---Tuun’s perspective---

I walk through the door to my room and see a mess of curly hair over the top of a bare, muscular, pale skinned back, sat on my bed.

Victor has both his hands on Fluffy’s lower jaw and is playing with her furry face chub in a way that she seems to be enjoying.

Her yowls of pleasure sound… strange…

I’m not used to my implants yet.

Victor, Thran and Samus can all use the onboard regen tube to have their natural hearing fully restored.

Not having a Terran constitution (more in the sense of ‘construction of my body’ than ‘hardiness of it’ in this case), I have been advised that the only circumstance I should ever be put in one of their regen tubes is when my condition is otherwise lifethreatening… So, I have cochlear implants (whipped up by Mouse) embedded into my earcanals until the next time I can get to a regen tube meant for my species’ physiology.

I mount the bed and shuffle forward on my knees to wrap my upper arms around Victor’s shoulders and my lowers around his chest.

My chest squashed against his shoulderblades, I bring my lips to the right side of his neck and waggle my left ear to tickle the right side of his face as I kiss him.

With a mirthful puff, he smiles over his shoulder at me.

“How’re the implants, baby?” he asks, his voice strange, both from his own current deafness and my unfamiliar new hearing apparatus.

“A… little weird but I’ll get used to them… I’m just glad we all made it out of there alive!”

“Mmmm!” he agrees “Definitely thought we were gonna die when he had us strapped down to those slabs!”

“You… erm…” I say, my heart pounding from the nerves of the line of questioning I’m about to open up “…didn’t feel any… excitement… in that situation… did you?”

Victor’s hands stop moving against Fluffy’s pudgy, fluffy face.

His expression a mixture of mirth and incredulity, he turns his head to look at me over his shoulder and answers “As sexy an image as it was, out of context, I was a little preoccupied with the whole life-and-death scenario to get at all horny over seein’ you strapped down and gagged, Tuun(!)… Were you excited?”

I shake my head “Not… at the time… no.”

He gives a slightly cruel laugh as he asks “You’ve been fantasisin’ ’bout bein’ chained down to one of those nightmare tables, gagged and helpless, since then?”

“Erm… yes and no…” I answer, my cheeks burning from the embarrassment.

“How ‘no’?” he asks, his judgement clear through his mirth.

“It… I’m… I’ve… It’s not me tied up that I’ve been thinking about…”

Dismay crosses his face as he says “Babe!? I’m not up for a poly session… even if Thran and Samus weren’t both in relationships and neither of ’em at all male inclined that’d still be the case!… The answer is ‘no’!”

I shake my head “Not them…”

“I don’t care who it is!… Like I said, I ain’t poly and that’s a boundary!” he answers, obliviously.

“It’s not anyone else either…” I confess quietly.

“Whuh…?” he says, utterly baffled “…I don’t get it!… You said it wasn’t you…? Who is it if it isn’t you and isn’t anyone else?!”

“Well… Victor…” I say, agonising about how to tell him “…the one I’ve been fantasising about… the one I want to see tied up again… is… you…”

His entire body goes tense for a few moments before he begins to turn.

I let go of him as he slowly wheels in place to face me.

His mouth is hanging open, his brow is furrowed and his eyes are performing tiny jerks, not meeting mine.

Eventually, he manages “You… want to Domme me?!”

“Look,I’m weirded outbyit too! Inever thoughtI would have anyinclinationlikethis!It’sjustthatIcan’tgettheimageofyousnarlingthroughyourgagoutofmymindandyoutoldme,ifIeverwantedtorenegotiatethingsortrythingsthatIshouldjusttalktoyouaboutitandthat’swhatI’mdoingnowandIjust…!”

“Tuun…” he says, cutting me off there.

I fall silent.

“I… I need to think about it, alright?”

“You’re weirded out.” I pout.

He considers lying to me but ends up saying “Yeah, a little…”

“Do you hate me for…”

“No.” he answers immediately “I love you, Tuun… and I’m not even sayin’ ‘definitely not’… I’m just sayin’ ‘I need to think about it’… Why don’t we have a sit down when I get back from regen… Not like I’ll have anythin’ else besides thinkin’ to do while I’m floatin’ there(!)… When I get back, we can talk about it, K?”

