“Jax Emerson, LCDR. Extensive record for such a young soldier. War vet, purple heart, majored in Orbital Communications at the Naval Academy of New ...parta and one hell of a looker. You have beautifully dark hair, geez. And those eyes..I haven’t seen eyes that blue since I was on the Lunar Habitat. And you’re only twenty-four years old?” Jax chuckled, “I was 24 when I shipped out for Mars. That was half a year ago. I should be twenty-five by now.” He was enjoying the attention. “Cell aging is. I still remember the look on your face when you caught me. The disbelief at the sight that greeted you when you came home from work. The anger in your eyes that I would dare to disobey you.I close my eyes. Tonight I am going to have to be an obedient slut. I feel your cold hands caress my thighs. Slip over my buttocks. Dance up my back. I know you are not going to make this easy for me. I start to struggle with the ties that bind my wrists. Bad move. I fall forwards onto the bed. As my head. And the discomfort didn’t stop there, as I could also feel something around my cock. I realized, without even seeing it, that I was wearing some form of chastity. I also noticed that it was NOT comfortable! But I could not do anything about what had happened to me because there was no one there to, well, complain to. But I did start to notice that above my head was a long panel of mirrors and with a little effort (wearing glasses is such a pain!) I could start to make out some detail of what. ‘No’ I laughed ‘its something better than that, something you have often fantasised about. Then last weekend you pointed it out in the pub, I could not bring you the item you spotted, but over the week I have found an identical model’. As I said this I crossed to the bedroom door and rested a hand on the door handle. ‘What is it, please tell me?’ you asked the realisation that what ever it was would be sexual and part of our fantasies dawning. ‘My darling whore, I have chosen one of your.