PART THREE

"Sentient! But...but that's not possible!" exclaimed the sandy-haired young pilot, his eyes wide with surprise. "Apparantly it is," said the captain, "she definitely knows she's a hologram, Tom, she told me so herself." "But how?" "I have no idea," Janeway admitted with a shrug, "I was hoping you might have some answers. You did design her, after all." Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat and sighed in confusion. "Captain, I think of myself as a fairly accomplished holo-programmer, but honestly, I'm not that good. I swear, however Sandrine came to aquire this sentience, it's nothing to do with me." "You didn't deviate from your usual techniques or protocols when you were designing her programme?" "No" replied the puzzled young man with a shake of his head, "I can't explain it."

Janeway sighed and pushed her chair back, standing up to pace over to her replicator and order coffee. She had meant to talk to Tom about Sandrine's revelation months ago but, somehow, had never managed to get around to it. Now that she had, however, she was at a loss. "Well then, we'll just have to put it down to one of those freaky accidents, I guess," she said, returning to her desk, "but it does present us with somewhat of a problem." "Ma'am?" The captain leaned forward conspiritorially and lowered her voice. "From what she tells me, many of the crew are in the habit of....shall we say...'using' her." Tom reddened at the thought of some of the nights he himself had spent with the charming Frenchwoman and avoided the captain's eyes. "Don't get me wrong," she continued, "I'm not judging and I don't think she was complaining but, all the same, if she's sentient she has certain rights, one of which is the right not to be......" "used?" supplied Tom. "Exactly.....unless she particularly wants to be, of course." Tom looked up and smiled at the sparkle in the capain's eyes. "Look into it, Tom....discreetly. I want to know whether she's happy, if she needs anything, and if she's being mistreated in any way I want it stopped. You're her designer so I guess that makes you at least partly responsible for her wellbeing." "Yes ma'am," said the lieutenant as he stood to leave, "I'll get right on it."

* * * * * *

Janeway flinched at the sting in her back as she shifted in her chair, and smiled as she was reminded of yesterday's adventure on the holodeck. Of course, she hadn't known she was on the holodeck at the time. She had believed that all these things were happening in the real world and that she would have a lot of explaining to do to the doctor when it was over. She still couldn't believe that Seven had had the nerve to trick her like that. She knew she should be furious with her lover, after all, the whole episode had left Seven guilty of a number of protocol violations, including drugging a superior officer and utilising a holoversion of a member of the crew without their knowledge; 'at least', thought Janeway, 'I hope to the gods that B'Elanna didn't know about it'. She found, however, that it was impossible for her to be angry with Seven. The experience had been so exciting, and she was sure that had she known it was just a holoprogram, the full effect would have been lost. A pity it was an idea that could only work once.

The captain raised her eyes as the doorchime sounded and called out "come," fighting to control the urge to run across the room and throw herself into her lover's arms when the blonde strode through the door. "You wanted to see me, Captain?" asked the statuesque woman as she entered gracefully, and Janeway brutally squashed the desire to kiss her lover until she couldn't breathe. "Yes," she squeaked, clearing her throat before continuing "we should go over your report, Seven, there are a few things I need to clear up." "Very well" agreed the Borg, sitting down stiffly on the chair opposite Janeway's desk.

They spent the next half hour discussing the few minor problems that had arisen in Astrometrics since Seven's last report, and when everything was sorted out the captain sat back and said, "Well, I think that about covers it. Anything else we need to discuss, Seven?" "I do not believe so, Captain" stated the Borg calmly. "Good" replied the captain, standing to move around her desk and stretching out a hand toward Seven, "then why don't you come up to my couch and relax, darling? there's something I want to say to you." This change of tone and manner was the captain's way of telling her that, all business finished with, they were once more lovers and the Borg stretched out to take Janeway's hand with a tender smile.

They sat on the sofa, arms wrapped around eachother, kissing softly, until eventually Janeway raised up and stradled Seven's thighs. Tentatively, Seven reached up to unzip the red and black jacket, expecting to be stopped at any moment, but the captain was enjoying herself too much to interfere and soon her jacket and turtleneck were lying on the floor. "What if.....someone..... comes...in?" asked Seven, between kisses. Janeway giggled and pulled back to look into Seven's eyes, "the possibility of getting caught just makes it more exciting, don't you think?" she asked. "But, is it not inappropriate.....to be acting in this manner.....when we're on duty?" asked the blonde, her breathing becoming shorter. Janeway's mouth travelled up from the Borg's throat to her ear and she whispered, "yes, totally" as she began to lick and nibble at Seven's ear, making the Borg whimper softly.