---Victor’s perspective---

“Ow!” I reproach.

“Stop complaining…” answers the source of my pain “…you were the one who insisted you didn’t need any analgesia.”

“Didn’t think gettin’ things pushed in my ears’d hurt so much!”

Gato shrugs “The stem cell gel layers need to be perfectly positioned over your destroyed eardrum, unless you want to live the rest of your life deaf… Of course, if that’s not something you mind, we can stop right here(?)”

I don’t dignify that.

“Aaaaand… done…” declares the deadpan man “…stand up and undress.”

“No foreplay, Doc(?)” I quip.

He gives an exasperated sigh and answers “I assure you, Victor, if my sex drive were ever to finally arrive, my first instinct would not be to try my luck with a being capable of crushing my pelvis with minimal effort! Nor would I attempt to seduce any of my patients… Now stand up, undress and get in the tube.”

I chuckle before following his instructions.

My last thread stripped and folded, I step into the 3m tall, 1.5m diameter cylinder.

The door shuts and I’m sealed in.

Clear, blue, rejuvenating fluid wells up from the floor.

Always a bit unnerving to have regen conscious…

Especially with being half drowned recently, this has my heartrate up!

The fluid reaches my head and I take a deep exhale before dunking my head.

My diaphragm works hard to pull the liquid, far denser and more viscous than it’s adapted to handle, into my lungs.

It really flies in the face of my every instinct to purposefully inhale fluid!

As much as I know that this is safe to breathe, my hindbrain is still screaming at me that inhaling things that aren’t gases=drowning!

I’m able to feel the porous ear plugs I’m wearing wettening as capillary action takes in the moisture.

The sensation of my inner ear filling up as the liquid flows through the gel layer is fucking nauseating!

Gonna have a bit of a gluey ear for a little while after this but it beats being deaf!

The tube, my lungs and my ears now completely filled, I’m able to relax.

6 hours I’ve got to float here…

Seems like a long time but Gato explained that regenerating suspended tissue like an eardrum is more complicated than it sounds and that the extra time was necessary.

6 hours I’ve got to consider what Tuun told me…

I’ve… never had the slightest inclination to role reversal before…

The experience aboard that hell station did not endear the notion to me!

Part of me finds the fact that Tuun thought any part of that process was sexy (even after the danger had passed) deeply offputting!

She’s a freak and I love her for it but… I mean come on!

A situation like that… awakened something in her?!

It sort of suggests a worrying lack of ability to separate fantasy from reality!

…Am I being a hypocrite here?

I mean… we do slave play despite having fought folk who came right out and stated an intention to enslave her!

Is it just that I’m not into it that I’m applying this standard?

I suppose, if there’s a difference, it’s that I wasn’t directly made horny by Jax saying he was gonna take her as a slave! Exactly the opposite! It was a long time after that that the word ‘slave’ didn’t feel fucking gross in my mouth, even in a bedroom context!

I give up on trying to unpick my messy feelings about the origin of Tuun’s new impulse for the moment, instead just trying to consider it without that baggage.

I mean… do I know I won’t like it?

Does that matter?

Would it be worth doing just to have done it? Same way my few trysts with guys ended up making me surer of my straightness? Maybe trying this would be a nice little affirmation of my Domhood?

‘I tried subbing… Wasn’t for me!’ is a much firmer position than ‘I just really, really, really don’t think I’ll like it…’

But… what if… what if she ends up loving it!?

If she ends up realising she’s a switch and I’m still 100% Dom, doesn’t that stand to fuck up our whole sexual dynamic?!

But… if she is a switch… would it be right to try and keep her from realising it just for selfish reasons?

Definitely not, right?

This is making me unhappy to think about!

After a bit of stewing, I decide to try visualising what it would be like on the other side of the ropes…

If we’re heading towards a relationship where I’m gonna be asked to switch, I’ve got to get used to it because… the alternative is unbearable to think about!

I close my eyes and I’m back in that nightmare ward.

