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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55028 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The missions had yet to renew since Shepard fell for Samara’s simple ruse, that’s most complicated component involved rearranging the predictable woman’s locker. Each morning the human awoke wrapped around her asari owner; the first up teasing the other into consciousness. Once they dragged away from the bed they ate, exercised and bathed. The thorough showers were often as tiring as the workouts. The afternoons then lazed by with little accomplished. Not long after dinner they’d head back to bed to exhaust themselves in order to start the cycle anew. The impromptu vacation became something of a honeymoon for the two.
Near a week in the collared human sat in the den’s plush armchair hard at work power-leveling her dwarven templar. For the past half hour she had heard rummaging from the far end of the lockers near the cockpit. She paid it little mind for if she was needed she’d be called. Nor did she prick an ear when the sounds turned to footsteps approaching or picked her eyes up from her omni-tool when movement passed through her periphery. The clunk of a box on the coffee table only got a flicking glance. It would take a direct question to grab her attention.
“What is this Shepard?” Samara asked as she sat down on the nearby couch.
The game closed immediately, the last auto save only a few minutes ago, and without the distraction she recognized the object. “It’s some of my personal effects from the Normandy, ma’am.”
The matriarch leaned forward to spin the container around so the hand written markings on the other side could be seen. “What does ‘LNT’ stand for?”
A slight blush shaded Shepard’s cheeks. “Late Night Toys.”
“A little old to be playing with toys, aren’t you?” Samara asked rhetorically as she opened the package and fished out an OSD. “What is this for?”
“It allows an omni-tool to control pretty much everything else in there,” she said as she gnawed on her lower lip feeling truly embarrassed for the first time since starting her new life.
“I see.” The programs were quickly installed. “I am not sure I recognize all these items. Perhaps you can educate me… starting with these.”
“Ankle restraints, ma’am,” she identified as they were placed on the table in front of her.
“How do they work?”
Shepard slid her socks off to secure the padded bindings around each ankle.
“These?”
“Wrist restraints, ma’am.” Without requiring a prompt this time, Shepard put them on.
“This?” Rather than handing it directly to the woman, she placed it just out of reach.
“Restraint belt, ma’am.”
Shepard had to get up and stand across the table from her owner in order to reach the next bondage device. As the asari sat back, moving the box to a neighboring cushion, the human pulled her plain t-shirt over her head, revealing unencumbered breasts. Her cotton shorts and panties also had to go before the strip of leather, highlighted by the chrome chains hanging from either hip, could be secured around her waist.
Samara took a moment to appraise the human’s new look before producing the next item. “What about this?”
“K-Y jelly, ma’am.”
“What is its use?”
“It helps uhh…” Shepard tried for the least perverted word, but only thought of, “…insert some of the other things.”
“Let me see if I can find something for you to demonstrate with.” The asari searched for what seemed longer than necessary. “Will these work?”
“No, ma’am. Those are nipple clamps.”
“Oh well, show me how they work anyway.”
Shepard didn’t know why exactly, considering all she had done to and for her owner, but this seemed different. She didn’t usually think that much during sex, but now she had to really consider what she was doing. With everything else she was never the focus; it was either all about Samara or was at most evenly shared. Part of what she liked was being secondary and unnoticed. Even during her little ‘rewards’ she was usually clothed and even then felt ancillary. Never had she felt so exposed or on display; an exhibitionist she was not. What made it even worst was the knowledge of what still lay in store.
Letting the small clips bite into her sensitive nipples heightened her self-consciousness. The first attempt at attaching them proved too painful and required readjustments. Each successive try at clipping them on only increased her performance anxiety. When she finally straightened up with her new adornments in place she noticed a thin, silver chain dangling from Samara’s fingers. She snatched them away, now knowing full well that the asari knew exactly what she was doing. The pair of clamps was easily strung together, so she had to wait a minute for her owner to find the next item.
The asari reached in the box, pretending not to know what would next come out. “How about this one? Will it require the use of the K-Y jelly?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Shepard couldn’t make eye contact as she continued, “That would be a butt plug.”
Helpfully, Samara slid the jar of jelly closer as she handed over the sex toy. After a deep breath through flared nostrils the growingly bound woman unscrewed the lid without picking it up. Then she scoped out a big glob, wanting utter assurance that it would be enough to accomplish the job. She spread the semi-opaque goo over the entire tip and rim, careful to leave the base untouched; she didn’t want anything hampering its removal when the time came. Considering everything a moment, she took a second helping to apply directly to her rear entry.
As the coated fingers headed south, the reclining matriarch interrupted, “It will be a challenge to see what you are doing from this angle.”
“Okay,” Shepard said quietly.
