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“Of course,” I answer as she begins to undress me.

“I want you to show me. Will you do that? Pretend you punished me and then sent me away.”

I stand near the edge of the bed while she watches me, half-naked, take a penis in each hand and stroke myself to completion. All the while, she is talking dirty to me about what kind of servant masturbates in their master’s bed while he is at work, and it is so sexy I orgasm in no time—both of my penises releasing semen onto the bed sheets while she hungrily watches.

I have some fantasies now that I am reluctant to share with my new wife. I have the feeling Water people do not have similar pain and pleasure sexual relationships and that I will have to ease her into this just as she assimilated to the social aspects of my culture.

“Please ring for the sheets to be changed. You are my wife now,” I remind her, “you are forbidden to do it.” I have never used the word ‘forbidden’ with her, and I wonder if she knows its double meaning. As I watch her out of the corner of my eye, I can tell she is deciding whether or not to disobey me. In the end, she does not, and I wonder if she knows the meaning or thought I was very serious. I remind myself that there will be pleasure in teaching her.

I go into the bathroom to wash myself off, and she follows me in shortly after. I watch her wash her hands. When she is finished, I bring her close to me and lift her valet shirt over her head, “It was a fun role-play, but now I want my wife back.”

CHAPTER31

VOLUNTEER 4711

My Commanderand I have fallen into our new roles well. I am unsure if that’s because being his valet isn’t that different from being his wife, except now I have sex with him and don’t do the laundry. However, instead of the time, I would have spent cleaning, I now spend learning more about Silver culture. He still won’t let me access the main channels through the Home Planet, but I have other programs dedicated to family life and relationships.

Most of the information is what I already gathered from what I have experienced; the only differences are now I’m playing an even more active role in them. Silver society is very patriarchal, and females seem to like this. I don’t see any resistance. But of course, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist; it could just mean my husband doesn’t want me to see it.

In terms of what I have learned from my husband directly is that he, specifically or the culture itself, leans toward dominant and submissive roles in the bedroom. This doesn’t surprise me, given what I know about the culture, but what does surprise me is how much I enjoy some of it. But at the same time, I wonder how far it will go. I feel like every month; it’s something more. And there are no safe words; I assume or hope. Rather if I say stop, he will stop. I have no reason to believe he would do otherwise, as he treats me like his prized possession in every other way.

But make no mistake, I am a possession unless I become a mother. I sometimes think back to his questioning if I missed the quarters I had when I was a servant, and sometimes I do miss my old life. Not because I don’t like being with him, but now I’m tied to him forever. But I remind myself I was connected to him permanently before, too; it’s just closer now or seems so because we are married. From my reading, though, I can gauge that he is on the “modern” side of marriage, meaning he allows me to own money and work. Never mind that I am working for him.

I shift in my chair. My anus feels a bit weird. The Commander has been playing with my anus during sex because he wants to put both his penises in me at the same time. Of course, I understand he wants this. It is something he would have with a Silver female, but I don’t think I’m ready yet. I’m worried that it will hurt.

My Commander is taking it very slowly, though; I wouldn’t say he is pushing me. He lost his mind the other day when I gave him a blowjob, first one penis, then the other. As Silver females are incapable of doing this, he had never had this done to him before.

I’m taken out of my thoughts as he walks in. He’s early today, but that’s not uncommon since we married. If he can leave the bridge early to be with me, he does. He hasn’t worked any late nights in the last months.

I stand as he comes over to me.

He takes me in his arms. “I have been thinking about you.”

“All day?”

“I’ve been thinking about your body,” he runs his hands down the sides, skimming the sides of my breasts, and then begins lifting my dress. His bare hands on my skin make me shudder. He quickly finds his way inside my bra and plays with my nipples. I moan with pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He pinches my nipples hard, and this is a game he likes.

“No, Commander.”

He leads me to the bed by my nipples then I say, “No, husband.”

Once he has the correct answer, he pulls my dress over my head and asks me to put my hands on the bed, bent over. I do as he says, with only my bra and underwear on.

“Have you been thinking about me while I’ve been away?”

“Yes, Husband,” I answer as he caresses sex from my clit to my ass over my underwear. It makes me so hot when he does this.

“Are you wet from thinking about me all day?” he asks as he puts his hand down the front of the underwear. “Is this hair all covered in wetness with your arousal?”

“I don’t know,” I answer.

He slaps my ass with his other hand.

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