I do a quick edit to the scenario to remove the mortal peril and Tuun, Thran and Samus bound there alongside me.

I’m alone, chained down, gagged and struggling to be free while furiously shouting invectives into the hard rubber in and over my mouth.

Oh… I should probably edit out my clothes(!)

She appears…

Her face adorned with a cocky smirk, Tuun steps into the light and struts toward me with a confident swagger…

What would she say when she stops?

‘Look what I have here’?

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My imaginary Domme Tuun leans over and places a four fingered palm against my right pectoral.

She leans in and…?

Tuts! She’d tut!

‘*tsktsktsktsktsk* So angry!’ she says sensually, raising a hand to my furious face ‘…Let’s see if we can’t change that expression of yours, shall we?’

My stomach swoops…

Interesting…

That’s not all that happens, either…

Back in the real world, I feel a twitch between my legs.

Instantly, I shatter the fantasy!

I’m fully nude in a clear chamber and Gato’s sitting right there doing some admin!

He’s not looking at me but… if he did…

No, no, no, no, no!

I’ve got to avert this!

I try and imagine the least sexy things I can!

Faeces!

Smelly breath!

Vomit!

Rotting meat!

Hagfish!

Pus!!!

…No use!

There’s nothing so putrescent I can think of that can forestall what’s happening…

Then, my stomach swoops as a memory occurs to me.

These tubes have a feature… one I’ve never felt it necessary to use before but…

---Gato’s perspective---

Something happens in the corner of my eye.

Frowning, I turn to the regen tube.

What was clear glass with a muscular Terran hovering in blue fluid in it now appears to be a perfectly matte black cylinder.

Interesting… he’s activated the privacy setting… he’s never done that before…

I wonder what’s suddenly so private? It’s not as if I haven’t seen him nude, many times… and it’s not as if I have any interest in such things!

Did he make himself selfconscious with his own joke earlier?!

Terrans are strange!

---Victor’s perspective---

I walk through a privacy field into me and Tuun’s room.

The fluid is finally fully drained from my inner ear as of yesterday evening.

“Baby…?” I call and receive no response.

I take a few steps into the room, my arms folded behind me.

The very same instant the door closes and locks, two hands seize my wrists and another two clap a pair of ratcheting cuffs around them.

“Hey! What the fuck!?” I protest, angrily.

One of the hands seizes a hank of my hair and jerks my head back and up, pulling my mouth open.

As fast as lightening, something is whipped across my face by one hand and caught by another on the other side.

A hard piece of rubber on the inside of a rubber panel is forced into my mouth.

The panel is fastened into place behind my head. It extends from just above my chin spur to just above the bottom of my nose in the vertical direction (my nose slotting neatly into a notch in the top) and from masseter muscle to masseter muscle in the horizontal.

I hear a pair of feet leaving the floor an instant before I feel a pair of feet being planted squarely into my shoulderblades!

The force she leverages against me and the amount of time she is out of contact with the floor lets me know my attacker’s arms must be pushing against the wall.

I topple forward and manage to stumble to the bed as I hear her feet touch down.

The next instant, I feel three hands on my right ankle and one on my left to brace it against any attempts to kick.

My right leg is dragged over to the right side of the bed and shackled there.

Four hands move to my left leg and heave it to the left side of the bed, flipping me onto my back, before shackling it there.

I glare and growl up as I get a look at my attacker for the first time…

---Tuun’s perspective---

Oh my Gods, oh my Gods, oh my Gods!

I’m doing it!

I’ve got him!

He’s on our bed with his feet shackled to the footboard, his arms cuffed behind him and a panelgag (just like the one that that AI put on him) over his mouth!

My heart is pounding, my stomach is swooping and my breaths are ragged!

The bridge of his nose and skin between his eyebrows are creased as his stifled voice growls with rage and his thick limbs struggle and strain against their bonds.

I have to say something!

Shit I’m nervous!

“Uhm… Hello there!”

Fuck!

Stupid, Tuun! That was stupid!

I was going for a cocky ‘General Kenobi’ vibe but that is not how it came out!

