I light the last candle, sit on the bed and survey my handiwork. I run my hand over the soft white sheets, edged in lace and scented with perfume and know I have thought of everything. I take a sip of the bubbly wine that I have poured into two long stemmed glasses. Just a sip. I am waiting to share the rest with my lover.

I hear a faint knock at the door and hurry over in my bare feet to answer it. My lover waits there, dressed in tight black leather. I smile approvingly and indicate the way to the bed. I am treated to a gentle look of supplication. I am the one in charge. Everything is perfect; I know that now. We sit on the edge of the bed and share the wine. I don't want to move too fast, but I don't want to go too slow.

"Remove your outer clothing. I want to see you in your underwear."

My lover rises and disrobes --cautiously but somewhat seductively. I like the black lace bra and panties. They are a nice touch under the leather. The garterbelt and black stockings are a surprise. . .a welcome surprise.

"Come here. Let me kiss you."

I have to stand on my toes for us to kiss. That is a problem of being short. A problem that is quickly solved when we fall on the bed.

"What, no handcuffs?" My lover asks.

"I didn't say you could talk." I try to be stern hoping I don't start to giggle. "But, NO there are no handcuffs today. If you are a good little girl! If you please your mistress. . . then you can have your hands free. But you must please me. Do you understand?"

A nodding head agrees.

"Now let's take off those nylons before they run." I can always use them to secure hands, if needed, I think. A leg lifted high in the air and I pull at the toe. It slithers off like the skin of a black snake. I run my hand up and down the calf and thigh. "Someone didn't do such a good job shaving their legs."

"I'm sorry."

"You'd better be. " I unhook the garter belt and toss it on the floor. The panties and bra stay for now.

I run my hands through my lover's hair. Soft as silk, straight and shiny. "No talking tonight. It is my treat. Understand."

Another nod. I kiss a while. I really like kissing. Not just mouth and lips, but eyes and nose and ears and neck. Working down the neck, I slide the black lace bra to the side. Large breasts are overrated. I have large breasts, if I want to feel them, I can feel myself. I like lovers with small pert breasts. I like sensitive nipples. I suck on the nipple and flick the end with my tongue. I am rewarded by a moan, but no talking. That is good.

Sometimes we stop and just hold each other. I love the way arms and legs intertwine. The bra is gone, as is my gown. The panties stay because I love the feel of an ass encased in lace. I reach my hands around and rub gently. In return my breasts are fondled and sucked. I am glad my lover likes large breasts. Kisses run lower and I shake my head. It is my night to be in control.

A pert ass welcomes my hand to spank it softly and then harder. I don't really want to hurt, just to tease. Teasing is good.

"Do you like it panties up, or panties down?" I demonstrate both. I like it panties up, so I continue that way.

I get pulled down again and pinned to the bed with hard kisses. My lover is usually dominant. The power switch is difficult to pull off, but worth it.

"May I please talk, my mistress." I have trained the slave well.

"Yes."

"I've noticed myself staring at your breasts. Ever since you made that change and came back golden. I don't even remember your tits before then. May I call them tits, mistress?"

"Yes. Go on, tell me about my tits."

"I love looking at them. I see you walk buy and I want to reach out and touch them. But I know it is wrong."

"You bet your cute little panty clad ass it would be wrong. If you ever touch me in the presence of the other crew members."

"I'm sorry mistress, I just can't help myself." The voice is low and breathy. "Sometimes, mistress, I want to touch myself. I get throbby and wet."

"Don't tell me, show me. Show me what you do when you think of me in your quarters late at night."

"I'm ashamed, mistress."

Damn I'm a tease. I pour another glass of wine and watch fingers attack panties. I watch carefully for new ideas. I am different. So very different. I'm afraid I will be too hard, or too soft. It is always a learning experience to watch.

"I'm sorry, my panties are wet, mistress."

"You're a bad girl. I should spank you again. For real… really hard. Do you understand? I didn't say you could cum."

"I'm sorry."

"Give me your hand."

I take the outreached hand and guide it back to the groin. "Rub it around. Get it good and wet. Now stick your fingers in your mouth and smile. Let me see how much you enjoy your own taste.

That was supposed to be mine. Do you like it? Do you like it enough to make your mistress angry? Will you still like it when I spank you again?"

I get no answers. I rip off the panties, hooked at the side with small ribbons. I bury my face in the soft dark hair and savor the smell and tastes. Tumescent flesh and wetness. I love being in control. I now know the feelings in my groin, too, thankful that in my position of command they will not last for long.

"Do me. You can use your hands tonight. That's why I skipped the handcuffs. I want your tongue in me, and your fingers. Do you understand? It is your job to make me cum."

I lie back and close my eyes, assured that my slave will please me. Lips and tongue seeking private folds and corners. Opening me slowly and carefully, teasing before I scream to be touched. Fingers, just one hand for the other cannot stop caressing my breasts, carefully, gently stretching. I know my thighs are soaked with my own moisture. I could take Tyr, but his huge throbbing phallus would not give nearly the pleasure of my lover's slender fingers. I am being played like a guitar, but my song rings out in silence.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"Thank you mistress." Arms encircle and hold me gently. We are asleep in each other's arms.

* * * *

My name is Trance Gemini and I am not of this time. I am of another time. A future past. I am of a time when things went wrong. Where the Andromeda Ascendant and its crew were lost. The only survivors were Beka Valentine and myself. Beka is a hard woman to train. She disobeyed me constantly, and when she did she was hurt. I'd bring her back and sew her up, patch her up as best as I could. It was not pleasant.

Fortunately, Harper's tesseract device allowed me to change all this. Not only did I save his life, getting rid of the damn Magog eggs; but I got to change my relationships with the other members of the crew. I can make it different with Beka this time. It is going to work.

Beka, Rommie and I have this place on the Maru. We call it the "Girls' room" and we use it to share secrets, private things, amongst ourselves. It is a wonderful place. We made it this way. It is also a great place to go when you want to be alone, or with someone special. I hope no one noticed that we were gone. Falling asleep like this is not prudent. The longer we are gone, the bigger chance that someone would notice that we were both gone at the same time. People might put two and two together. I notice my lover stir, roll over, and kiss me again.

"I've got to go, Trance. That was great. Didn't plan to fall asleep."

"I know. I'm sorry, but you just looked so cute there sleeping. I've been watching in the candlelight for the last few minutes." I brush away the hair covering those big blue eyes.

"It was wonderful. Simply wonderful. Thank you, Trance."

"You've got to learn to trust me. I know what is best. What you will enjoy."

"I'll never not trust you again, but I do have to get back to the Andromeda."

I watch as my lover dresses in the candlelight. Without the wet and twisted underwear, naked under leather.

"And Dylan, the garter belt was a nice touch." I smile.

"You were just joking about shaving my legs, right?"

"Right."

McJude

October, 2002
 

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