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Archive name: DS9--03.txt
Authors name: The Phantom (Address Unkown)
Archive-title: Deep Space 9
Part 3 of 5

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When he woke, he was alone in the bed and completely unaware of how
much time had passed.  In a panic, he tried to sit up, and found that
he was yet bound.  Sounds issued at him from the next room, and he
called, "Lady?"  The sounds stopped, but there was nothing further.
"Lady, are you there?"  She appeared in the room, with no boots and
no gloves, but dripping wet, her muscular body glistening with water.

"You are awake," she observed.

"Yes, Lady."  His voice was gentle and quiet.  "May I get up?"

"Of course."  She reached to the knife, still stuck in the wall op-
posite the bed, and with two quick flicks of it over his head, he
felt the cords fall away.  Stiffly, he moved his arms back down to
his chest, trying to rub at them and finding that his hands were rub-
bery and weak.

"I was in my spa," she told him, helping him sit upright.  His head
swam and lights danced in his vision.  "Would you like to join me?"

Sheepishly, he replied, "Lady, I don't think I'm ready . . . " but
she shook her head at him.

"It's only a nice warm soak.  You could probably use it."  She helped
him to his feet and guided him into the next room, where a lavish spa
greeted him.  Steam hovered on the surface, swirling gently like fine
mist over a lake.  The spa itself appeared to be set into a lush
green lawn and was ringed with fragrant jasmine, and rolling fertile
hills stretched toward the horizon as far as he could see, some dot-
ted with trees in autumn colors.  A fresh cool breeze caressed his
tired face and washed the scent of the improbably flowering jasmine
over his bare skin.  "A holosuite, Lady?"

"Yes.  Expensive, but as I told you, I cheat quite well."  She
climbed into the water, and made a motion to him to follow.  He did
so, lowering himself gratefully into the steaming spa.  Slowly, he
felt the stiffness disappear from his muscles, to be replaced with a
weak lassitude.

"How long have I been here, Lady?" he asked.

"Only a few short hours," she told him.  "Six hours.  You are due
back on duty in six more."  Purring with pleasure at the gentle
breeze that tugged her hair and his, she told him.  "It is a slow
time now.  I will be finished instructing you by then."

His eyes widened.  "There is more?"

She laughed at his question.  "Of course there is more.  You didn't
think I could teach you everything in one lesson, did you?"  She
stretched like a contented lioness.  "As it is, I must leave tomorrow
and hence can teach you only a little of what I would like to."  She
opened her eyes.  "I can arrange to be back at this station in some
time, you know."

He looked back at her, the warm water lapping at his shoulders and
around his chest.  "I don't know if . . . "  He swallowed.  She
reached over and patted one shoulder.

"The first lesson is most involved, as it is then that I must teach
you proper submission and willingness to learn.  Subsequent ones
become more and more . . . leisurely.  There are only a few small
things further that I can teach you in the time we have at any rate,
and they should leave you considerably less . . . "

"Exhausted?" he finished.

"Precisely.  After all, you will have to go directly on duty from
here."

He swallowed again, wondering what would be required of him, and
settled for remaining quiet and lowering himself into the blood-warm
water until only his face was above the waterline.  Nearly an hour
passed with them like that, silent, simply content in each other's
company and enjoying the sensation of the water rippling against
their skin.  At one point, he felt a light tickling on his face and
opened his eyes.  He saw her hand over him, her face smiling at his,
as she sprinkled a handful of the tiny jasmine flowers over him.  He
could only return her smile, and closed his eyes again.

More time passed.  "Lady?" he said finally.

"Mmm?"

He hesitated.  "Lady, Quartermaster only gives us a certain number of
uniforms in a given period of time.  I can't have another one des-
troyed."

She laughed at this.  "Don't worry, you won't need your uniform, Doc-
tor."  She sat up.  "That reminds me."  She rose from the water.  "I
have something for you."  Julian watched as her sinuous shining body
moved to one of the trees lining the glade in which the spa was set.
He saw her pick something up but could not make out what it was.
When she returned, she bent down next to him and held the object out.

