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Subject: Journal Entry 261/0622  [ Kathy And The Sphere ]
Date: 13 Dec 1994 08:11:20 GMT
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Hiss 20, 0622
 	We were in orbit around Stinz IV, primarily a Centaur colony of 
Pendor established about sixty years ago.  Colonies don't bother me, 
as such, although why people brought up on a ringworld would want to 
live on a planet has always confused me.  But then, according to 
Liffip most of the kids brought up here move to Pendor, and a 
majority of the population of Stinz are still Pendor-born.  I guess 
it's a sense of adventure; the parents all know the homeworld's a 
paradise, while space is where the excitement is, but the kids all 
want to go home.  Oh, well.  It happens.

	Still, there is a sense of... something... when I visit 
Pendorian colonies.  I guess its a sadness that the kids are up and 
moving out.

	But such thoughts weren't bothering me right now.  I was in a 
much more mischievous mood because I had made a date with my beloved 
slave, the Captain of Engineering, Katherine Hawkwind.

	She arrived at the appointed place directly on schedule.  I was 
pleased to see she was wearing a very simple white blouse and skirt 
that looked like it would come apart very easily.  I was also pleased 
that she hadn't changed the color of her hair; it was still blonde, 
and it was still long.

	I paused for a moment and said, "You look lovely, Kathy."

	"Thank you, Master," she said quietly.

	I took a black leather collar with a slight 'V' shape at the 
front and slid it around her throat.  It contrasted nicely with her 
outfit and skin.  "Come with me."

	She followed me down the hallway towards a SDisk room, and 
walked in.  SDisks require both a transmitter and a receiver, and 
SDisks that aren't connected by hardware (as they are aboard ship, or 
on Pendor) require a lot more interfacing hardware.  So the ship has 
specific centers for teleporting down to a planet or to other ships.

	The technician inside was someone I trusted, and I nodded to him 
to get ready.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a blindfold, 
tying it around Kathy's head.  She accepted it with only a slight 
whimper. She hates being blindfolded.  I leaned over to her ear and 
said, "It's only for a few minutes, slave."  She nodded. 

	"Ken?" the Tindal behind the panel said, "I have a lock on the 
SDisk you wanted."

	"Thank you, Jilliam."  I directed Kathy onto the SDisk, stepped 
on myself, and said, "At your leisure, Jill."

	He nodded his head as his mittens worked the panel.  We 
vanished...
	... and found ourselves tumbling in zero-g.  There was one small 
light which Kathy couldn't see, so I grabbed her by the blouse and 
steadied her.  She whimpered again.  "Are you alright, slave?" I 
asked.

	"I'm fine, sir," she said with a slight shortness of breath.  
"Just surprised."

	"Good," I said.  I bounced off the wall I had a hold of and 
grabbed one of the four leather restraints, bouncing back to Kathy 
and securing one wrist, then the other wrist, and then each ankle.  I 
don't usually like suspension bondage, but with no gravity, I wasn't 
worried.  I took the four ropes and tied them with a knot to the 
cleat on the wall behind her back. 

	She was now completely spread eagled, hung in zero-g.  Since she 
was the only fixed item in the room, she now defined the 'top' and 
'bottom.'  I smiled at the thought, and descended to the bottom of 
the room, turning out the light.  For a while the only sound was that 
of her breathing.  I was waiting for my eyes to adjust, and for Kathy 
to get a little anxious.

	She whimpered slightly every once in a while.  After a while I 
could see her clearly by the only remaining light, that of the stars.  
I carefully maneuvered my way up until I was in front of her, holding 
onto her shoulders to stay in place.  I reached behind her and gently 
pulled off her blindfold, casting it aside and letting it drift 
about.  She looked up and said, "Wha...?"

	We were in a sphere barely three meters across, made of 
completely clear ceramic with a very low index of refraction.  It was 
effectively invisible, and the light of the stars, especially that of 
Stinz, was all that illuminated us.  I lied when I said Kathy was the 
only thing for orientation.  There was the cleat, and the life 
support module next to it, affixed to the wall behind her in a place 
she couldn't turn her head far enough to see.

	I reached down for the pair of scissors on my belt, and with a 
few judicious snips her clothes came free.  Bouncing freely about the 
room, I tied them in place next to the cleat.  From the cleat I could 
reach out easily and stroke her buttocks; she moaned loudly.

	"Slave," I said, prompting her.

	"Yes sir?" she said, a tone of desperation in her voice.

	"I'm going to leave you alone for a little while.  Make 
yourself... comfortable."  I actually didn't go anywhere, but instead 
descended to the bottom of the sphere, slightly behind her.  I 
settled down, removed my clothes, and tried to breathe quietly.

