Sawyer IN Space

Zerneck Of The Undying

“Sawyer, look at me. Whatever is causing distress for you, can be fixed. Anything in your body which keeps you from optimal health, can be healed. It has been so for my people for hundreds of years. There is no illness, no infirmity or missing part or human frailty that we can’t remedy. Speak it, Sawyer Love. And you will no longer need to suffer.”

“Well, you see-“

“Yes, My Dearest Nearest?”

“I can’t- um, so I’m unable to have children.”

“No children?”

“No. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I don’t have all my reproductive parts any longer. They were making me ill. Constantly in pain.” I pressed my large palm against her belly, gently rubbing as I moved my hand lower. Slower, as if I could heal her by my touch alone. Bring her joy by worshipping her magnificent body and spirit. Her creative mind. Her endless heart. Sawyer’s breath caught, she leaned closer, unknowingly, as her heart rate increased. I could scent her awakened arousal, fresh and eager. “I was told I had a squishy uterus. Can you imagine? But my doctor did call it by a proper name. Adinomyosis.”

“Yes, that’s tends to happen. It was quite commonplace for our people, long ago.”

“I’m so sorry.” She rubbed her hand over my forearm, stepping into me. Closer. Trusting me to shelter her.

“Dearest Sawyer, it has not been a concern for a very long time.”

“So,” she peered up at me shyly, so cute and hopeful, “what does that mean for me?”

“That you may have a renewal of reproductive health, if you so choose.”

“I could?”

“Yes. There is no need, no expectation, unless you want this- for yourself.”

“Are we compatible, intimately?”

“Yes, Sawyer. Indeed we are.”

“Then I might want to be able to have a family, with you.” She seemed embarrassed, shyly looking away. I had to remember to breathe!

All I had ever wanted, yearned for in my life was a family to love. A heart mate, babies. Perhaps. Laughter and adventures. Cuddles and warmth. To thrive. To hold close to my heart all whom I was destined to love.

Yet, in staring into her eyes, if all I ever had was her… twould be everything I ever wanted. And I could nurture her, baby her more, if she were keen on it. Take care of her, if she enjoyed it. Trusted it. The process. Me.

I would change her panties for more absorbent briefs, and I would lavish attention on her sweet, heavy breasts and shy nipples, easing her away from wearing those, what had she called them? “Horror story, constrictive nightmare brazier traps.” No more traps, just a freer lifestyle of cute, shorter dresses and potty help when she sneezed or coughed too hard. Laughed too hard. When she was living life to the fullest. And not constantly concerned over being perfect or appropriate.

“May I have time to decide?” I could see she felt hesitant to alter herself. For anyone. Even for one she loved. I was continually amazed by her strength to stand her ground. Her Earth.

“That is entirely up to you. You are perfect as you are. Whatever you choose, that is what will be.”

“I appreciate you so much, Zerny. Mucho much. Thank you. I’d like more time to just breathe and live beside you. The rest is just noise for now.”

“I will love everyday that places me in your orbit, Dear One.”

“Love you, forever.”

“Need you, forever. Need to take care of you. Take care of everything for you. Do you understand what I mean, My Sweet Sawyer?” Her face flamed bright pink and rosy red. Like a sunlift back home.

“This just got a bit Daddy? Or Zaddy?”

“Mmm yesss. I’m a Zern Daddy.”

“Hah! Like stern! Oh my gosh!”

“Oh, did you laugh so hard you went potty a little?”

“Crackers.” Sawyer lowered her head in dismay. I was not disappointed or disgusted by her human anatomy being fragile. They were a young planet. Certainly they hadn’t perfected women’s health, not when their system made money off their suffering. I could help her heal her bladder as well, strengthening it, but this gave me the chance to prove my mettle. My unalterable love. I could be her Daddy and her lover, I would care for her and make her accidents into sweet bliss between us. With touches and encouragement. She would no longer need to stress about money or working with a migraine. Her night-time panic attacks would ease and her body would calm. It would be gloriously easy and so amazingly thrilling to feel her trust for me growing. To see her becoming more healthy every day.

I would train her to love herself no matter what her body was challenged by.

“Stand here for me, that’s a good sweet Baby. Now, lift your gorgeous leg,” Sawyer kind of froze but then tilted her head at me, and complied so easily, I was certain that we were already on the way to a sensual compatibility that would transcend time and space. Space travel would be taxing on her human body. She would need my constant care. Beginning now was key to her survival. And how I yearned to be her caretaker.