"Kathryn?" moaned Seven, as Janeway moved her hands down and rested them on her partner's ample bosom, "what did you.....want to say...to me?" "Mmmm?" asked the captain as she licked and kissed her way down Seven's neck. "There was something you wished to say" the Borg reminded her raspily. "Oh yeah," said Janeway, as if she had only just remembered, and she straightened up to gaze down at her lover, "I wanted to say thank you....for last night. It was incredible." Seven smiled broadly and stated "I thought you may be angry about my subterfuge." "Well, I probably should be, but somehow, I don't know, I'm just....not." She laughed and leant down to kiss Seven thoroughly on her full lips. "There was something else I had to tell you" she announced softly. "Yes?" "I love you, Annika" she said, dreamily as she leant in for another kiss.

"I have something to ask you, too" announced Seven when they had drawn apart in order to breathe. "Yes? What is it?" Seven settled the captain back at her side and turned her body slightly towards her, drawing one long leg up so that it rested fully on the couch. "I would like to know how it feels when I hurt you like I did last night." The question took Janeway slightly aback and she was silent for a while before answering. "I'm not sure how best to describe it" she said, "it doesn't really compare with anything else." "I would like to try it" said Seven calmly, as if she were announcing that she would like to sample some new dish of Neelix's.

Janeway smiled and caressed Seven's cheek softly. "Oh, darling," she crooned, "it's not for everyone, you know. Most people don't enjoy being hurt." "But you do." "Yes, under the right circumstances, in the right way, by the right person.....but that doesn't mean to say that you would enjoy it." Seven sat back, her brow wrinkling a little as she thought. After a minute or so of silence she said, "that's true, but how will I know if I don't try it? Kathryn, doing those things to you, it makes me so....." she trailed off, lost for words. The captain smiled as her hand caressed her lover's forearm and suggested "hot?" Seven nodded, "yes, very."

Kathryn smiled and tried to explain "the pleasure that I get in those situations, it's not just about the pain, you know? It's about power and control too. Ostensibly I give up my power and control, I give them to you willingly because I trust you. But I don't really give them up entirely. I have the ultimate power over you because I only have to say the word and I know you will stop....and I have control when you forbid me to come, control over my body and its reponses and willpower not to say the word." The captain moved closer and stroked the young woman's cheek. "This is quite a complex issue, Seven. I want you to do some research and think very carefully about it before you make a decision. If you have any questions I'll be happy to talk to you some more. I'm not saying I don't want to do it but you have to be aware of all the conotations, you have to be sure you're ready. It can be quite overwhelming if you're not." "Very well," agreed the younger woman, "I will look into the matter. But if, after all my research and thought, I still want to try it?" "Then I'll be more than happy to oblige" Kathryn agreed, with a flirtatious flick of her eyebrows.

* * * * * *

Kathryn smiled as the lusious form of Sandrine materialized in front of her. "Ah, La belle capitainne!" greeted the hologram with a smile of her own as she stepped towards the small redhead and took her hands, "it's good to see you, my friend." "How are you, Sandrine?" asked the captain when she had been released from the Frenchwoman's fierce embrace. "Fine, fine" came the reply with a dismissive wave of an elegant hand, "but, more important, how are you and the beautiful Seven?" Janeway gave a subtle huff of pleasure as a delicate flush crept onto her face. "We're good, Sandrine, in fact we're better than good. I don't think I've ever been so happy." Sandrine nodded appreciatively in reply. "Can I get you something from the bar?" she offered but the captain shook her head and said "No, thank you, I've just come to ask you something, if I may." "Mais certainement, ma Capitainne, please sit."

When they were both sitting comfortably by the window of the empty bar, Sandrine waiting patiently for the captain's enquiry, Janeway suddenly found it difficult to begin. "It's....it's a little delicate, Sandrine," she stammered, shifting uneasily on the hard seat beneath her, "and I'm not really sure how to....I mean...I..." The Frenchwoman chuckled softly and gave the captain a knowing smile as she leant forward to place her hand over the captain's and still its fidgeting. "There is no need to be embarrassed, Katrine," she cooed, "I assure you, it takes a lot to shock me. I am French, you know?" Kathryn laughed and relaxed visibly, allowing out the breath she had unconsciously been holding and beginning again.