Dark blue, soft, and shimmering, it lay in her hands.  It was a col-
lar.  Attached to it was a long beautiful silver chain that glittered
in the holo-sunlight, and dangling from the end of the chain were two
more binding cords like those that had cut his flesh in the first
lesson.

Julian sat up at this, and looked up at her.  "This is . . . ?" he
began, but she cut him off with a finger against his lips.

"This is yours," she told him, "the only thing that will be recog-
nized as yours as long as you are on this ship."  He felt the soft
kid leather wrap around his neck, and heard the tiny click of the
fastening.  The chain and binding cords lay on the ground behind his
head.  He fingered the collar, mark of his bodily duty to his Lady
and watched her as she lowered herself into the water again.  "It is
your mark of allegiance to me.  By undergoing the initiatory lesson,
you've proved your worth to receive the collar."  He was silent at
this.  "It's actually a nice fit; I had to use a smaller one than
usual for you."  She leaned forward and touched his face.  "You have
such a lovely slim neck, you know."  Her hand dragged down his wet
chest, disappearing under the water that covered him.  Again, his
nerve endings awakened to her.

He knew then that he would have stayed, no matter what, and endured
even more exhaustion than previous, all for her and what she could
teach him.  He moved his hand under the warm water, taking hers in
it, and said, "Lady, I'm yours," and felt it with all his heart.

She looked directly into his dark eyes.  "I knew you would be," she
whispered to him, and kissed him, the first and only kiss they had
shared while he was free, and the last.  He returned it, gently, and
felt his own sincerity and dedication to her filling him like wine.

Then, she pulled away from him, one hand firmly on his chest to keep
him from following.  He held her eyes with his own, gazing up at her.
"Enough informality," she said softly.  "This could compromise your
disciplining if it continues."  Julian was crestfallen but under-
stood.

"Yes, Lady," he said, and could not keep the disappointment out of
his voice.  He shivered as he felt her fingers brush against his skin
one last time and withdraw.

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He knelt on the bed this time, sitting on his heels and facing the
bronze headboard between the sturdy wooden posts at the corners.  His
Lady was reaching past him to lock the chain of his collar to a ring
at the center of the headboard; he wondered whether it had been
placed there for that purpose.  "Give me your hands," he was told.
He complied silently, for she had instructed him that he was to make
no sound whatsoever during this lesson.  That order alone was enough
to unsettle him, and he wondered with some trepidation what she would
teach.  He asked no questions, though -- he was not to do so.

His wrists were once again bound, this time to the end of the chain
at the headboard so that they hung in front of him, mimicking the
curve of the hanging chain itself.  Wordlessly, he awaited her ac-
tions.  He was unprepared for her to get up without a sound and walk
out.  Turning his head, he saw her disappear into the next room, and
she did not return for some time.  He waited nervously, wondering
what she was doing, until he saw her return with a tray of food.  The
aroma tantalized him, and he remembered that he had not eaten before
coming there.  His stomach awoke, and he stared at the tray with ob-
vious hunger, hunger that his Lady saw.

"Would you like some?" she asked, taking a small piece of meat from
the tray, a piece which dripped with juices, and putting it with very
deliberate movements into her mouth.  He started to say yes, but re-
membered her injunction against talking and only nodded, his eyes
riveted to the tray.  "Very well."  She walked toward him and sat on
the edge of the bed to his left, placing the tray next to her.  On
it, he saw all sorts of delicious things, each cut into pieces.
There were meats of all textures, crisp-looking vegetables of every
color under any sun, and pieces of fruit that glistened with sweet-
ness, as well as a number of delicacies which he had never seen be-
fore.  Saying nothing, his Lady picked up a piece of tender meat and
held it to his eager mouth.  Saying nothing, he opened his lips and
took it, feeling the rich juices of the flesh coat his throat.  With
a feeling of great satisfaction and great awakening of hunger, he
swallowed, closing his eyes in pleasure.  When he opened them, he saw
that she had taken another piece and held it out for him.  He took it
from her again, languidly sucking the meat's juices from her fingers.
Over and over she held out some tasty morsel for him, and over and
over he wished he had the power to thank her for doing so.

