrow! Scene now!

“I’m afraid… bitch… you’re definitely due some punishment for that orgasm you just had without my say so! Walk to my Throne and wait there!”

She hangs her head and complies, standing, dutifully, facing my Domme Throne.

I follow and bend to pull out a large box with a rounded top from underneath the chair.

I take the dildo from the seat and, maintaining unflinching eyecontact, slide it all the way inside her, causing her to grunt and gasp around her gag.

I slide the sybian between her legs and collect the items I left earlier from the seat.

I sit down and, with a downward point of my finger, indicate that she is to do the same.

She takes her seat on the saddle and I lean over to begin threading the straps around her bent legs, binding her into her seated position with the base of the plug and the dildo contacting the sybian.

I take out the box and open it, unveiling the pride and joy of my collection…

I show it to her “Do you know what this is, slut?”

She looks at it a moment before answering “Uh Gilgo?”

I smirk “No, no, no, NO, bitch! Not just ‘a dildo’!… This is 25cm of fully haptically realistic penis accessory! Once this is adhered over my clit, it will feel like my cock!… and I’m going to put it… aaaaall the way down your throat!” I say, gesturing to where I estimate the tip will end up, below her adam’s apple.

“You are going to swallow it, gratefully… aren’t you, slut!?”

She scowls.

“Yes, you are!” I nod, spitefully, bringing her head to my crotch, such that my bionic genital rests against the right side of her face.

“You’re going to swallow eeeeevery inch of it and you’re going…” I lightly tap the tip of her enormous nose with my index finger “…to like it!”

I slide off my boots, pull down my drenched leather panties, place the faux cock against my clit and engage the adherence… it jacks into my nervous system and I shudder from the new sensory stimulus.

“Just in case you get any ideas, bitch… you should know that this cock has no nociceptic receptors… if you bite it in half I won’t feel any pain from that!… I definitely won’t be pleased, though! You can rest assured that you won’t be released from your restraints until I’ve transferred the replacement value from your holopad to mine!… It wasn’t cheap! If you don’t have the money… I guess you’ll have to stay here for as long as I determine it to take to pay the debt with your body(!) A few thousand sessions should do it(!)”

She still scowls.

“Oh I thought you might be… reluctant… that’s why I got this out!” I say, holding up the kissy lips.

“I think I’m going to take out that rubber ball bit and replace it with this open spreader… but… you understand, I’m not ungagging you to allow all those ugly words of yours out! I’m changing your gag bit to allow my cock in… do you understand? You’re not permitted to speak unless spoken to!”

She nods… I smirk.

I unfasten the rubber ball from her harness gag and quickly press the ridiculous, rubber, red lips into her greeny-brown natural ones before fastening them into place.

“There! Now, aren’t you the perfect little fella-doll! Ready to suck my big black cock!”

She scowls.

“Awww!… Don’t be like that! I’m sure you’ll feel differently when you have me blocking your windpipe(!)” I say, smugly.

I lean forward to turn on the sybian before I grasp her head and bring the tip of my cock to those, forced open, lips…

This thing was almost as expensive as just getting a real one!

One day… I might be a woman with the courage to walk into a gene therapy clinic and say ‘Yes! Make me a futanari! I wish to be a 218cm Tshwane woman… with a cock!’… that day has not yet come!

As my cock disappears down that throat of hers, I feel that high core temperature!

Her skin might be ice cold but her insides are burning hot!

“No gag reflex, huh slut? I guessed as much when I watched you put that stout away earlier!”

She says nothing… not being able to talk with my cock down her throat!

I really couldn’t have asked for a more perfect final hurrah before I go on this mission… I’ll have to send a message to MuscleSwitch88, when I get back! See if she wants to reconnect!

Don’t think about that now, Xon! Just enjoy this bitch bobbing her head between your thighs!

Yes… this is joy!

---Thran’s perspective---

She’s barely giving me a chance to breathe!

Every thirty seconds or so, she pulls out just enough that my windpipe is cleared and I can get a breath… but then she pushes down again!

I may not have a gag reflex but that doesn’t mean I find choking down 25cm of cock simulacrum, as their rammed down my throat, pleasant!

I guess I did agree to throat fucking and breathplay!

The choke chain is not helping!

I’m actually getting pissed off!

She’s looking less and less like a Domme and more and more like a sub, who doesn’t know it yet, as she sits there yanking on my hair to make me swallow this cybercock!