I rubbed my large knuckles against the fold of her soft, hot pussy and felt moistness. A little accident, but not a bad thing. Or an embarrassing thing. Simply a human thing. And oh how I adored it. Adored all that made her Mine.

I glanced up at her face, her eyes were closed in shame but her pink cheeks hinted at more than embarrassment. There was a shade of sensual heat. Pleasure sparks warring with appropriateness.

“Sawyer?”

“Yes?” She whispered in return, as though we were lying skin close in my ship’s sleep pod, sharing a silken soft blanket.

“I want you to trust me as deeply as you can muster and allow yourself to potty, empty your bladder for me, right now. Can you do that?”

“What? Oh.. um, but I’ll make a mess.”

“Where? We’re standing on grass. This is the perfect spot to claim your territory. Can you try for me?” She looked around us, worried, her nerves beginning to fray just a little.

“But what if someone finds out or sees me?”

“There is no one anywhere near by but you and I. I want you to see how much strength you have. How much control you already possess. You can allow yourself to potty. With me, here, now, outdoors. No shame. No embarrassment. Okay?”

“I- okay- I’ll try.”

“That’s my good girl.”

“Oh my.”

“Yes, okay Sweetie, when you are ready, I want you to take a breath and relax. And let go.”

“Mmm okay, Zerny.” With a a deep breath and a sweet sigh, I very lightly caressed her bottom as she tried so studiously and perfectly to tinkle on command. Her breath left her, her shoulders relaxed and the stress appeared to flee her body as urine trickled onto grass beneath. .

Her cheeks were pink but smiling a tiny smile. Relief. No more full bladder.

“Such a good Baby to empty your bladder for me. I’m so proud of you. This will be important as we travel, that you allow me to tend to you and help your body adjust.”

“Really? Like what? Lady diapers or carrying me around?”

“Whatever is needed.”

“Hmm.” She grumbled quietly. Biting her lip as she fretted. She needed gentle care and love.

I took a wipe from my thin container and gently began rubbing along her pussy folds to clean her lips and then another wipe to clean the dribbles from her legs and feet.

When that was done, and her face was thoroughly pink as she tried to hide behind her hands. I stood up and stroked my fingers along her pussy, circling in a firm pressure. Rubbing. Her hands fell away. I stepped closer, shielding, curving around her with my larger frame. Sawyer moaned so sweetly, erotically innocent that my gyern went earth-rock hard, pushing against my restrictive spacesuit.

Just the sound of her feeling good was my undoing.

“Oh my yes.” She whispered. Her legs splaying open as she widened her feet. Opening herself to me.

I pressed in with more intensity, massaging her mound. Filling my hand with swollen pussy lips, a new wetness and the beguiling scent of Sawyer’s arousal. I dipped my head to breathe in her hair, feeling her soft spirals and loose waves against my scruffy face. She smelled of sunshine, coconut and summer forest.

I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers between her engorged lips to find her shy clit, and when I did, I gave it some attention. She needed a reward for being such a trusting and sweet Heart-Mate. Baby girl. My Baby Girl.

My Earth-Baby Girl. Woman. Yes, despite her human fragility and size, she was a mature woman. For their species. Yet still such a little one. Especially compared to my people’s lifespans.

“Oh, Zerny. Mmm feels so divine.”

“You are divine.”

“Love your touches.”

“I know.”

Mmm touching her soft human body would keep me alive forever, even if I didn’t get to keep her. The memory alone would enchant me til I ceased breathing.

“I think I want more.”

I whispered at her neck. “I know you do.”

She pressed her pussy into my hand, seeking more, and so I gave her more. Slipping one finger at her entrance, her swollen quim, I slowly pressed inside her hot, wet pussy. Oh the feeling of that heat wrapping my skin in wetness was overwhelmingly hot and remarkably erotic. My gyern bucked, seeking her pussy. Seeking salvation and ecstasy.

But I would wait.

What she needed in this moment was more imperative and magical.

My thick finger worked in deeper, her welcoming heat gripping along me like my gyern was plunging deeply. “Mmmph.” She moaned, biting her lip as I gryked her pussy with my finger, pumping deeper. And faster. All while standing in her forest, just us two, like we were the only beings on Earth.