	Katherine hung there, suspended, spread-eagled and alone, with 
nothing apparent between her and the entire universe, the stars 
shining in on her in a blacker than black background.  I imagined the 
loneliness, and the trust she must have felt.  The room was 
comfortably warm, and the life-support was silent.  The sensory 
deprivation must have been getting to her as well.

	I waited, occasionally glancing at my watch, which was 
illuminated with a soft red color.  I waited two full hours, 
meditating almost. Occasionally she would moan and fight her 
restraints.  She must have known I was there; I would never have left 
her alone in her present state, and she knew it.  But she would 
subside, sometimes sobbing gently

	I rose quietly from my position, grabbing ahold with my toes of 
one of the many recessed holds along the inside surface of the 
sphere.  My eyes had long adjusted to the light, and even at five 
AU's out Stinz was a very bright star, and I could see her clearly.  
I held myself fixed directly below her, and with one finger I slowly 
traced along the line of her cunt from her clit down along the trace 
and back up her ass, adding more fingers as I scratched over her 
buttock to leave dim, red lines in her skin.  She shook with 
response, her groan loud and intense. I smiled. 

	I moved to a different position, giving me better access to her 
ass, and grabbed the hard leather paddle I had brought along.  Fixing 
myself with one hand and both feet into place, I swung the paddle.

	It made a resounding 'THWAK!' when it hit her ass, and I had 
miscalculated my grip; I repositioned my feet, and swung again.  She 
groaned aloud.  Another, and another.  Again.  I counted ten before I 
stopped.

	I settled back down to the bottom again, and left her there, 
sobbing and moaning.  I waited, again.

	Half an hour passed.  I rose again, and floated the short 
distance across the sphere, stopping my forward momentum by grabbing 
hold of her hips.  I have reasonably long toes, and rotated myself 
until my feet had a good hold of the ropes securing her feet.  I was 
directly behind her, my body pressed against her, my arms now tight 
around her waist.  She moaned in response.

	We hung there, pressed together, and my fingers traced down her 
sides.  She moaned and shuddered, and I began to to lightly run my 
fingers up and down her sides.  I pressed a little harder, tickling 
her. She let out a giggle, and I tickled her some more.  "No!" she 
cried out. "Oh, please no!"  I laughed and kept tickling her 
mercilessly.  She cried and screamed as I tickled her sides.  I bent 
my knees, pulling me down and let myself fall to the bottom of the 
sphere.  From there I could easily reach her feet.

	"Noooooo!" she screamed louder.  Her laughs were shot with sobs 
as I switched back and forth between her feet, and she screamed and 
fought against the ropes securing her.

	This went on for fifteen minutes, and her screams grew louder 
and more desperate.  Then, I stopped, and settled back to the floor 
again. Her giggles subsided.

	After another half hour, I again rose, this time towards her 
front. Because the sphere was so small, I had to crouch against the 
part facing her to be face-to-face with her, and looked her in the 
eye.  "Slave?"

	"Sir?"

	"Would you like to come?" I asked.

	"Yes, sir, oh please sir."

	I clambered over to her right hand and released it; she was 
still affixed in place by her left arm and right leg, her left leg 
providing stability.  I floated back down and freed the small 
spherical vibrator I'd brought along, placing it in her free hand.  
She let out a small laugh.

	"What's so funny, slave?" I asked, curious.

	"May I tell you afterwards, sir?"

	I thought about it.  "Yes," I replied.  It was only curiosity 
that made me ask in the first place, so I figured I could find out 
later.  I settled back against the floor and said, "Whenever you 
wish, slave."

	I heard the quiet but powerful buzz of the vibrator, and heard 
the slight drop of resistance as she applied it to her cunt, her moan 
rolling through the sphere.  I casually fingered the remote control 
in my hand.  Her moans grew louder, and with a nasty grin slid the 
switch down.

	Her groan of frustration was immediate and gratifying.  It 
occured to me that she couldn't let go of the vibrator to masturbate 
with her fingers; it would float away.  Nor could she hold it in her 
teeth (too smooth), under her chin (collar in the way) or between her 
legs.  She whimpered for a while, and I slid the switch back into the 
'on' position.  The buzz returned, and I heard her moans rise as she 
again attacked her clitoris.

	Off.

	On.

	Off.

	On.  Her moans grew in intensity.  I secured the remote control 
and grabbed ahold of her leg and pulled myself up behind her.  She 
moaned as I did so, but she seemed more intense on the vibrator.  My 
erection grew at the evil thoughts running through my mind, and with 
my hands firmly grasping her thighs, I slid into her cunt from 
behind.  She screamed "Yes, sir!" as I did.  I smiled. 