The melon, however, she saved for last.  Holding his gaze with hers,
she picked up a royal blue piece and ran it sensuously down his back,
leaving a sticky trail of sweetness from the back of his neck to the
base of his spine.  He inhaled sharply at the delight of the cool
glistening melon running down him, and even more so as she traced up
the sweet trail with her tongue.  With a small smile, she popped the
piece into her mouth.  Then, picking up another, she teasingly traced
two slow circles around her rosy nipples, enjoying the anticipation
in his eyes as he watched.  With an expression of triumph, she held
her breasts together and nestled the little morsel of blue heaven
between them.  This she offered to him, who took the piece between
his lips and marvelled at its sweetness, licking every drop of nectar
from her when he was finished.  Again, he wanted to tell her how de-
licious this was, but could not.

"Your expression tells me that you are enjoying this," she remarked.
The tray was deposited on the floor next to the bed, and she placed
herself behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her knees around him.
He felt her breath on his neck as she came close, and shivered once,
all over, at the thrill of anticipation that ran through him.  He had
no idea what she had planned.

She waited, doing and saying nothing, merely sitting there with her
hands on his shoulders and her mouth against his neck.  For many long
minutes, they sat like that, he unsure and nervous with anticipation,
she silent and knowing, enjoying the gentle curve of his back and how
his skin was lit by the faded flame lamps, their glowing topaz light
pouring over him like melted butter.  He felt as her slow hands ran
down his sides, her fingers flickering over his skin, making his sto-
mach muscles twitch.  She was content to do this, experiencing his
body under her hands, tracing his spine with her fingertips, tracing
the curve of his neck and shoulders, the smooth clean shaven skin on
one cheek, the line of his brow, teasing her fingers through his
hair.  Julian sat quietly, wordlessly, simply listening to her
breathing and his own, and feeling her hands brushing and sliding all
over him, gentle as birds' wings, making him gradually aware of the
entire surface of his body.  With a jolt of excitement, he felt her
fingers brush over his genitals, but they lingered there only for a
moment.  "Patience," she said lovingly, for she had seen his start,
felt it as she pressed herself softly into him, heard the soft clat-
ter of the chain against the headboard.  He turned his head, wanting
to apologize, but could not.  "I know," she told him softly.

Then, almost unnoticeably at first but with more conviction, he began
to feel her nails also sliding over him, just as before, all over.
Again, he started and writhed, inhaling sharply, but became quite
still when he felt the collar tugged back firmly.  "Not a sound," she
told him.  "I want complete silence."  Then, she resumed, and Julian
fought for all he was worth not to gasp or cry out as he felt her
nails exciting his skin, in his most sensitive places -- his sides,
the hollow between his hips, his waist, his inner thighs, his neck.
He could not suppress his body's reaction totally, though, and she
felt him buck against her at her every movement, though he was fight-
ing not to.  "Yes," she whispered into his ear as he battled to re-
main still and quiet, "it's hard, isn't it?"  He nodded, and could
not help a light whimper from low in his throat; she did not seem to
mind.  "It will get easier, I promise you."

And this continued.  Slowly, slowly, he began to control his body and
his involuntary reactions, only biting his lower lip -- until she saw
this, and placed her hand on his mouth.  "No."  He parted his teeth,
and she smoothed the reddened skin.  "Gently, gently.  Relax."  He
tried to still his panting, aware of the sound of it.  "Relax."  He
felt the nearly unbearable sensation of her skittering nails lessen
somewhat, but they did not stop entirely.  "Do you have control of
yourself?" she asked him.  He nodded completely silently, and she
resumed.  This time, although he was still fighting hard, she saw
that he was fighting himself better, managing to remain for the most
part completely still and silent -- except for his light panting.
She could feel his chest rise sharply with each pass of her hand over
the insides of his hips, but even his reflexive bucking had lessened
until it was merely a tightening of his back, a slight rhythmic
pressure as she felt his round buttocks seat more firmly between her
thighs.  "You're doing very well," she told him approvingly and
kissed the back of his neck.  "You learn very quickly, and try very
hard."  She rose at this point until she was standing on her knees
and, with one finger under his chin, tilted his head back until he
was looking directly up at her.  The kiss they shared then was as
deep and complete a kiss as Julian Bashir had ever experienced; she
was as far into his mind as she was between his lips.