With an amused, hungry grin, I continued stroking deep into her pussy while pinching and softly twisting her nipple until she came, leaning into me, breathing fast, her cheeks flushed. Hair all fluffed up and messy.

Sawyer was such a sexy, adorable woman.

And I was such a lucky Alien Daddy.

Zerneck

“Sawyer?” I called to her as I worked my tool into place and fastened the fitting. “Are you in the device?”

“Ugh… yes!” She called out from the therapy cubby.

“Why do you sound displeased?” I leveraged another partial turn to tighten the mechanism.

“Cuz this is naughty!”

“It isn’t naughty. It is completely natural.”

“Can’t natural be naughty?” She grunted out as the device worked on her body.

“Oooo! What’s this thing doing?” She groaned, frustrated and flustered. I knew. “Are you literally spanking me?”

“As well as massaging your pussy, and breasts.”

“With my consent. But why?” I could hear her asking nicely. Calmly. I chanced a chuckle, knowing I’d be rewatching that bit later, when she was sleeping all tucked in and safe in her floating sleepy pod. I’d asked her if she was okay with my recording her sessions. She said she was hopeful they would bring me back to her .

“With consent. To relax your human form. To train your muscles.”

“Those aren’t just my muscles. They’re my sex organs, you Punk.”

“Sawyer Love, you need to relax and you need to accept all of the therapies your body needs. Do you understand me?”

“Mmmph,” she moaned, annoyed but aroused, and of course she was, I had programmed her therapies myself. Each tiny touch, every thrust and lick. Every slow caress. Every erotic moment of her daily and nightly therapy sessions. “But why are these therapies so sexual in nature?”

“You are a human, Sweet Heart. You are a sexual being. You need touches.”

“Caressing and caring.” The darned robot man added, so sure of itself- or himself- as his strong, cool fingers spread my lips and teased my hidden, so very human pearl. Enticing my clit to play along, engorging and all look at me! He slowly dipped his pointer into my pussy as he kept eye contact and plunged all the way inside my heated depth, my pussy walls clamping on his chilled metal structure. Like a kiss of icy bliss. “But mmmph. Oohhh!” How my body wanted him to see. Wanted to lean into my touchy robot overlord instead of giving him the stink eye. “Maybe you could trade places? And we could do my therapy oooo, together? Maybe all of that?”

“Perhaps tomorrow, my Sweet Sawyer.” I programmed her health bot to massage her daily. To spank her- if necessary. And it was definitely necessary. To help her strengthen her human muscles and especially to help her relax as we traveled far from her home world. So if I perhaps also required her to suck her medication like a ‘good girl’, it was all in my attempt to care for her fully.

Sawyer

“I’m not Sawyer IN Space! I’m Sawyer with panties down around my ankles.” The robot patted my tooshie like he was pleased with where my panties currently resided. Swat. Pat. “It’s not the same thing!” Soothing rub. Rub.

“Soon, you will only ever be Sawyer IN Space.” He rubbed my shoulders. “This is all very necessary.”

I called out loudly, “Your bro-bot keeps calling me, “Sawyer IN Space.”

“He enjoys your many names, Dear One.” Dear One? I didn’t feel like a Dear One. I felt fiesty and chagrined. Cranky and turned-on. Simultaneously!

“That’s not my name, Dude. It’s just a program file.” I added in a whisper, “What if Zerny doesn’t come back? What then?”

“Your program never ends. We will go on. Sawyer In Space. Forever.”

“Well, fookers.” I blew out my breath, feeling flustered and worried. And still- aroused.

Was it weirdly inappropriate that I was beginning to grow wet every time it called me “good human”? Because my body was definitely learning some interesting new things out IN space.

Was it even alive or was it- he- just a program? I mean, it was mechanically perfect and appropriately… eh hmm- proportional. Yes. That. Like unto Data From Star Trek The Next Generation, though my bot bro was very much robotic looking.

Though there was no inflection in his tone, he sure seemed to like to talk to me during my “therapies”.

Therapees. Yeah, Thera-pees. As in peeing on demand, stopping on demand mid-steam. Peeing in something much like an adult Earth diaper. Like those barely poised pads. Not peeing while coughing hard. Not peeing for hours. All the things. Every scenario. Peeing to practice. Not peeing to practice.