	Making love in zero-g is a lesson in physics.  I could feel the 
vibrations from the buzzer coursing through her body to my cock, and 
her wet cunt accepted me easily, but getting a good grip and actually 
fucking her took a lot of effort.  With both arms and legs I pulled 
and pushed myself into and out of her.  She screamed as her orgasm 
came, but I was far from coming myself.

	She didn't stop with the vibrator, but instead went on.  Her 
second orgasm came much quicker, and my cock was starting to feel 
that tingling sensation.  I was reaching the edge, and I was going to 
come soon.

	She came again, her body shaking, and I came with her, groaning 
aloud as I released my seed into her.  She still didn't stop, but 
came again, and again, and my cock softened to the point where her 
next orgasm pushed me out.  I settled to the floor to just watch and 
listen to her masturbate.  I refused to count the number of time she 
came, but just listened to her screams.

	Finally, she snapped the thing off.  I looked up and could hear 
her breathing so very hard.  I untied her ankle restraints and said, 
"You may untie your arm."  She did so gratefully and hung there in 
zero-g.  "You okay?" I asked.

	"Am I okay?" she said with an unbelieving tone.  "Oh, I'm fine." 
There was a pause.  "Just lemme catch my breath."

	I laughed.  "You sound okay to me.  So, tell me, what was so 
funny?"

	She laughed back and said, "Oh, that.  When you placed the 
vibrator in my hand, I noticed the velcro on the back to hold it in 
place.  It's common-sense little touches like that that make you such 
a great master, I think." 

	I laughed.  Moments like that seem so obvious to me.  "Well, I'm 
glad you liked it."

	"LIKED it?  I LOVED IT!  Your sense of timing is perfect.  Thank 
you."

	"And thank you, Kathy.  You make the whole effort worthwhile."  
I floated over to her and kissed her.  "Here," I said.

	"What's this?"

	"A cape.  Your last outfit's in no condition to be worn."

	"Oh well."  She floated about the sphere, looking at the detail. 
"When did you have this made?"

	"A few weeks ago.  It's been in cargo hold seventeen waiting for 
a chance to use it.  I figured I'd have it broken down..."

	"Don't."

	"What?"

	"Save it.  That floor pad you've got there to fix things to is a 
good idea, but as a novelty, this is a great place to hold picnics." 
She mused for a moment, "Or orgies, if they're good friends."

	"A centaur could never fit in here," I said.

	"Amanda could."

	"You, my dear, have a dirty mind."

	"And that's why you love me.  Are we going home?"

	"We could.  Or we could sleep here, and then go home."

	"I'm hungry," she said.

	"Then let's head home."  I picked up the small communicator and 
said, "Shardik to 'Elen."

	"Pellaeon Elen here, Commander."  It was Jill.

	"I am ready to return from an expeditionary SDisk."

	"Affirmative."  There was the familiar >blip< and...
	...ugh.  Gravity returned with full force.  "So," Jilliam said 
as we stepped off.  "You two have fun?"

	"You have no idea how much," I said.  Kathy smiled along.

	"Say," Jill said, "Isn't that a different outfit from the one 
you left with?"

	"Jill, just log the present coordinates of the SDisk.  I get the 
feeling it's going to get some use before we leave Stinz."

	He smiled.  "Yes, sir."
	    

	"P'nyssa!  We're home!"  She came out from the second room we 
had managed to finagle out of ship's roster.  Seems the studio I'd 
been given was a little small, especially considering the status of 
my roommate.  Head of Life Sciences didn't rate nearly as well as 
Assistant Chief Medical Officer.  I'd thought that had been kinda 
strange.

	"Who's we?" she said.  She came out dressed in bluejeans and a 
green shirt that hung loosely off the left shoulder.  She spotted 
Kathy and I and said, "Oh, hi!"

	"Hello P'nyssa," Kathy replied.  "How have you been?"

	"Well, not much has changed since last time I saw you."  They 
made small chit-chat, and Kathy asked to be excused to use the 
bathroom. Seems she'd been tied up for the past four hours or so and 
had to piss bad.

	"So," P'nyssa said after the bathroom door closed, "You two have 
fun?"

	"Sure did," I said.  She smiled.  There's very little jealousy 
between P'nyssa and me.  It's good to feel that she shares my sense 
of adventure in that respect.

	Kathy came out and groaned, arching her back.  "You okay?" I 
asked.

	"I'm a little stiff," she said.

	"I wonder why," I said.

	"Would you like a rub?" P'nyssa asked.  My eyebrow arched.

	"I'd love one," Kathy said.  P'nyssa motioned for her to lie 
down on the couch and remove the robe.  I walked to the kitchen and 
poured myself a glass of apple juice, sat down on one of the 
barstools against the countertop and watched.

	P'nyssa began calmly enough, starting at the shoulders and 
working her way along Kathy's spine.  It was pleasing watching two of 
my favorite lovers touch one another like that.