Then, it was over, and she was once again looking down at him.  He
saw in her eyes a glimmer of wonder, and until she spoke, he truly
thought it was only the wonder in his eyes reflected back from hers.
"How I wish," she said in a voice so soft he had to strain to hear
it, "that I could keep you always."  Her fingers were on his brow,
and he gently shook his head back and forth like a cat under its
keeper's hand.  "How I wish . . . Goddess . . . what a consort you
would make."  She bent down to his upturned face and brushed her lips
against his, not kissing.  As they caressed one another's mouths, she
reached down to his genitals, taking them gently in her hand, and
felt him inhale.  Opening her eyes, she saw that his entire face was
a pleading question.  "Yes," she replied.  "Soon."  Then, she resumed
kissing him for a time -- she kneeling superior to him holding him in
her hand, he kneeling before her with his head upturned.  He felt
fluttering fingers as she traced out the lines of his throat and
sighed in pleasure as he felt her other hand caress and excite him.

Thus, all the more vivid was the jolt he received when she raked her
nails down his back hard enough to raise welts.  His head flew up-
right and he started to twist away from her before remembering that
she still gripped him firmly enough to keep him still.  An expression
of shock and surprise flew out of his mouth before he could shut his
lips around it.  Belatedly, he realized the breach he had committed
-- his voice and the clattering of the chain dropping into the si-
lence like a stone -- and his eyes shot to her face.  He did his best
to quiet his panicky breathing and still his body, yet trembling in
surprise and shock.

She felt his trembling, could feel it through her own body, close as
she was to him, could feel his shaking on her own bare skin, but did
not let it show on her face; she was impassive.  Before he knew what
was happening, she had clamped her left hand over his mouth and drawn
his head back hard until it was against her shoulder and he stared up
at the ceiling.  For a time, she merely held him that way, silently,
and waited for his breathing to slow and the film of cold sweat on
him to dry.  His eyes looked up at her from over her hand, filled
with apprehension; her other hand still held him.  Nothing moved, and
not a single thing stirred.  Only his breathing, slowly regulating,
disturbed the quiet.

Then, painfully, she shook her head.  Her disappointment nearly
crushed him.  "I thought you were relaxed sufficiently to begin, Doc-
tor," she said sadly, her lips against his ear.  "I see I was wrong."
He started again at this, and tried to shake his head.  This time he
was able to suppress the beseeching noise that he almost made, but
wished he had not.  "I was trying to teach you . . . " She shook her
head again, released her hold on him, and relaxed her hand over his
lips.  Frantically, he turned his head and pressed them into her
throat, not saying a word, silently begging her to continue teaching
him.  His hands were fists, his arms taut against the cords that held
them.  The hanging chain alone was slack and relaxed, swinging slowly
as she watched and as she felt his breath against the skin of her
neck.  "I should not offer you another chance," she told him, and
felt as he pressed his mouth into her neck harder, fondling the skin
there with his tongue, pleading wordlessly.  Firmly, she pushed him
away, ignoring the straining in his body to remain close to her.
"You are here to learn, Doctor," she stated.  "You are beautiful, but
I cannot allow you any more breaches in discipline."  Her expression
appeared to soften as she looked into his large eyes.  "If you were
any less beautiful, I would already have put you out and ended the
lesson."  At her words, his face became anguished and he bit back
each word, wanting to throw himself at her and beg her not to stop,
wanting to feel her warm skin against his, her lips on him, even her
nails, the raw touch of which was delight compared to the empty
coldness he felt.

"My time away from my home world has eroded my ethics," she finally
remarked, almost conversationally, and she stroked his face.  She
said nothing for several seconds, then whispered to him as if she
were afraid the walls would hear her, "I find that I cannot put you
out.  It appears that I am the one in chains, Doctor."  The glimmer
of joy in his eyes pleased her, deep within herself.  "But, I must
insure that discipline be maintained.  If you remain, you must be
punished for this breach."  Again, she felt his lips against her neck
in silent gratitude -- silence not counting his eager breathing, the
soft liquid sounds of his lips and tongue against her skin.

Continued in part 4...

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