Cheshire, my purple-striped space cat, bumps her soft head against my hip in an affectionate greeting. She climbs onto my stomach and kneads into my soft flesh, purring.
She keeps me company when Sylvus is working.
Sometimes, Cheshire and I sit together in the little workshop he’s made for me. There, I tinker with various bits and bobs, and Cheshire naps in my lap or chases shadows. Tinkering is the only skill from a past life that’s stuck with me. It’s nice to do it for its own sake. I fixed up Dummy, and it’s now like my mobile toolbox when I’m in the workshop. I still couldn’t make it any smarter, though.
Occasionally, Sylvus leaves for a day or two when his work strictly necessitates it. He frets over me like a diva leaving her precious little dog behind, making sure I have months’ worth of food and activities when he’ll only be gone overnight.
Most days, Sylvus only needs a few hours to work without me distracting him. Usually, I spend those hours here in my meadow, lazing in the sun.
The other thing that keeps me company when Sylvus is working?
The massive butt plug that shakes with inner beads when I move, tipped with a long tufted tail.
As I lie on my back, I wiggle lazily, moaning at the stretch.
My thighs rub together, seeking friction for my neglected cunt.
Sylvus doesn’t like it when I use my hands. When I do that, I lose pasture privileges. I don’t like that. So, I behave.
I could find something to go hump. A rock, a stray band of silk.
When I hump things… Sylvusdoespunish me, but he picks the punishments he knows Ilove. Edging me for hours. Skipping a milking, leaving me full and aching. Slapping my ass until it’s red and raw.
So, I know he likes it when I hump things. Likes the idea of me being too horny to handle it.
I like it too.
But his absolute favorite… is when I’m very,verygood. When he comes back to find me after work and I’m dripping and needy and desperate.
Slick spreads between my thighs as I rub them together. Today’s going to be one of those days.
I fantasize about Sylvus fucking me. Over the past six months, he’s gotten even better at it. He comes up with increasingly creative and effective ways to torment me, then to get me off.
I thought I’d be bored living a peaceful life like this.
There’s no boredom with Sylvus. I’ve branched out from Earth artifacts, asking him to show me his favorite customs, creatures, and crimes from every planet in the ICSS and beyond.
He’s secretly a total nerd.
I fucking love it.
Listening to him talk for hours… Even when I can’t focus on the words, I love the sound. I’ve asked him to tell me stories in his native tongue. I don’t know what he’s saying, but I know what itmeans. How it makes himfeel.
I roll over onto my stomach, sending Cheshire jumping over to the flowers.
My weight settles on my oversensitive nipples, and my breasts have filled enough that the pressure makes me moan. I let the ground hold the weight, bracing on my elbows as I drag my bound tits along the flowers. Even with the silk in theway, my nipples are so hard they catch on the petals. Electric pleasure zips through them, warming my spine.
My hips thrust in the air, inner muscles clenching.
Fuck, it feels good.
Slick pours down between my thighs, and I moan louder.
I continue that for a while, getting dizzier and dizzier.
Heat coalesces at my core, and I realize I have a problem.
Despite my very best efforts to behave, I’m about to cum.