I ended up sounding more like a shy uni fresher about to ask for directions around campus!

“I’ve… I’ve caught you!”

OK, way to state the obvious, Tuun(!)

He snarls at me through his gag like a muzzled beast!

It’s thrilling!

He’s playing his part much better than me!

OK, maybe words aren’t my strongsuit…

Perhaps I’m more of a Domme of action?

I go to the headboard and yank out several metres of chain from each side.

I first take the cuff from the left side of the bed to his left side and poke it under him to attach it around his already cuffed wrist.

I repeat on his other side.

“Sit up…” I request.

“Huck guh!” he answers.

OK, Tuun… he’s teed you up… Don’t mess this up!

Doing my best cocky smirk, I pick up one of the loose chains and, my tone as patronising as I can manage, explain “You know what’s on the other end of these chains, Mr Taylor…? Because it’s a winch, capable of reeling in with 12000n of force!” I fain a considering frown as I pose “What do you think will happen if I set it to retract while you’re hands are still cuffed behind you?… What will be the first to break? The winch? The carbon steel cuffs? The tungsten-alloy chains?… Because my bet would be on your calciate bones being the first to give!… So… are you going to sit up so I can take your cuffs off?”

He scowls… and then sits up.

“Good boy!” I smile and pat his head as I round his back.

The instant his handcuffs are off I leap over him, just clear of the range where he has enough slack to lunge at me.

He, of course, lunges at me anyway and furiously roars through his gag as his curled fingers slash through the air, inches from my face.

I smirk and tap my holopad.

The chains begin spooling in, slowly dragging his hands backward through the air, away from me.

The winch obviously wouldn’t actually break his arms.

Not that it doesn’t have the power to do that, it’s just, as a BDSM model, it has safety features that would kick in before that point!

I don’t rely on those however, cutting the reel at precisely the moment that his body is under enough tension that he can’t struggle (much) and well before he’s in any danger.

“Well, now…” I say, breathlessly “…aren’t you a sight(!)…All that strength and, yet… so helpless!”

In response, more impotent rage comes my way.

I affect a smirk and pick up a pair of scissors from the bedside table.

“Let’s see about unwrapping my little… ‘present’ now, shall we?”

---Victor’s perspective---

I’m completely powerless to do anything except emit stifled protests as Tuun (dressed in a skin tight, black leather catsuit) brings a pair of scissors to the hem of my t-shirt and begins bisecting it up the front.

When she reaches the collar, she moves the blades to my left shoulder.

This time, it takes a few attempts before they actually bite.

I ignore the fumble, the same way I would for real, and she manages to finally sever the fabric.

My right shoulder severed, she yanks my destroyed top out from under me, giving me a slight friction burn on my shoulderblades.

She moves on to the cuff of my left trouser leg and begins cutting.

I watch as she goes all the way up the outside of my leg and then switches sides.

She pulls my severed garment out from under my arse.

She frowns at my unveiled bulge…

Sliding the scissors under my pants, along the crease between my abductor brevis muscle and pubic bone, she chops through the fabric.

The tension in my boxers is released but, rather than immediately exposing me, she slides the scissors up the same place on the other side.

---Tuun’s perspective---

I make the last of the necessary cuts to his clothing and discard the scissors.

Taking the front of his waistband in my hand, I pull his pants away.

“Oh… Mr Taylor…” I say, disappointed “…you’re still soft?!”

I have to take a full third of a second here to recall something he said he wanted me to include in this session…

What was it? What was it? What was it!?

Ah! I remember!

He wanted me to tut!

“*tsktsktsktsktsk* Such an ungrateful boy(!) All this attention I’m showing you and you don’t even have the decency to be hard for me yet(?!)”

The only answer I get is an angry sneer and a lurch of his balled fists in a futile struggle against the chains.

“Well… nothing for it, I suppose…(!) Bad boys must be punished(!)”

I reach to the collar of my catsuit and, with my upper left hand, grip the zip between my thumb and middle finger (or ring finger, as it’s currently acting(!))

