Dominatrix 2122

As the property of a Mistress, I often get asked, "What is it like working in the only field that allows men, in 2122?" 

When Miss Yennavix allowed me to answer, I often went into great detail, as per her request. She enjoyed being envied by the other officers at her precinct—the fact that she had her own man slave to flaunt was a big deal...men were almost extinct after all.

Amongst her colleagues, I would sit and regale them with vivid recollections of myself being fully used by Miss Yenn. By the end of my erotic tales, the female officers were a sea of whispered chatter, awkwardly shifting legs and a healthy dose of jealousy.

One story was often requested during my visits to the precinct and by the various friends of Mistress Yenn.

It was a Friday, my Mistress's favourite day because she got off work by four-thirty instead of five and was home by six. I was expected to wash up and put on whatever she picked out for me that morning, before getting on my hands and knees at the door. It did not matter if she ran late, the hovering cameras that floated through the house ensured that I was there and waiting by six pm.

Once she stepped through the doorway, it glowed behind her as it sealed itself shut. Crawling to her feet, I immediately began tending to her every need. She was a queen, this was her castle, and I, her humble, obedient slave.

After undoing the micro-bindings of her black boots, she liked having each of her toes kissed. They were often coated and well taken care of. If not, it was my duty to fix that. I could not have my Mistress looking anything less than perfect—chipped or faded nail nano-coating was no exception.

With her boots off and each toe tenderly kissed, she linked her materializer to the collar around my neck, guiding me to the centre of the living room. There I knelt and admired my Mistress as she walked away from me and undressed.

Clicking the buttons on her belt drew the bottom half of her Bio-mech armour into its buckle, revealing the golden tiger-striped stretch marks on her naked ass cheeks.

Her skin was a divine caramel colour, flawless and meticulously cared for. As if people did not envy her enough, she had the skin tone women deemed most beautiful, according to the Female Supreme Mag 2122 edition.

Miss Yenn made me keep up to date on the latest trends and fashion so that I could ensure she always looked like the Goddess she was.

Her hair was long, nearing the cheeks of her supple, rounded ass, and was as smooth as silk. No less than fifteen hundred strokes of the brush were acceptable. With augmented purple eyes and a devilish smile, my Mistress could bring any man or woman to their knees.

My Mistress was breathtakingly beautiful—a monument to the modern woman, and she deserved to be worshiped.

Miss Yennavix's body was a sight to behold, from the glory of her magnificently thick thighs to the mesmerizing curves of her slender hips. She was fit and toned, a true testament to the strong and powerful women that upheld the law of New Eden.

Sometimes, when she allowed me to stare and admire her, she would have me adore her bare flesh for hours, telling her the things I loved most about it before she made me kiss my favourite parts.

As a way of thanking her for allowing my eyes and lips to fall upon her perfectly sculpted body, I was required to ensure she had nothing less than a mind-blowing orgasm after the admiration. If it was subpar, I would be furiously fucked by my Mistress until I came a minimum of six times...or more, if she desired.

I dare not complain, even when she thickened her cock, filling every inch of my hole and stretching me as wide as I could go. All I would do was bite my lips, whimper, and cum like a good man slave while bound, gagged, or suspended. I knew displeasing my Mistress had consequences and when my performance was unsatisfactory, I deserved to be punished. Miss Yenn was a fair woman, even when I gave her a bad orgasm, she would guarantee at least one of us spent the rest of the night cumming.