The vibration of the sybian between my bound legs, transmitted up inside me via the dildo and the buttplug, is on the verge of giving me my fifth orgasm of the evening! The first from the whipping, the second from the cunnilingus… the third and fourth from the sybian…

Should I do it?

I could do it… easily!

She gave me permission!

She has the same safeword as me! I don’t need to worry about that!

…I’m going to do it!

I strain the arms that have been conditioned to hypermuscularity over a quarter century of defective limiter genes and a decade of active training!

*Ping*

That’s the sound I knew I’d hear!

---Xon’s perspective---

She’s been making weird faces at me for a while…

Is she angry?

Should I pull out to give her an opportunity to use her gagged safeword?

She’s straining those arms.

What are you doing, bitch?! You are not going to break those cu…

*Ping*

She’s suddenly moving her arms in a way that she should not be able to!

She didn’t just snap a durasteel padlock, did she?!

No matter how strong she is, she couldn’t!

Dommespace vanishes as she brings those meaty arms in front of her and I see that, while the padlock is intact, one of the metal loops it’s chained into has been ripped free of the leather cuff!

Fucking hell! She could have done that all evening!

All that time I was saying to myself ‘Oh, she’d never be able to Domme me from the position she’s in!’ She could have!

I fling her head off my cock and attempt to bolt.

She grabs my wrist and holds it with a crushing grip!

She pulls out those humiliating red rubber lips and says “No, no, nonononoNO! You’re not going anywhere, skank! It’s payback time! This is turnabout, bitch!”

She yanks me off my chair to hold me against her chest.

I’m panicking so much I can’t remember the safeword!

If I could I’d definitely use it!

I was not prepared to be Dommed!

The idea was fun but… now it’s happening…!!!

Pressing me against her with her right arm, she yanks off the straps binding her left leg with her other, she then changes arms to rip off her right leg’s bindings!

She stands and throws me back against what was, until moments ago, my Throne but, now, feels like the chair of a condemned woman!

‘Kumquat’! It was ‘kumquat’! That was the safeword!

…Should I use it?

I look at the sweaty Neanderthal woman who, until mere seconds ago, I thought was my plaything… I see her glistening muscles… let’s see where this goes… ‘kumquat’ is there for me if I need it…

I now notice the unpleasant sensation of male coitus interruptus coming from my faux cock! I didn’t realise it could do that! I’ve never had proceedings broken off like this! Doesn’t that fall under nociception!? It’s very unpleasant!

Having relieved her pussy and arse of the dildo and plug, freed her head from the harness gag and dropped the leather shackles from her wrists and ankles, she points a thickset finger at me and says “Gauze tape!”

I have to think for a moment about what she means… Oh! She meant ‘Gauze tape?’! She meant it as a question but the brusqueness of her voice rendered it a statement in a way that our translators couldn’t overcome!

I point, with a quivering finger, to where I keep the gauze tape and she says “Don’t move!”

The thought of trying to escape hadn’t crossed my mind! I think it was deleted, as a possibility, when I initially tried to bolt and she caught me, instantly!

She goes to the draw I indicated and retrieves a roll of matte black, ultraadhesive gauze tape.

She then goes to the pile of her destroyed clothes I left on the floor and searches… what is she searching for?

She pulls up some beige cloth and turns back to me.

She throws her dirty, cut panties on my lap and says “Put those in your mouth!”

I look at the soaking rag she’s just tossed at me.

“But…”

“But what, skank!? You put pantygags on the table! Are you chickening out now?! Now that it’s YOU who has to suffer it?!?!?!”

What the hell happened to that monotone?!

Without another word, I pick up her panties… and stuff them into my mouth… renewing the lingering taste of Neanderthal pussy…

“Good girl!” she snarls “Now, tape them in there!” she says, tossing the roll of tape at me, contemptuously.

Should I disobey? I mean… she was hardly a model of compliance earlier! I think she’d have been too bratty to even come down here if I hadn’t pulled a ‘gun’ on her!

…I look at those muscles… the muscles that allowed her to effortlessly tear through her bondage the moment she wanted to!

She was never in my power… not once, all evening!

If I’d told her to do something she didn’t want to do… she could have refused! If she’d used her safeword and I had disregarded it… she would have just torn the metal out of her cuffs!...

If I used the safeword… and she decided she didn’t want to listen… there’d be nothing I could do about it!

Why is that thought so… thrilling?!

I’m a Domme, right!? Through and through!?

I look again at the brawny woman… and am suddenly much less sure…

I begin wrapping the tape around my lower head, pulling up my hair to pass it around the back.