"When you and Seven were...." she paused, unable to find the right phrase, but the hologram merely patted her hand, amused at her friend's discomfort, and supplied "entertaining eachother?" "Yes" affirmed the captain, taking a deep breath before continuing, "did she ever.....did you ever do anything....in any way......I mean...." "You want to know if we did anything 'kinky'?" asked the Frenchwoman, with a teasing twitch of her eyebrows, laughing at the captain's look of accute discomfort. "Oh, ma cherie" she giggled, reaching out to stroke the reddened cheek, "you are so cute when you are embarassed. But why do you ask this? Come, I cannot help you if you do not tell me everything."

So, Kathryn told the hologram everything. She told her about her own sexual desires and needs and about how wonderfully Seven had grown into her role in that regard, but when it came to telling the Frenchwoman about Seven's wish to reverse the roles her voice and her face fell. "What is it that worries you about this, Capitainne, are you afraid of hurting her?" "No, not physically anyway. She's pretty tough and I'm very experienced." "You think then that it could damage her in some other way?" "Perhaps. It can be confusing and overwhelming. She's confused enough about her humanity as it is." Sandrine contemplated the captain's words and then began "To answer your question, Katrine, she has never asked me to do anything so intense as you describe, but that could be only because she had no knowledge of it before. However, I did notice that she was very excited when I took control, by the idea of letting go of that enormous strength of hers and being led. I know you understand that compulsion, don't you?" "Yes, only too well." "It would be a logical step for her, and as for being confused and overwhelmed, I can't think of anyone better to help her through that than you, Katrine.

* * * * * *

Seven's eyes widened as they skimmed down the enormous list of exotic sexual practices that human beings, not mention other species, indulged in. The Klingon section of the manual had turned even her stommach and many of the ideas on the human list were less than appealing, but she found much that did interest and intrigue her.

The range of reasons why people engaged in these activities, and the levels of severity they enjoyed, were almost as extensive as the list itself. Some people it seemed enjoyed a mild erotic flogging occassionally to add an exotic frisson to their lovemaing, while others went so far so often that they actually put their lives in danger. She knew that, for the moment, her own motivation was curiosity, but reading through all the psychological issues made her wonder what it was that Kathryn found in these extreme experiences. Was it the control aspects that turned her on, the power play, the pain itself? Was she testing herself? Was she addicted? Or was it a combination of many factors that not even the captain herself would be able to articulate? And why was it that she still seemed a little reluctant to allow Seven the chance to find out for herself? Perhaps Sandrine would be able to shed some light on the matter.

* * * * * *

"Seven, ma Cherie" greeted Sandrine as the programme began, "I've been expecting you." At the Borg's puzzled expression she elucidated "Katrine was here, she was worried about you." "Indeed? Why so?" "I'm not entirely sure" replied the hologram, "but I think she's worried that she has lead you astray." Seven frowned and, after a moment's contemplation, admitted "I do not understand."

"I may be ignorant of aspects of humanity, Sandrine," admitted the Borg, "but I am not stupid and I am not a child." Her voice rose in something akin to anger as she continued "I am a woman with a woman's needs and I know I am the first to wish to explore less ordinary forms of sexuality. After all, how did Kathryn discover her needs if not through experimentation? Why should she.....?" "Seven! Ma petite Sept, calm yourself" interjected Sandrine as she saw how agitated her guest was becomming, "she is afraid, that's all." "Afraid?" "She accepts you are an individual and an adult but some small part of her is afraid of overly influencing you. You must realize, Seven, that while you are an adult, in some ways you are like a child simply because of your lack of experience. She is not a mother and she has little experience of children. She may be overly cautious because of that. I know she can't help feeling responsible for you." "Why has she never told me this?" asked the Borg somewhat petulantly. "Ah, Seven" smiled the hologram, "She's a soldier. She's tough, maybe too tough, eh? She is trained to keep her feelings at bay and she finds it hard to talk honestly about her them." "Yes, but I have never understood why. It is not logical." "Well emotions aren't logical, Seven, that's the point." Seven pondered Sandrine's words for a while and then, her face lighting up with realisation and a smile twitching at her mouth, she murmurred "I believe I need to be more firm with her."