I sensually unzip my outfit down past my chest, exposing the meeting of my squashed together breasts, past my stomach and slow down to a crawl as I reach the top of my pelvis.

I expose my womanhood at an agonisingly slow speed!

I bring the zip to between my thighs… but I’m not done yet…

My lower left hand takes over from the other side and keeps unzipping all the way to where a Human’s coccyx would be.

The cleavage of my tits, pussy and arse all exposed through the zip, I crawl up his front.

I take his angry face between all four of my hands and smirk at him before planting a kiss on his forehead.

Then, I bring my right knee to the right side of his chest, just below his armpit, and my left to his left, my shins across his upper arms.

Having turned fully around, my arse is now suspended just above his face.

I sit…

Crushing his nose between my pussy lips and his eyes below my arsecheeks, I smother him with my hips.

I lean forward to squash my breasts against his stomach.

He struggles and thrashes as his stifled moans reverberate pleasantly through my pelvis.

I bring my lower hands to stroke along the flanks of his abdomen and my uppers to caress his inner thighs.

My mouth I bring to his still disappointingly flaccid member!

“Nnn nn nnnnnnn!” he rages.

“You can breathe just as soon as you get hard for me… boy!” I say, grinding my arse into his face and giving his cock a little kiss.

Of course, I don’t actually suffocate him!

Periodically, I lift up my hips just enough to let him get a breath of pussy scented air(!)

“Oh… what’s this(!?)” I grin as his cock finally starts to swell “It seems you are just as much of a little slut as I thought afterall, Mr Taylor!”

I look at the enormous cock that, right now, I have every liberty to do whatever I want with…

I sigh “I suppose, I did promise you air once you got hard for me…”

I raise my hips and he takes a long, gasping inhale through his nose.

His deep breaths tickle my pussy in a very pleasing way.

“Buuut… I never said how looong I’d let you breathe…” I smirk up at him between our sandwiched chests “…and… your nose is such a lovely pussy cosy… So, I think, while I help myself to this juicy member of yours… I’m going to let you keep enjoying my lips on your nose, OK?”

I give him just enough time to start his angry protests before I bring my hips back down.

I bring my lips to his glans and begin sliding my mouth down his length, purposefully letting the tips of my canines run along his shaft (just a little) as I do.

I gush from the erotic sensation of him stretching my throat!

It might be a slightly facile observation but… the best things about Domming as opposed to subbing are that, not only do I set the pace… I set the agenda… and I set the rules!

As much as the whole point of subbing is to feel helpless, powerless… out of control, Domming is all about feeling in power and in control!

I don’t have to wait to see what hole he deigns to allow me his cock in and when!

I don’t have to beg and plead for it!

I want it, I just take it!

It’s a refreshing change…

I’m feeling his pleasure build and just lamenting the fact that his orgasm is going to be wasted when… the thought occurs to me that, being in control, I can simply stop!

---Victor’s perspective---

Exactly where I’m coming up on the point of no return, the lips and throat are removed from my cock and the lips and arse are lifted from my face…

Able to breathe again I inhale deeply through my nose.

My mid face is wet, sticky and thick with the sickly sweet smell of my fiancée’s arousal.

The uncomfortable feeling from Tuun blue balling me begins to set in.

She lifts her legs off of my arms and turns around, one foot planted on either side of my torso.

She smirks down at me and reaches to the front of her catsuit.

Her top hands slide under the zips above her round, shapely tits… her bottoms slide in below.

She pulls the two sides of the form fitting garment apart, revealing her little, brushy tasples.

With impossible grace, she slides all four of her arms out of their skin tight sleeves at once and pushes the suit down her legs.

She steps out of the suit, hooks one of her feet beneath it and flicks it off the bed.

Fully nude, she takes a seat on my stomach, my sensitive cock being pushed between her arsecheeks but not inside of her.

She lies her front on top of mine and strokes all four of her slender, four fingered hands over the muscles of my chained arms.

She smiles lovingly into my face, breaking character slightly.

I do my best to maintain my hateful glare.

She brings the hand with her engagement ring on it to my right cheek and strokes over the rubber strap securing my gag.