Shit! What was the gagged safeword?! ‘Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm’? ‘Nh-nh, nh-mm’?

No it was ‘Mmh-mm, mmh-mm, mmh-mm’… I’m, like… 90% sure…

When I’ve gagged myself, she says “Great… now tape up your feet! When that’s done, lie face down on the chair and put your wrists together behind your back!”

Is this really the same woman who couldn’t see that the barman was embarrassed earlier?! It’s like she’s an entirely different person!

I comply with her demands, taping my feet together and then turning around to put my face against the seat cushion and placing my forearms, one on top of the other, across my spine.

I hear her leaning over to pick up the tape from where I left it, then fumbling to crack the end, succeeding and pulling out enough to get started.

She places the ultraadhesive side of the gauze against the skin of my left wrist and begins winding it around both my forearms.

She really winds it a few too many times! Not everyone has the strength to snap cuffs behind their back!

Eventually, she’s satisfied and flips me back around, allowing me to see the room again.

She bends over me, fixing me with those, now intense, dark green eyes.

She points to my chest and speaks in the same monotone she had earlier… not quite… more powerful, “That… is a bodice fit for a Dominatrix… the only problem is, as of 5 minutes ago, you aren’t a Dominatrix anymore, are you?!”

She hooks her hand into the leather and pulls forward, effortlessly tearing it asunder!

She yanks it out from underneath me and holds it aloft like the scalp of a vanquished foe!

I’m powerless to do anything but watch… and… I like it!

She pulls off my mask, causing a small yelp of pain, as she didn't deactivate the skin adherence first!

She returns to the pile of her destroyed clothes and bends to pick them up… everything except her panties which she made me stuff in my mouth… she walks to the nanoforge and throws the bundle in before instructing something (presumably a repair). She doesn't include the bodice… instead throwing it on the floor at the precise point I left her clothes!

The message could not be clearer ‘If you think you deserve this, repair it on your own time!’

Returning to me with great thumping footfalls and somehow managing to loom as if she were twice the height she is, she leans over and grasps my slender neck with that thick hand.

Using it as a lever she pulls me into a standing position.

“Now, skank… I would like to continue with our session but… this Dungeon isn’t quite to my taste… I assume you have no objection to a change of venue?... I’m sure I can locate your bedroom.”

Before I have a chance to answer through my gag, she barges her shoulder into my waist, folding me in half!

Before I know what’s happening, I’m being lifted, on that powerful shoulder, cleanly into the air!

She’s carrying me like a sack of potatoes and it’s taking about as much effort!... I knew she had to be strong but… to carry more than 80kg over your shoulder… after the exhaustion I just put her through… and not even show any strain!

I feel the pleasant sensation of her yielding breast enfolding the top of the cyperdick I’ve still got attached… that’s… *mmmf*

My lovingly curated Dungeon begins moving away as she walks toward the exit. Then it halts.

“I almost forgot my climate field.” she says, moving to pick it up from the counter top where I left it.

She activates it and I’m instantly far too cold as her preferred temperature encompasses both of us.

“Nnnnh! Plllls! Hhhm hhhm-hmm!” I plead incomprehensibly through her panties and my gauze tape.

“'Too chilly'? Too bad! You made me sweat my nonexistent bollocks off all session! Payback’s a bitch, isn’t she!”… apparently I… wasn’t so incomprehensible…

Seriously, what happened to the oblivious, deadpan girl I brought home from the bar?! She would never use a word like ‘bollocks’, right!? She’d use an anatomical term like ‘testes’ or something if she were referring to them!

Has the rock golem been possessed by the Spirit of a different woman… or is this just the difference between her sub and Domme personalities?

The room resumes its recession, away from me, followed by the stairway… hang on! All the lights are on upstairs… and we didn’t shut the curtains! She’s stuck in the cellar!… Unless she wants to display both of our nude and my bound bodies to the entire neighbourhood!

…Please tell me she cares! Please tell me she doesn’t adopt the same ‘get over it’ attitude she did about outting us, earlier!!!

She comes to the top of the stairs, deactivates the privacy field and lock, opens the door… and hesitates…

Ha! That’s right, bitch! What now! You’re trapped! Guess we’ll just have to go back down to the Love Dungeon and if you apologise really nicely, after you untie me, I won’t punish you too…

“House, close curtains…” she speaks, loudly and authoritatively, followed by the sound of all the curtains mechanically closing.

Curses! Betrayed by my own labour saving devices!?