* * * * * *

Tom Paris sighed frustratedly as he searched the holodeck's algorythmns for the umpteenth time. There was nothing to explain the miraculous gift of sentience that had apparantly been bestowed upon his creation. If someone else had managed to do this deliberately, they had covered their tracks impeccably. But then, he supposed, someone capable of creating sentience would likely be up the taht challenge too. But who would want to do that, and why? Surely it must just be a fluke, a freaky co-incidence of factors, an inexplicable accident...serendipity itself. He needed to find out if Sandrine had always been self-aware.

"Tom!" exclaimed the blonde hologram, rushing forward to fling her arms around him, "where have you been all this time?" "I'm sorry, Sandrine," the pilot apologized, his arms automatically closing around her slender back, "I've been busy. Mainly thinking about you." Pulling away, though keeping her arms securely around his neck, she looked into his eyes and smiled coquettishly "really?" "Yeah," he smiled down at her, "but not in the way you think.....well, not just in that way." laughing lightly she ran a finger down his chest and took his hand to pull him to a chair. "Tell me" she requested as she slid down onto the stool opposite.

"The captain told me about your.....um....." "My knowing I'm a hologram?" "Yes," he smiled warmly, "she asked me to look into it but I've tried everything and I can't find an explanation." "I see" she frowned, "and why you?" "Because I'm your.....I created you." Whatever answer Sandrine had been expecting, that was not it. She couldn't really say that she was displeased, however, and a broad smile lit up her face as she leaned forward and laid her hand on his arm. "You designed my program?" she asked wonderingly. "Yes," confirmed the pilot, "based on a real person, whose bar I used to frequent in my accademy days." "I wondered why I felt so close to you." That made him grin but he was here on official business. "However," he said, pulling back from her exuberance, "I didn't design you to be sentient and, even after all my research, I still have no idea how that happened." His eyes fell and clouded with shame, "If I'd known, I'd never have....." His attempted apology was cut off by a soft hand laid on his lips. "You wouldn't have slept with me," she smiled, "or allowed the crew to do so." Removing her hand she leaned in a placed a light kiss on his cheek, "so I'm glad you didn't know, Tom, because that would've been a great pity." He tried to say something else but she stopped him again before continuing. "I hope it won't make any difference because I would miss you all terribly. I love it, Tom, I love my life and I wouldn't want you to have designed it any other way." "Really?" he asked uncertainly, "nobody's asked you to do anything.....anything you didn't want to?" "Oh, well, sure...some have asked, but I am perfectly capable of refusing, you know. No one has tried to force themselves on me and, if they did, well I have strategies. You made me very experienced, ne c'est pas?" "Yeah," admitted the pilot with a boyish grin, "I guess I did." Allowing himself to give her a chaste kiss, he asked "so there's nothing you need, nothing you're worried about?" "Nothing. I am perfectly happy, Tom, really."

An audible sigh of relief left Paris and he relaxed into his seat. "There are some possible options you should consider though," he informed her. "Options?" "For starters, I can give you the ability to turn yourself on and off, if you'd like." Sandrine smiled seductively, let out a light giggle and, with a flick of her eyebrows, informed him "I've never had any problem turning myself on, Tom." Turning red the pilot stuttered "huh, yes...well, I..." "I'm sorry, Tom," giggled the hologram, "I didn't mean to embarass you. I would like to have that kind of control over my programme." "Good, okay, I'll arrange it. There's something else too. I don't know if you realized but the doctor is a sentient hologram too." "Oh, yes" agreed Sandrine with a secretive smile, "I realized." Wondering at the Frenchwoman's furtiveness he frowned and continued "well, the point is, he has a mobile emitter which allows him to exist outside the sickbay or the holodeck. He can go anywhere, even leave the ship entirely. For reasons that would take to long to explain, we don't know exactly how it works but B'Elanna's working on it and she's close to finding the answer. As soon as she works it out she'll be able to make another one for you....if you'd like that." "Yes, I think I would. I'd be able to go anywhere?" "Yes. You'd be more or less independant. You'd have a commbadge so you could call anyone on Voyager. You could be a real part of the crew. I'm not sure in what capacity but the captain is famous for thinking outside the box, I'm sure she'd come up with something. If you wanted it, that is. Sandrine smiled warmly as happiness soaked through her and said in a somewhat dreamy tone "that would be.....wonderful."

