I tell her to crawl to my dresser, and bring me my flogger in her teeth. I tell her she doesn't get my cock in her mouth yet, no matter how much a lit...le slut she is, no matter how much she craves to feel it in her throat.She makes her way to the dresser with difficulty, moving clumsily only on her knees, moving slowly without her hands to aide her while they're still bound to the base of her spine. She careens from knee-cap to knee-cap in an awkward movement I'm sure she finds intently. " Move in, sir?" Yes. As good neighbors, we are going to try to defend the system without involving the locals, who I understand do not yet have spacecraft." Not that we could tell. May I ask a favor, sir?" Of course. I don't have to grant it. And, depending upon what it is, I may not have the authority." Ensign Webb stayed on the ship to make sure it rammed the dickheads. I want the second planet named 'Webb's World'. He was a twit, but he sacrificed his life for those natives and he should be. He was excited. He licked my face again. He was washing away the tear drops. It was probably the salt he liked but I found comfort in it. If my hands and arms had been free I would have cuddled him. I saw his name tag clearly. Dexter. We made eye contact and my fear ebbed away. His jaw opened and teeth showed just like he was grinning. He probably was. If I was to submit to a dog then let him be the first, I thought. It was as if he heard me because his head nodded twice and he strolled past. He presented it to me with such poise and simulation, I was proud of my pet I had trained so long ago. “You do know why you are being punished, are you Charles?” “Yes, Queen.” “I do this for the greater good, you know the drill. Kiss the handle of my flogger.” Kisses were relished on this phallus symbol of lust. He quivered to the sound of the flogger and smiled. He spelled my name 32 times. Each phoneme made his ass cheeks tighten. Each vowel made him quiver. I was enjoying this sight. My pet.