	P'nyssa's firm mittens stroked Kathy's legs, then back up to her 
butt, stroking firmly.  Kathy cooed under P'nyssa's touch, and I 
smiled at the sound.  P'nyssa returned up to Kathy's shoulders and 
began firmly massaging them, working her way along the biceps.  
"Kathy?" she said.

	"Hmmm?"  That was a very pleased "Hmmm" I heard!

	"What did you two do that got you so stiff?"

	"Oh, Ken left me tied spread-eagled in zero-g for a few hours 
and tickled me every once in a while."

	"He did that?"

	"Mmm-hmm." 

	P'nyssa shook her head and kept massaging, working her way down 
to the hands and fingers, then back up to rub her thumbs and mittens 
into Kathy's hair.  Then she tapped lightly and said "Turn  over."

	Kathy obeyed, and Nyss rubbed her chest and belly.  Kathy raised 
her hand and placed it on P'nyssa's leg.  I watched this all with 
great interest.

	P'nyssa pretended not to notice as Kathy began to stroke her 
through the material of her jeans, just her legs, but she was getting 
closer and closer to P'nyssa's crotch.  She reached up and without 
much warning she undid the clasp of Nyss's pants.  I saw a smile 
cross my mate's lips, and she leaned down to whisper something into 
Kathy's ear.

	Kathy nodded, and turned her head to me, saying, "Master?"

	"Yes, Slave?"

	"Permission to return the compliment to your love?"

	I thought about it, and said, "Granted."

	I sat and watched, then idly turned to the control panel on the 
countertop and turned down the lights, just enough so I could see.

	Kathy pulled down Nyss's zipper and P'nyssa stepped up to slide 
out of them.  Her blue fur looked ruffled even in the dim light, but 
Kathy didn't make a comment.  In the back of mind I thought she had 
better not.  The thought made me smile more.

	Nyss took off her top and again straddled Kathy on the couch. 
Kathy took the initiative, sliding down the couch until her head was 
under Nyss.  She reached up and pulled Nyss down onto her, and Nyss 
settled down onto Kathy's mouth, leaning over slightly and holding on 
to the edge of the couch.

	Kathy apparently wasn't much for foreplay.  Or maybe the backrub 
had been foreplay.  I heard soft liquid sounds coming from them, 
little gasps escaping from Nyss every once in a while.  The sight was 
astounding; my blue-furred lover with a handful of Kathy's hair in 
her mitten, holding Kathy's face against her cunt, holding herself up 
with the other ten so as not to smother Kathy.

	"Don't stop," P'nyssa said, and the tone was one of command.  
Kathy moaned aloud in response and P'nyssa moaned back as Kathy 
doubled her efforts.  I was suprised by the apparent intensity; 
I'd've thought she'd've been tired out after our little tete-a-te' 
out in space.

	On the other hand, I felt no inclination to join them.  I was 
satisfied to watch, and I felt somehow, to orchestrate.  I sipped my 
iced tea and watched two of my favorite loves go at each other with a 
heat and a passion I'd rarely seen.

	"That's it.  Good girl.  Don't stop... Just a little more... 
More... Harder... Little higher... Yes, Yes! Ohhhhhh...."  Nyss 
moaned loudly and then screamed "Yeah...." A long breath escaped her.  
She took a moment to catch her breath and then moved back a little to 
give Kathy some air.  I heard Kathy gasp for breath, cough, gasp 
again, and Nyss leaned over her, laaying on top of her and hugging 
her close.

	P'nyssa turned her head to me and winked.  That one gesture made 
me nearly die laughing, and I realized that the three of us were 
going to do okay together.

	P'nyssa rose and pulled her shirt back on, leaving her pants on 
the floor.  Kathy lay there, naked, breathing raggedly, and I walked 
over to her and knelt on the floor next to the couch.  She turned to 
me and said, "Did I do okay, Master?"

	"That's up to Nyss to decide."  I kissed her.  She wrapped her 
arms around me, and I felt P'nyssa kneel on the floor behind me and 
hug me as well, her head upon my shoulder.  She reached out a mitten 
and placed it on Kathy's head, tousling her hair.

	"You did real well, Kathy," she said.  Then she rose and said, 
"I'm eady for a shower."

	"Me, too," I said.  "Want to join us, Kathy?"

	"May I?" she asked with all the excitement of a little girl.

	"Of course.  Come on."  I helped her up and we walked over to 
the shower.
 

	It may be disappointing to know that nothing sexual occured in 
the shower, but for them most part I think Kathy and I had had enough 
for one day, and if P'nyssa was still felling randy, she didn't say 
so.  I then sent Kathy home to bed.  Tomorrow was going to come soon, 
and all three of us have serious jobs on the Pellaeon Elen.
--
"Kathy And The Sphere"
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