Pleasing the Master

Posted on Thu Feb 3rd, 2022 @ 6:15pm by Lieutenant Commander Andrei Petrov & Petty Officer 3rd Class Eritrea Ohmsford

Mission: S1 Episode 1: Caretaker, Part I
Location: Andrei's Quarters
Timeline: MD 5, 2230 Hours
1299 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Eritrea had gotten to Andrei's quarters and accessed them with seconds to spare. She had immediately set out to prepare several welcoming surprises for Andrei upon his arrival.

She drew a bath and set out every thing she would need to wash and dry his body.

She returned to the living area and prepared food in case he was hungry, a bowl of grapes, a second bowl of strawberries and a thermal container with chilled whipped cream, all of which she set out on the coffee table. Something wasn't quite right. She replicated a single rock glass but didn't fill it due to no access to his liquor cabinet.

She looked down at herself and pondered what to do about her clothes. She took off her top and panties and looked at herself in the mirror. All she had left on was her short skirt that for female slaves was easily removed.

Eritrea went to the middle of the living room and got down on both knees and waited, her eyes tilted down.

After Andrei finished speaking with his parents, he left the Captain's Quarters and traveled to his own. Feeling a slight rush of excitement, he wondered what he might find when he got there. This wouldn't have been the first time in his life he'd been with a slave, but it was the first time in years. He entered through his door and saw her kneeling there. His eyes traced her clear skin and toned body before he took notice of the fruit and whipped cream set aside.

"You're beautiful, you know." he said softly, approaching her and placing a hand on her face. Command Slaves could stay beautiful; backbreaking labor was no longer their friend.

Eritrea looked up at Andrei and smiled as her hands reached out to slide up the leg of his trousers slowly. "Master is kind to say so, but I am but a lowly slave and not worthy of such a compliment." She dropped her gaze, but her smile remained as she watched the crotch of his trousers beginning to bulge out. She cupped and rubbed the bulging trousers before sliding one hand up to his belt. Her eyes traveled up to his once again. "You appear constricted Master. May I free you from any discomfort?"

It made him feel comfortable when the people around him knew their place. She was a slave, so she had been heeled a long time ago. The others needed work. He felt a surge of his infamous confidence as he looked down at her, his eyes lingering on her body.

"You may, Eritrea." he said simply, watching her.

Eritrea deftly unclasped the belt and slid a hand in to pull down his underwear she took him in hand and gently stroked for a full minute as she looked at him come to full attention. She licked her lips. "What is thy command Master?" She looked up at him seductively as she stroked a little more vigorously. "Or does Master prefer I get creative?"

"I do like to keep things interesting." he said, grinning down at her. Something about this was too easy, as it often was with slaves. So often they would do anything to avoid punishment or to be able to enjoy a bit of safety and comfort. There was no challenge. But, even for simple situations like this one, there was still fun to be had. She treated him the way he wished everyone would. "Show me your most creative work."

Eritrea wrapped her lips firmly about his tip, her tongue swirling slowly as she continued to stroke him with her hand. She worked him slowly down her throat. The deeper he went the shorter her strokes, but more furious her tongue work was. She drew back until almost as slowly. She looked up at his hungry expression. "Does Master prefer my hand or my mouth?" She returned to stroking him a bit more vigorously as she asked the obviously rhetorical question.

"Too many questions, love. If you displease me, you will know." he answered somewhat dismissively as he placed his hand in her hair and pulled her closer to himself.

Eritrea smiled seductively before opening her mouth once again. She was thankful for the lack of a gag reflex for what was about to happen. She took one hand and reached under the skirt to pleasure herself. She wrapped her lips about him firmly again and braced for the throat pummeling she was about to receive.

Andrei did as she clearly bid him without much hesitation, pleased to see that she was either enjoying her work very much or that she was a good actress. He watched as she worked his largess, rather impressed but not surprised with her ability to achieve the entire result. When he was drawing closer to his climax, he pulled back on her hair, removing himself from her mouth and grabbed her by the arm, guiding her up into a standing position. Close to her now, he leaned in and kissed her slowly on her neck and then her ear.

"What is it that you want, Eritrea? Money? Comfort? Power?" he asked, and then pulled away from her ear to look her in the face. His own handsome and devilish slight smile was turned toward her. "Or perhaps love?"

Eritrea wanted her freedom most of all, but there was little chance of that. One hand brushed light down his chest to take him in hand and hold him at his current level of arousal. A seductive nibble of his earlobe preceeded her answer. "What is wrong with wanting all of those things in long run. However, right now I want you. I want to hear your moans of pleasure as I grant your every fantasy tonight." She dropped back to her knees and took him back in her mouth as her hand stroked him vigorously.

Andrei's brows raised. He was surprised at her passion and was surprised even more-so to feel the wetness of her mouth around him. He watched the zealous bobbing of her head and felt that he was losing his composure. Unable to hold back any longer, he began to climax.

Eritrea swallowed hard and didn't stop. Her talents keeping him from losing his hardness as she cleaned him with her mouth and tongue. She regained her feet as she slipped off her leather mini skirt. She stepped back and touched her body in various spots. "How would Master like me to please him next?" She moved to the couch and kneeled on the cushions, her hands resting on the back, head turned to look at him with a beckoning expression. "Perhaps Master wants to shatter my gate with his massive battering ram."

Good lord... He thought, his eyes growing wide for an instant. He started to think he might lose himself tonight, if just for a second. What was the harm, after all? She was only a slave. He approached her, pulling off his uniform jacket, shoes, pants, shirt, and underwear and revealing the well-toned form underneath. Placing his hands on his hips, he smiled.

"Where did you come from?" he asked rhetorically.

Eritrea let out a pleasured moan before finding her voice as she angled her lustfilled face to look back at him. "Your wildest dreams Master. Your deepest desires I would hope." She couldn't speak any more as her she began to moan uncontrollably as waves of euphoria radiated through her from each tip to base slam he gave her. She finally let out a shriek of pleasure in climax as he yelled out announcing the arrival of his second climax.

The sounds of ragged breathing filled the room as the round of passion waned for the moment.