I arrived at a quarter after seven; the pub was packed as expected. I decided to order a beer and wait by the door. I was looking for a woman wearing ... black dress with a red scarf; 7:30 arrived but she hadn’t yet. I guess I wasn’t too surprised. Since I was already there I stayed and had a few drinks. It was then that I spotted a beautiful woman fitting her description. I walked up, introduced myself and offered to buy her a drink which she gladly accepted. We made small talk for the next. "Preliator raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Put them on my con-"He stopped short, remembering that his console was still blown out."Erm, put them on the overhead monitors."A row of screens hanging from the ceiling snapped to life at the front of the bridge. They all showed the live image of Admiral Dryson, the commander of the United Nations peacekeeping Navy. He was smiling widely at them."Surprise!" he said by way of introduction. "I am Admiral Dryson, as I am sure some of you have already. When I finished by sprinkling a small amount of witch hazel on the area, she screamed, gushed, came violently, and still shaking liquid began to pour out of her already drenched sex. She was peeing, coming uncontrollably, and sobbing with embarrassment. “Dear Marie, first I must spank you again, as I promised,” I said, “then we will have to see what other surprises await us.” I pulled off my own clothes to avoid getting them wet and grabbed a nearby hair brush. I quickly reinstated her. This was to be done in the morning and the afternoon. I would also go into the back garden, which was not overlooked, and spend at least two hours weeding. All this domesticity on top of violent sex was somewhat disconcerting.I would sleep in a basket in the kitchen unless I was needed upstairs. I was not allowed in the toilet, a bucket was situated outside the back door. But I was allowed to shower, and should always be clean when he arrived home. When (not if, I noticed), he brought friends.