“In order to be sufficiently submissive for your mate, who has been chosen, you will have to give yourself up completely. Now, I think you are thinking mostly of yourself, Lana. I am not convinced you have learned your lesson.”
“No, no, wait!” Lana pleaded. “I have, I have learned my lesson, I promise I have. Please. Please.”
The commander looked at her for a few moments, and then smiled.
“I think you can use just a little more reflection.”
And he turned to exit the room.
* * *
The commander did notreturn for her for what felt like an eternity, during which time Lana only grew more desperate for relief, and more exhausted. She screamed and cried, and threw her body around for a bit, rubbing her legs together in a futile attempt to rub herself to climax and at least knock out the torturous need inside of her.
But then, she reached some kind of breaking point, too tired to lift herself, too tired to fight against the solid, filling, pleasurably agonizing fullness pressing down on her ass. She hung her head and let her body be subjected to the torture.
Submitting, at last.
The commander returned, and she remained as she was, the lesson of the exercise slowly dawning on her.
“Have you learned your lesson, Atrix?” the commander asked, without touching her.
Lana nodded, her eyes on the floor. “Yes, sir.”
“What else?”
“Thank you, sir. I am very sorry I was so bad but thank you for disciplining me.”
The weights, as if they were connected to the commander’s mind, released, and Lana fell to the floor on her hands and knees. The pressure of the anal hook abated, and she squirmed in discomfort at the emptiness she felt.
The commander stood behind her. She had a vision of herself, on her hands and knees, submitting to the iron will of her trainer, but it did not infuriate her as much as it made her pussy ache even more.
“What do you want now, Lana?”
She panted, and thought quickly, sure that this was test of some kind. What would he want her to say? Whatever it was, she had better think of it quickly, and she had better make it sound real, because if shedidn’t, she was sure that she would be hanging again from the ceiling.
Her body shivered, half in pleasure, half in fear.
“I want...” she panted.
She wanted relief.
She wanted him, or anyone, to touch her and burst the dam inside of her body.
But like lightning, the answer flashed in her mind.
“I want to do whatever you tell me,” she pleaded.
And waited.
A table rose from the floor in front of her, and the commander told her to stand and bend over it. She leaned her body over the table, the cool surface making her shiver. She placed her hands, palms down, against the table, because she wanted to show him her utter submission.
The commander placed a hand on her lower back, and slowly pulled the sphere from inside of her, as she stared ahead and let her mouth open to absorb the painful stimulus of the sphere leaving her ass.
An emptiness gripped her, and her pussy throbbed hopefully. She needed relief desperately, so much so that she closed her eyes and began to wish for it—pray for it, even—silently.
She felt the commander’s fingers making a circle around her eyelet, feeling its taut, stretched rim. She couldn’t help the twitch in her arm, the shudder of her body. She would have given anything to feel the commander’s cock against her pussy, and then inside of her, finally pressing against her clit and driving the need inside of her away.
But she was beginning to sense, even through the fog of her need, that the challenge to all of this would be to convince her trainer that she was submissive. Utterly submissive. She would need for him to believe her, and she would need to be convincing.
