Anything he needed or wanted appeared instantly. He controlled nothing, except telling other people what he wanted and when he wanted it. He probably ...ould have had his own personal ass-wiper if he had demanded it. He sat at the table that night, watching the happenings on stage, seeing absolute control in its purest form. To the left was a male, who was naked and shackled to a wooden rack. To the right was a naked woman, strapped spread-eagle to some kind of bench. The male was to be whipped. I heard him groaning as my head was yanked over and over again onto his cock, before he ordered me to jerk him, harder and faster. I took his cock in both of my hands and started to pull him hard, spitting on the end of his cock to add lubrication. He pulled my hair and called me a dirty slut; saying he was going to fuck me hard.He dragged me over to the dressing table, pulling me to face him before smearing my red lipstick across my face with his fingers.He turned me around and made me bend. On the other hand, her primary concerns were for the welfare of the crew and passengers and the successful completion of the Intrepid's mission. She had noticed subtle changes in the nature of Beatrice's passion and affection. Her android lover had become noticeably less evasive about the purpose of the Proxima Centauri intervention. She had also become more generous with the time she could spare for her human lover. It was natural for Nadezhda to expect a relationship with a human to change. .. relapses, if you will. It's a struggle for me not to slip back into my old ways; that's how I was brought up. When that happens, please have patience with me, okay? Just order me to put on a sexy nightie and serve your cock! That'll straighten me out real fast, just like I'm straightening this out!" She tilted her head and got busy licking up and down one side of his pole."Argh!" he complained. He gently but firmly guided her head away from his dick. "It kills me to do this, but I have to.