But still they look. They always look. God damn my body! I hit the button hard to open my door. One of the cleaning orderlies is changing the bedding domination on my regulation cot. She has brought in a huge laundry basket – too large to carry, so it’s on wheels, with canvas sides. She’s in the blue jumpsuit of a civilian. “Ma’am,” she says politely to me, as I walk in. She’s an exceptionally pretty girl, this one. Not delicate, but BDSM a strong beauty, like a sportswoman. She’ll be one of those unfortunates living a life like mine – unable to bend over in the gym without guys staring, and ordered into a subservient place by her boss, who is inevitably a man. Yes, I think to myself, watching with righteous indignation as she humbly goes about work. Her kind of role is the Bondage only place where the fleet wants pretty women. If you’re desirable, that means you’re only good for performing menial tasks like changing bedding. I haven’t noticed this particular woman before, but there is a crew of hundreds on the ship, and new people arrive all the time. All the same, the beautiful ones usually stand out. punishment Everyone on the ship knows my name, for example. My hair doesn’t help. It’s a deep red color, the shade of wine, and it’s ruler-straight, never showing the least trace of a curl. Okay the attention from my hair is partly my fault - I’m vain about the color, and I grew it long, down to the base of my spine, way back in my teens. But as for the rest of my body – that I could do nothing about. It was my genes that decided I’d be tall and slender, with delicate features and large eyes that make my face look even more feminine. My greatest curse – the gravity defying breasts, I inherited from my mother, and she also gave me the slim but athletic frame that makes my boobs so noticeable in relation to my ribcage. I’ve considered a reduction, just to escape the endless men who greet me to my face but as soon as they dare, look down. Surgery would be another way to let them win. Cursing, I hit the button heavily that humiliation closes my cabin door. I now know what it’s like for a girl suffering from ’Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder’. "Ahhhh," she Bondage began to moan. Deb opened the front door. I thought the incantation, and before the disbelieving eyes of the nymph, and the avaricious eyes of the succubus, I grew a second cock. “Like in basketball?” He asked. -- -- And the award goes to... well done. Many insects around the forest were suffering mutations due to meteorite that had crashed in the forest, this meteorite contained some alien parasites that depended on other species to survive, they have been slaving planets for decades to survive, first they come out of the meteorite and infect the animals around them, preferably small cause they’re easier to control, they let the animal eat them and once inside they travel to the animal’s brain and attach themselves to it and start giving instructions to the body, domination eventually the animal becomes a slave of the parasite and succumbs to it losing any kind of power to control its body. I knew better than to try and run - it would just really piss him off and - well - who knows what he would do? Though it would become plainly apparent once they could see the other dogs laying on their backs directly in the spawn’s path. But she joined in on the action and had gotten her first real fucking in the BDSM double-wide sleeper of a black Kenworth. When he’d done that I took my towel off and got back into the shower. Yes, seriously. I crept forward and groaned. "Does it feel good when I stroke your cock with my little white panties?" In one motion May straddled daddy's leg and started to grind herself on his foot, by the time daddy looked down to see what she was doing May had already worked half of his punishment shoe up her greedy empty cunt, that void left by taking the plug out had driven May wild and she didn't care how low she had to stoop to satisfy herself anymore. Had I made the right decision? I needed the space to practice without distraction. I want you girls to improve. “He’s nice, he’s really cute and I think he’d make you happy.” She said making me smile and get excited. I ground my button into his pubic mound, his thick pubic hair caressing my labia and bud. But she smiled at me, and humiliation I smiled back. Leave the slow lovemaking to them, I want it rough and NOW!"