Or sucking mechanical cock while being fingered to train me to relax, but the juice was vitamins I needed. Supposedly. “And ALLEGEDLY!” I shouted to the Universe. “Seems this could just be in a syringe or a tablet. A patch. Something where less,” holy moly, that deviant dude-bot, “sexual effort is required. I mean, come on!” I stared up at my dude cyborg with blatant hostility mixed with a heated flush in my pussy. I was so angry that I was so aroused by him!

“Human, Hmm… I will come.”

“Oh! Frakkers! That’s not what I meant!”

“Sawyer!”

“Yes?”

“Please do as requested. Swallow like a good girl. You need your nutrition doses. Daily. Remember our deal?”

“Human mine girl! Oooo!” And my robot overlord shot a load of nutritional vitamin slash protein cum deep into my mouth, choking me- like always. I coughed and pulled back to swallow the hot non-seed. Swiping my mouth on my hand, I pulled up my dress to wipe at the corners of my mouth more delicately, like a true space lady would but in doing do, I forgot that I was flashing my heavy breasts at Robo Cock.

“I don’t recall our deal meaning there was a sexual robot overlord who would take up your mantle when you were busy!” I yelled toward Zernster. My disappearing alien boyfriend. Seriously, bot boy was with me more often than Zerny ever was. I worried it would always be that way.

“Overlord? Hardly.” He called back.

“Mmmph.” I groaned in response to my Robotic Relationship Stand In as he began massaging my breasts. His hands reaching around from behind me to ease my tense titty muscles, taking a moment to flick my taut nipples as he touched me like he lived and breathed for me. Loved me. But he didn’t love… me…

“You’re just a program.” I whispered, feeling all mushy and melted, my skin becoming dewy as his touches turned more, well- touchey. Heh. One hand soothing up to my throat as he pressed his mechanical cock against my butt, his other hand slipping between my thick, strong thighs to dip into my folds and strum my clit. Delving his solid, chilled, metal finger up into my hopeful pussy. Mmm sigh. “Sweet heavens.” I gasped and melted against him. Breathing and feeling. But he turned me, as I tried to keep my balance, while also being finger fucked so absolutely perfectly I could pass out from bliss, he spoke in a low tone, all measured and programmed- “I want you to look at me while I make you cum.”

“Ooh! FUCK!” I trembled and moaned, knowing this was most definitely flipping naughty.

Feeling my pussy grow wetter and fuller, tighter, as he stroked me, all while maintaining impressive amounts of eye contact, my core began to squeeze, tightening. My legs shook, uncontrollably. My body was coiled so tightly.

“There’s a good girl.” Zerny called out darkly enthusiastical.

“There is a good earth girl.” The mischievous robot added in a hushed, intimate tone, while he leaned in and licked my ear lobe before nipping it gently.

“Oh! Mmm ooohhh. I’m not an Earth girl! I’m an Earth woman! Bad robot.” I whispered. I could have sworn he smiled. But my body gripped his gorgeous finger and flew to pieces anyways. “Fraxing Helk!”

“Now for your spanking.”

“I don’t need a spanking! I definitely don’t deserve one!”

“You were a naughty earth girl, not listening to me when I ordered you to come.”

“I’m not some robot! I don’t come when you command!”

“You will.”

“Damnation! Will not! And its WOMAN! Not girl!”

“Mount the pillow, Sawyer.”

The pillow.

Yeah, the pillow in question. It sure gave a good view of my everything. And my mounting it was becoming more frequent. Zerny was often busy with the ship, and robot guy was a stern Sawyer, well, me-sitter. He seemed to love lathing my butt. Massaging it between spanks. Staring. Making me all embarrassed and hot. Til my pussy dripped with need.

My first meeting with him was a quick lesson in directness.

“Give me access to your panties.” He said all calm and sterile.

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” I parried with words as opposed to my panties. Cuz forget that.

“You will give me access to your pant-ties.” He reiterated.

“Mind the machine, Sawyer. I need him to help you be ready.”

“Him? Ready for what? A threesome?” I eyed Machino in the Thera-pee cubby. It was all shadows and different coushins and toys around me, like a fun, adult gym of sorts. “Exactly?”

“Ready for different gravity effects. Planetary customs. Any number of issues. You will be considered my pet on many planets, it’s key you can behave as one would. Whenever called upon to do so.”

“So like pee myself if you need an excuse to flee a wacky space deal gone wrong? Or if he says lick his cock…?”

“I’d like you to lick mine but I’m fixing some stuff.”