"I am interested to know though," he admitted, curiosity taking over, "what's you earliest memory?" "You mean from my childhood?" Tom swollowed hard, "You remember a childhood?" he asked in a somewhat squeaky voice; he hadn't programmed her for that. She paused tantalisingly, enjoying his squirming discomforture, teasing him with her silence before relenting with an elegant smile. "No, Tom," she giggled, "of course not. My earliest memory is waking up here in this bar and feeling at home, and knowing exactly what I had to do and who I was." "And did you know what you were?" "Mais certainament, I have always known that. And I have always been comfortalbe with it." Tom nodded acceptingly. "Good," he smiled, "Then I don't think anyone's been tampering with you." Sandrine's eyebrow twitched and wicked smile crept over her lips. "I wouldn't say that exactly" she teased, giggling again as Paris turned bright red. "Oh, Tom; you are so cute when you're embarrassed."

* * * * * *

Janeway entered the holodeck curiously and found herself peering around a dimly lit medieval torture chamber, complete with rack and Iron Maiden. "I have finished my research" said a familiar voice behind her, sending a soft shiver up her spine, "and I wish to proceed." Kathryn turned slowly around, a smile of uncertain arousal on her lips. "Are you sure?" she asked, gazing up into her wife's sparkling eyes, "I don't want to....." She was interrupted by a firm hand clasping her backside and pulling her forward into a seering kiss that sent sparks through her body. "I am sure" confirmed the Borg when she released her startled lover, "have you forgotten who your mistress is, Kathryn?" Seven's quiet but authoritative tone immediately made the captain feel more comfortable and she answered submissively "no, Seven, I'm sorry." "Good" replied the blonde, "then do not question me again, or you will end up sampling what this programme has to offer, do I make myself clear?" "Yes, mistress" came the suitably chastened reply. "Very well then" smiled the taller woman as she pulled Kathryn into another deep kiss, "you may undress me."

While the captain was relieving Seven of her biosuit, the Borg began "for the moment I am only interested in exploring the actual pain aspects of the experience, nothing else." "What...you mean no teasing?" asked Kathryn coquetteishly, running her finger slowly down the valley between Seven's generous breasts. "No" laughed the blonde lighlty, "no teasing, no humiliation, no mind games of any kind. I will follow your instructions, of course, but for the moment they will be practical ones only." "Alright" agreed the captain, "so....what do you want me to do to you?" "I will leave that up to you, Kathryn, you have more experience than I do. I may make some suggestions or requests along the way but I don't want to be having to think about giving you orders, I wish to concentrate on the sensations produced and the physiological and psychological effect they are having on me." "Then you'd better give me a safe word, just in case," requested the captain. Seven thought for a few seconds before comming up with "Anika," bringing a slight smile to the captian's face. It was the first time she remembered ever hearing Seven uttering her own name. "You should bear in mind, Kathryn," continued the blonde before Janeway could react, "that I am part Borg and have superior strength, stamina and pain resistance. You will have to be relatively harsh in your efforts to produce the same effect that lesser punishment would have on a fully human body." "I understand" said the captain, determined not to flinch from the task now that Seven had made her feelings clear. "Very well" said the Borg, looking down imperiously at her captain, "torture me."

* * * * * *

Seven moaned as the endorphins rushed through her, buzzing along her veins and up into her head. She had been sitting astride the so-clled 'donkey' for what seemed like hours, all her weight carried on the sharp, wedge-shaped, beam between her legs. The burning produced was incredible and, as Janeway added yet more weights to her ankles she let out a shuddering groan, her eyes closing against the pain. "Seven?" asked Janeway as she gently lifted the Borg's hanging head, "are you alright?" "Yesss" replied Seven, her voice coming out in a rough, hissing whisper. "Are you sure?" "Yes," came the still commanding voice, "c...continue."

As her pierced nipples were stretched even tighter Seven's hands spasmed in their restraints and she flung her head back with a tormented cry, her sweating body beginning to tremble. When the shock was past and she opened her eyes, her vision cleared to find the captain standing with a lighted candle poised over her quivering breasts and a cat-o'nine tails waiting in her other hand, its lashes quivering in anticipation.

