Archive-name: JourEntr/j622-261.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Kathy And The Sphere


Journal Entry 261 / 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 Tellakelvar 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 one head as the other 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 allright, 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 breath 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 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 on 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.

     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."

     "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 Science's 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 I.  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 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'nyysa'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 tenn 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 go give Kathy
some air.  I heard Kathy gasp for breath, cough, gasp again, and Nyss
leaned over her, lay on top of her, 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
ready 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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