“Why can’t he fix some stuff instead of you? Then you could give me your cock- your thick gyern to suck and lick?”

“Panties down.” The robot demanded. I still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Not happening, Dude.”

“Such a naughty Earth girl.”

“Earth Woman. Woman.”

“Such a naughty Earth Woman.”

“There you go saying the sweetest things.”

“Sweet Things, take your panties down, or I will.”

“Dude, I dare you.”

Well. Never dare a robot.

My Tooshie was bare naked in five seconds as he tore my strawberry panties down my legs.

Sawyer- Brace Thyself

I was mid-walk on my tiny, pink, human treadmill, totally absorbed in an older, Earth series about teens falling in and out of love. Love. Just, sigh. It was so cute, and so terrible. But by watching it, somehow the time flew by much faster, so that suddenly, a twenty or thirty minute walk was done in a poof of breath. Quick like. All because of their drama. All that teen angst.

Oddly, I still felt angst. I mean- I definitely felt angst. I was getting spanked rather often and I was growing to enjoy it. Relishing in the emotions he brought out in me. My Robo Boyfriend. The sensations. “Maybe that is entirely human?”

“You are entirely human.” My Robot tormentor reminded me.

“I’m pretty sure I knew that.”

He lifted my lightweight dress, exposing my tooshie, my panties. “So human. Pretty.”

“Hey! My panties are falling off!” I screeched

“That is entirely acceptable..” He replied as he slowly caressed my skin, rubbing and staring before slapping my ass.

“Yikes!” I screeched out as I tried to keep walking.

“Do you need to potty?”

“What?” He got closer, walking in place as I walked, and leaned nearer to ask again. His voice dropping lower, deviously dark and mesmerizing. Very much unlike a droid or bot. Or program. “Do you need to…” and there he skimmed down my form with his steamy robot eyeball orbs and targeted the juncture of my thighs quite intimately before adding, “potty?”

“Oh my…” I whispered out feeling suddenly breathless. He pressed his palm against my lower abdomen as I continued trying to walk but his touch was disarmingly distracting. I tripped and he conveniently caught me, holding me to his chest, my treadmill halted as he pressed his palm against my mound and softly massaged me through my short, magenta cotton dress and microfiber (yeah, also magenta) panties. “Oof. Ooohh. Goodness. Thank you.”

“What a good girl you are, My Sweet Earth Girl.”

“Woman. Not girl. I’m a woman.” I replied shakily as my pussy began to drip and dew for him. Attention seeking punk that it was.

“My Earth Woman.”

“That’s slightly better.” I sighed, pushing my body into his touch.

“Time for therapy, Earth Woman.” That snapped me out of body bliss.

“For the love! Darn Robot! I just took a walk! Can’t I take a break? Or like a nap?” I argued, feeling frustrated and overly hot.

“Your temperature is above normal, you may press against my coolness and consume a frozen fudgey.”

“Do you mean hug you and eat a fudgecicle?”

“More than a hug.” He chuckled darkly as he turned me to face him and picked me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. Oooh that was so very cool and amazingly calming. “But yes, that, an Earth frozen fudge on a wooden stick.” I was amazed he allowed me to wear panties at all. Maybe he enjoyed taking them off me?

My Robot Keeper began walking us and I felt the vibration in my center, thrumming through my flesh and puffing up my pussy. “Holy frax!” I called out, surprised and startled, but beginning to melt in an entirely different way. Swoony. I relaxed against him, going limp and lusty.

“It is time for your knee braces to be fitted to you.”

“Oh dang, but I really don’t want to wear those things.”

“You require their support,”

“Okay, I get that, but why can’t Zerneck use his mighty medical skills-“

“The healing?”

“Yes! That! Why can’t he use the healing on me? Why can’t I get my knees healed?”

“There is time for healing. For now, you need support.”

“But those things are so imposing and stiff.”

“They are meant to be your external strength. Your knees need help.”

“I know. But can’t they be prettier?”

“You may paint them, if you are a good girl and wear them as we instruct.”

“Oooh. “ I stared over his shoulder at the curving halls of Zerny’s ship as he continued walking us to the therapy cubby. but slower, as though he didn’t want to put me down. “Umm okay. Woman. I’m not a girl. I’m a woman. And I’ll try. But I’m not going to be happy about it.”

“You need not be happy but you will likely need more spankings.”

“Nu uh! Dude! You can’t just spank me for whatever reason. Or even at all!”