Well… I guess there’s no getting out of it… she’s going to take me upstairs and have her way with me…

I mean, I could use the safeword… but I feel as if that would be, like, an admission of inadequacy!

It was a little ridiculous of me to think, even for a moment, that a lit house and no clothes would have foiled her, though!

She begins making her way up my stairs and, while they’re certainly well-built enough to take it… I can’t help but realise that the designers probably never imagined well north of 200kg resting on one pair of feet!

I get the view of my upstairs corridor moving away behind us as she instantly seems to locate which door leads to my bedroom (based on Spirits know what!) and takes me inside.

She flings me onto my bed before hitting the privacy field.

I attempt to wriggle away (I don’t know where) but I feel that compellingly forceful hand grasp my shoulder and turn me over like flipping a rug!

She pins me to the bed, applying her weight through her hand.

She grasps my chin and turns my eyes to look into hers.

“Give it up, skank! I’ve got you! You’re mine! There’s nowhere for you to run… and if there were, I would catch you! Right now, you’re fuckmeat! A cocksleeve! A toy for me to play with!”

Cocksleeve? What’s she talking about? I’m the one with the…

She reaches to my crotch and deactivates the skin adherence of my most expensive toy… emasculating me!

She holds up her prize for a moment before turning it to her own clit and reactivating the stick!

She has quite literally taken my cock from me and made it her own!

…I wonder what Freud would have to say about that(!)

Recovering from the nerve jack shudders, she admires herself for a moment before looking at me… now stripped of the last vestige of Dommehood… unless you count black mascara and lipstick… the latter of which is buried under tape!

“I think this looks better on me than you, wouldn’t you agree, bitch? It takes a real woman to have a cock this big(!)”

I nod, pitifully… despite being custom ordered for me and matched to my skin tone… it, somehow, looks a lot more at home jutting from her hairless crotch!

She straddles my hips, allowing me to really feel that incredible density!

She brings the tip of my (turned her) cock to the lips of my pussy.

“Now… let’s teach this pathetic skinny body of yours the joy of surrender!” she says, then plunges inside me with every last inch!

---Thran’s perspective, post session---

I look at the closed eyes of the goddess of Domination and the slut of submission who’s just given me the most fulfilling session of my life… It feels so… freeing… both to Domme and to sub! It feels like the one time I can really be myself!… I don’t need to be blank mask Thran! I can be the bratty sub! I can be the cruel Domme! I can be both! She let me be both… despite subbing not being to her taste!… I’m so happy!

While I feel like she’s just given me enough sexual fulfilment to last a two year voyage… I can’t help but be… disappointed to leave her behind…

Stop… don’t be sad that it’s over, Thran! Be happy it happened!

She may look like it but she’s not sleeping… just resting her eyes.

Her mascara has streaked all down those broad, flat, Tshwane cheeks of hers, from where she started crying from the intensity… the same way I did, during the whipping.

“I really thought you were going to crush my skull when you were making me fellate you! Those really are some thunderthighs you’ve got!” she laughs, quietly, not opening her eyes.

“Yes, you really got into the role of the helpless, unwilling sub! You actually made me worry you’d forgotten the safeword a few times!”

She blushes, enough for me to see it even through her dark skin.

“I would… never do something as… irresponsible as forget the safeword we arranged…!” she says, haltingly.

It’s very cute… even if I can’t quite understand the deeper meaning I feel must be there.

I stroke her jet black hair for a minute.

Her eyes open, all of a sudden, and she turns them on me.

“Hey…” she says.

“Hey…?” I reply.

“Look… listen… that was a fucking fantastic session and, while you haven’t made a sub of me, I think you’ve definitely made a Switch of me! I… I don’t want this to end… but… I’m going on a voyage… I’ll be gone for two years… it’ll be… soon!… I was just wondering… I mean… obviously you’re invited to stay for breakfast (I hope you like pancakes)… I was just wondering… if you would like to… do this again… before I leave… and… I hope I’m not coming on too strong but… If you’re free in two years, when I get back… maybe… I could drop you a line?… We could reconnect at that point?”

Slightly distractedly, I say “Uhhm… yes… that’s all fine…” and she gives an exhilarating smile… that’s not helping me think!

We are… right by a military barracks… I’m leaving on a ship for two years, soon… just yesterday Mistress Miyazaki met with a woman that Bright Plumers recommended as a military attaché… I didn’t see that woman as I was inspecting the ship and was assured there was zero security risk from her… could it be…?

“Xon… would you tell me the name of the ship you’re going to be voyaging on?”