* * * * * *

Janeway gazed up at her shivering lover and smiled. Seven's face was glowing with fascination, a look that the captain had come to know well. "How are you feeling, darling?" she asked softly as she tucked a strand of Seven's loose, flaxen hair behind her ear. "It's....intriguing" came the shuddering reply, "I...I am aware of .....every p..part of my body. I feel.....uh, hah!....I feel alive!" "That's the drugs" averred Kathryn with a wry smile. "D...drugs?" "Adrenaline, endorphins, seratonon, natural energizing pain-killers and mood enhancers" explained the captain. "Hmmmh .....perhaps. But I am also ....extremely aroused." "You are?" asked her lover another smile lighting up her face, "computer, lower beam by ten centimetres."

As the intense upward pressure between her legs eased Seven gasped, trembling violently as her raw nether regions throbbed and tingled viciously. Janeway reached down and thrust two fingers into the Borg, ripping a cry from her as her whole body convulsed. "My God!" exclaimed the captain, "so you are!" her fingers sloshing around in the incredible amount of moisture they found there. As she removed her hand, Seven's body involuntarily lurched forward, not wanting to loose the contact, but Janeway showed no mercy as she looked up into the younger woman's sparkling eyes and asked "can you take more, Seven?" "Yes" came the breathless reply.

Seven's body clenched in on itself as the clamp tightened around her clit and her breath caught in her chest, stopping her scream. Janeway attatched one end of a cord to the clamp and the other to the upper edge of the beam a little way in front of the Borg's body, stretching her swolen clit before her. Glancing up at the grunting, quivering woman and seeing that she was now floating, riding a wave of chemicals, she ordered the computer to raise the beam by eleven centimetres and begin a sawing motion.

It was not long before Seven's whimpering shrieks were echoing around the stone chamber as her efficient, Borg brain tried to process and analyse the intense sensations her body was experiencing and utterly failed. Deciding there was no way to rationalize such an un-Borg experience, it gave up and let Seven's humanity take over. Her human mind did not even attempt a rationalization, finding that there was no defence against this, it merely accepted, letting the agony wash over it without even trying to fight.

Her scourged breasts were tightly bound with abraisive rope and her pierced nipples were stretched tight; the beam thrust deep between her legs was sawing relentlessy at her genitals, in the process yanking her impaled clit sharply back and forth. Waves of heat and cold washed over her and she began to absorb the pain, merely taking it in as if it were air going into her lungs. Then, quite without warning, she felt the brutal tingling and her body began to convulse. Pulsating waves of desire throbbed through her, building and building until she could no longer breathe. When it hit her the massive orgasm was like a tsunami slamming into her defenceless body, the waves of sensation spreading out to engulf her whole being, leaving her blind, deaf and on the brink of unconsciousness.

* * * * * *

As they lay in bed togther later that night, Seven running her hand in lazy figures of eight around her lover's breasts, the Borg asked "are you angry with me, Kathryn?" The captain had been lying on her back gazing pensively up at the ceiling but now she turned her head on the pillow to ragard her lover with a frown. "Of course not, darling" she reassured, "why would I be?" "I don't know, but you've been so silent since we got back from the holodeck." Janeway twisted onto her side to face the Borg and reached out to stroke her cheek with a wan smile. "I'm sorry, my love," she said, "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just....I..." "You were wondering about this evening and you didn't know how to ask me." Janeway smiled indulgently, her eyes momentarily closing. "How come you know me so well?" she asked. "Perhaps because I love you so well" came the gentle reply, as the Borg pulled her closer and settled a tender kiss on her lips.

"You let me off the hook" Kathryn stated warmly as she snuggled into her lover's embrace. "In what way?" "You ordered me to hurt you, knowing I wouldn't disobey, knowing it would make it easier for me somehow. "Well, I said you couldn't play mind games, I said nothing about me not doing so. I merely thought it would make you more comfortable with the situation." "It did. I'm sorry I was so reluctant at first, Seven, I should have trusted you more." "It's alright, Kathryn. You were just worried about me, however unfounded those worries may have been they did show how much you care about me. I hope, however, you have put your fears on the subject away." "After seeing how much you got from the experience, yes I believe I have." "I am glad, because next time I would like to add another dynamic to the experience and have you really take charge." "You want me to be your mistress for a change?" "Yes, I believe obedience would be an added challenge for me that I would find....intriguing. Would that be alright with you?" "Oh, I think I could handle it, Seven. In fact, we could start right now, if you like." Grabbing Seven's hand roughly and yanking it down between her legs she growled harshly "fuck me, slave!" "Yes, Mistress, whatever you say."

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