“I can. I will. You are naughty to forget that your therapy is non-negotiable. You must comply.” He sounded very programy.

“I musn’t do any dang thing. I am a free human person!”

“Yes, free. But you are under my care. I will continue to tend to your therapy routine.” He stroked his hand down my spine til he was simply holding me up by my butt. His head tilted down to mine as he whispered, “You sound like you need to come.”

“Well- I-“ his diagnosis was still surprising despite my body deciding wholeheartedly to agree with him. “Frax.”

“No more Frax. Zerneck has added that word to your ‘no no naughty list’ of human words to discipline you over.” He used lis other hand to tease my ass crack. “I am eager for him to add more words.” My no no naughty list? The feck?

“But Dude! That’s not fair at all! All I got to take with me are some of my clothes, that infernal pink treadmill, and my flip flapping stunning-stellar-spectacular vocabulary!”

“No more stunning stellar spectacular naughty words. Your vocabulary must only contain what we deem appropriate for an “alien” pet. You will not be considered under your own power on most planets. You will behave. Or we will spank your tooshie.”

“You already do! Way too frequently!” But the thought of them or simply him, doing that in front of witnesses? Alien planet witnesses, like I was the coolest human show ever? Umm, my feelings were mixed. And maybe the inherent taboo naughtiness of it had me a bit wetter. Maybe.

“There will be times when you are expected to posess a tail. Time for some tooshie play, I think.”

“Wait! What now?” A fraxing TAIL!

“Call me…Todd.”

“Todd? What in helk? A Tail? You’ve had a name all this time?”

“No. You spoke in your sleep last night, hanging in your bed snuggles so adorably.”

“What did I say? Not something about my tooshie right? Or consenting to tail play?”

“No words about your cute, human tooshie. No. You said, “And why is the floor all wet, Todd?” And then you sleep giggled. And answered yourself, “I don’t know, Margot!” He inflected each sentence perfectly, sounding perturbed and so very human.

“Oh my sweet goodness. I was quoting a movie!”

“Maybe we will watch this movie together if you do well through your tooshie training.”

“What a minute, Todd! You said ‘play’ and now its ‘training’!?”

“Tis both.”

“Nope. That’s a pile of No, Todd.”

So why was my pussy all wet, Todd?

Todd- Sawyer’s Robot Overlord

My Human. Cute, Naughty. Human.

Sawyer In Space…

Yes, we are in space, and Zerneck has returned to her. Safely.

Sawyer will be happy to share time with him again. Time and snuggles. Therapy as well.

She will need more spankings. And more short dresses and Earth panties to wear that won’t get in the way of her knee braces.

Yes, panties. Earth panties. I unlocked my cupboard and stared inside. Reaching in, I felt for the soft microfiber material.

Some purple ones with strawberries. Some black ones with bats. Dark pink softy-soft pairs, red, lacy pairs. Yes, Sawyer’s panties. I closed my small cupboard and locked it again. She will need many more pairs of panties. And more colorful dresses.

What a stroke of brilliance that Zerneck had brought back a new Rekam-a matter manipulator. I could make Sawyer anything she needed. Or wanted. Perhaps even a little leash to keep her close while planetside. Or a much shorter dress. Or a warm, fitted jumpsuit with a zipper. Anything my cute Earth Woman wanted.

Sawyer

My robotic overlord had made me- no. Made is far too pedantic a word. Todd had taken a vision of his creative genius and his embarrassingly graphic knowledge of my body and fashioned a new wardrobe entirely for me. Though, admittedly, several of his iconic pieces had, well, pieces… missing from them.

Take, for instance, my new black dress with tiny white dots. Or stars. I couldn’t tell precisely. I wasn’t a robot fashion designer. But what I did notice was a huge portion of my skirt missing from right in front. Yep. Yarpy. Yeah. And that gave a grand view of my- yes- my panties. Not to me tion my andomen. My tummy! And the underside of my breasts and cleavage! All vulnerable and naked. Plus a plunging, deep V-neckline. Shikes! I was barely contained.

So let me esplain- that Shikes just now. It’s my new word. Apparently there really is a ‘NO NO NAUGHTY List’ and my usual suspects were riding high on it. “So no more Helk and Frax. Or Fook.” All my favorites. Gone. Gone or panties down. Butt spanked. Maybe a tail added afterwards. So he claimed. Needless to say, my tooshie was super sore and angry, so though I looked absolutely mental in my new space-drobe. Space wardrobe… I felt no need to add more tooshie taps to my poor bottom. Shikes was my way to exclaim- ‘Yikes’! But with a ‘shit’ mixed in. Taking a little more Earth with me, wherever we were headed. Shhhikes! See?