“So strong… so powerful… so commanding and yet…” her smile widens “…reduced to a plaything by a few pieces of metal and rubber… A wild animal… made a tame pet(!)”

I have to admit… this is nice…

Much as I like being in control and in command, normally, switching up is… relaxing…

Don’t have to be thinking about what to say to keep the scene going and not break the immersion, don’t have to be making any decisions, don’t have to exert myself!

All I have to do is lie hear and enjoy her adoration while accepting whatever agenda she decides to set.

It’s a nice change of pace!

“Well, boy… I’d say it’s time for the main event, wouldn’t you(?)” she grins, moving her hands to my chest and lifting her hips.

Her lower right hand apprehends my cock and aims it squarely at her lips.

One moment of hesitation follows… then she engulfs me inside of her…

Her bottom slaps against my hips as she gently bounces up and down in her cowgirl ride.

Her large breasts sway, hypnotically, up and down on her chest with the motion.

Her top and bottom sets of arms take it in turns being the ones bearing her weight as she leans on my chest… a useful method for eking out her stamina.

The divine features of her face twist in pleasure as she takes all of me inside of her.

It occurs to me that I’ve completely forgotten to act like her angry prisoner/victim, being so transfixed by the display!

I’m close and… I can see she is too but…

She’s flagging…

Her motions are getting limper… less powerful as she exhausts the last of her stamina!

I hesitate…

If I did what I’m considering doing… would it break the scene?

No…

I can make it work!

Putting on a defiant expression, as if I think I’m winning some great victory and taking some portion of my agency back (despite still being chained to the bed), I plant my shoulders and ankles into the mattress and arch my body to thrust my hips up.

She’s clearly taken by surprise at the development and almost falls off me!

I keep thrusting upward against the 40kg bearing down on my hips, taking the majority of the strain off of her.

She hangs on to me, allowing me to take over the relay for the last stretch…

I’m almost there…

I increase my pace!

We’re both teetering on a knife edge.

One final, upwards thrust causes me to erupt inside her.

Her eyes cross and she cries out as I bring her to orgasm.

She slumps against my chest, my cock still plugging my seed inside her.

I look down to examine her face.

Out cold!

Usually, I’d put her under the covers and cuddle her when she experiences an orgasm related loss of consciousness… right now though, my hands are a little tied(!)

Well… nothing to do but wait till she comes around and releases me…

---Tuun’s perspective---

“OK… tell me honestly… you hated it right?” I pout into Victor’s chest under the covers.

He chuckles “I absolutely, definitely, did. not. hate it!”

“But…!” I say, incredulously, poking my head out from the duvet to look at his smiling face “…you were so unsure about trying it… and I was such a terrible Domme!”

He shakes his head “You were a fantastic Domme, baby!… Waaaaay better than my first time trying my hand at it… And you’re right, I was uncertain about it… until I gave myself an erection imaginin’ it in the regen tank(!)… All in all, I’d say that was a ‘10/10, would sub again’ experience(!)… Did you hate it? You don’t want to do it again?”

I think about that “No… everything apart from the anxiety about whether you were enjoying yourself, I really liked… but…”

He cocks an eyebrow “But?”

I grimace “I’d like to do it again but… not for a while… As much as I enjoyed it, I still think I’m more comfortable subbing…”

He furrows his brow and nods vigorously “Yeah! Yeah! For sure!… I don’t want this to be the new status quo either!… But… it is a nice little bit of spice to add to the rotation… I’d not mind subbin’ every… maybe, twentieth session for the time bein’?… Subject to negotiation, obviously!”

Encouraged that he apparently liked it enough to already be suggesting followups, I smile and answer “Alright… that sounds good… Let’s try that…”

He grins and says “Alright! Great! You ready to sleep?”

I nod.

“Lights out.” he instructs, plunging the room into complete darkness for him and dimness for me.

I lie with my head on his chest for a few moments, listening to him breathe.

Then, I think of something.

“Victor…?” I whisper.

“Yeah, babe?” he responds.

“Pancakes for breakfast?”

He thinks about that for a moment before answering “Sure, babe…”