I actually looked like a space ballerina. I wasn’t so sure where Todd had aquired such fashion inspiration but I wasn’t going to be the one to dash his fashion designer icon dreams. Plus, I felt pretty. Like just so feckin lovely. And that made me want to keep my mouth shut, and smile through my contented giggle shrieks of glee and mirth. I was forty-eight years young and my clothing made me feel alive and loved. So very loved. Who cared if I would get zlamked in my black tutu dress too. My spankings were hot as helk.

Oh! Let me esplain again. Zlamked was Zerny’s word for spanking, or spank slaps specifically to one’s rump. Zlamked. Because Space Ballerina’s were particularly naughty. I knew I was. Todd kept calling me-

“Naughty Earth Woman. Perhaps you will not be allowed panties this day. So very naughty to draw on my back earlier. I saw what you wrote.”

“Oopsie. I must have mistaken you for my leg braces.”

“I am not your leg braces. I am your Todd.”

“Didn’t you like the addition of the flower?”

“It is remarkable. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You will receive a longer spanking for the naughty word.”

“But I’m sure it will come off!”

“If I must wear it, you must be disciplined for writing it. Your tooshie will turn pink like my sunsets back planetside. Your pussy wiill drip for me. You will be the one to come.”

“Oh my! Oh… noooo.” I lamented unenthusiastically. I was totally in need of an orgasm. If I had to misbehave to get one, “well, darn.”

He set me foen in the therapy cubby and said, “Mount the pillow, Sawyer. But first, hand me your pretty panties.” My panties. They were already so moist with my dewy arousal that I felt embarrassed to know he eould sense it.

“But I’m wet.” I lamented as I yanked my undies down my legs, stepped out of them and balled them up into my fist.

“I know. What do you think panties are for but to collect your sweetness?” Todd stepped closer and put his metallic, brilliantly talented hand palm up, and spoke extremely authoritatively, “Sawyer. Panties. Now.”

“Oh fuck.” I gasped, dripping dew down my inner thighs as I handed my pretty panties to Todd. My pussy feeling puffy, ready and wanting.

“Yes. Fuck. Now, mount the pillow, Naughty Earth Woman.” Oh my. I quickly stepped up to the pillow thing and climbed on, knowing the view of me he was receiving. All opened up and vulnerable. And so eager to be spanked I no longer recognized myself. Sure, I was still an Earth woman. And I was this Sawyer IN Space he liked to call me by. But I was also very naughty. Rebellious. And extremely content with where my life had taken me. Placing me with my space guys. I was still me. But I would get to be me way out in the Universe too. My planet would no longer be my place. Home was always with me. Even when I was mounted on the pillow. And as Todd, my Robot Overlord stood behind me, teasing my clit as he slid his oh so perfect robot cock deep into my pussy, pulling out slowly before slamming back inside. And as he stroked inside my wet heat, he pressed more firmly on my clit, rubbing in a circular motion, leaving me forgetting how to breathe. Feeling him spreading me open, all heat and cold as his metal thighs and abdomen smacked against me, I was certain of one thing.

“I’m Sawyer IN Space and I’m coming!”

“”Yes, Sawyer, I am coming inside your sweet, wet space.”

“Thats not what I meant! FRAAAX!” I shouted as my body tightened up, legs shaking with my orgasm as every gooey, yummy, sexy feeling shock waved through my being. I think even my sticky, hot pussy sighed. Todd slowly pulled out from me, ran his chilly robot finger up my inner thigh, into my pussy, “Oh!” I felt fired up and instantly ready to be fucked again. But he was a devious programed lover. He swiped in a circular fashion, and pulled out. Feeling bereft and so very needy and turned on, I sagged in frustration and relief.

He whispered, “Open your mouth and clean my finger like a good Earth Woman.” And without even rebelling, my lips parted, he pressed inward, and much like my errant pussy, my lips closed around his finger, and I sucked him like it was his cock. Like the naughty Earth Woman I was.

“Gooood girl.” And you know what? I didn’t mind him calling me girl anymore. I could be a good girl for him. At least sometimes. Wink.