“What’s wrong?” The human’s smaller voice not going unnoticed.
“It’s just kind of embarrassing,” the fidgeting woman responded. “Plus I haven’t actually ever used this thing nor really done anything in that area before.”
“There is no reason to be embarrassed with me. I will not judge you or think any less of you. Just take your time and go at your own pace,” Samara reassured with a smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” her mood elevated, but nerves remained racked over still being watched.
Shepard turned around and bent forward to display herself. Not able to put on much of a show, she reached back to apply the substance just as she would medi-gel to a wound. A shiver ran the length of her spine when the lubricant first touched her sphincter. With more care than needed she smoothed a coating all around before holding her breath to push a single finger inside up to the second knuckle. She pumped it in and out a few times then added another uncomfortable digit to stretch herself out.
At first she tried with just one hand to insert the plug, but quickly learned she required the other to properly line it up. Her face contorted with effort and focus. Involuntary grunts accompanied every movement she made. After a couple false starts, the tip pushed passed the ring of muscles. Then she steeled herself to force the object inside her with one concentrated thrust, making sure to stop when the base touch her rear.
Mission accomplished she awkwardly stood up and turned around. Facing her owner, Shepard shifted her weight and squirmed like she would trying to work out a wedgie. The sensation of having something lodged up her rectum wasn’t quite as bad as she thought, but was still supremely weird and uncomfortable. Once she had settled she gave a slight nod to communicate she could continue.
Samara next plucked an egg from the box, honestly not having a clue as to its use. “This one?”
“It’s a vibrator, ma’am.” Shepard answered still wiggling her hips.
“I guess this one will have to wait for later,” the asari said with a hint of disappointment.
“Actually,” the woman interrupted wanting to do anything to please her owner, though hesitant over the inevitable outcome. “There is a mount in there to attach it to the plug and anchor it in place.”
With an amused grin Samara’s hand darted into the box and pulled out the only thing she didn’t recognize. She handed both devices over and watch with peaked interest as the human began fiddling. The crescent shaped plastic had a short fin on its inside, which lightly attached to the vibrator. Then she inserted the egg into her pussy. Careful to line everything up Shepard pressed a small button that unified all three toys into one, adding a black codpiece to her BDSM outfit.
Again she nervously informed, “There is a command under the ‘mount’ directory that will make sure everything stays in place.”
The matriarch immediately put the new information to use. It took several seconds and as many button presses, but soon the two internal objects slightly expanded and a light suction took hold of the human’s nethers. Watching the flinches and twitches as the devices firmed their positions proved quite entertaining for the asari. So she waited for stillness before moving on.
“Why are there loose lengths of chain?” Samara asked as she pulled one out.
“The directory labeled ‘restraints’ will explain better than I could.”
So the matriarch’s attention returned to the floating, holographic screen a moment. Each sentence read increased the smile across violet lips. She tossed the low gauge chain at Shepard’s feet then selected a command from the list. Either end jumped to connect to a different ankle restraints to hobble the woman. Another selection caused the links dangling from the belt to attach to the wrist shackles. With that her human was fully bound.
“What is this?” Samara asked as she pulled a long, leather strip taut between her balled hands.
“A leash, ma’am.” Shepard’s smile returned.
Seeing as she was the only one able to raise her arms higher than her navel, the matriarch stood and approached the entirely subdued human. A brief moment’s planning made her move the late-night, toy box to the coffee table while still within reach. Their eyes locked as she clipped an end on to the collar. She then decided to give a quick test and wound it around her fist to give a sharp tug.
Tipped by the directory list, Samara asked, “Which of these can be attached to the mount?”
Shepard peered down into the box and answered, “The black one, ma’am.”
The asari grabbed the mentioned dildo. She brought it up to eye level to study before pointing it at the woman. Without needing to give an order, lips parted and she slipped the faux dick into Shepard’s mouth. Lazily she pressed it in until encountering the most minor of resistance before pulling it back out. One more soft thrust satisfied her, so she lowered it to attach to the mount; locking it in place with her omni-tool.
Samara then took out an item that gave her pause. “What is this one?”
“It’s a zentai mask, ma’am.”
With some misgivings she prodded the completely featureless hood and asked, “And you will be able to breathe in it?”
“Yes, ma’am. I won’t be able to see or talk and you’ll have to get real close for me to hear you, though.”
The lack of concern from the soon to be wearer slated Samara’s worry and after a chaste kiss slid the mask on to cover everything above the collar. It was remarkable how dehumanizing the single piece of fetish gear was. She gave a cliché wave inches from the confined face as a vision test. Taking a step back she appraised her young pet adorn in well placed bondage items. She gave the nipple chain a tug, eliciting a muffled groan, then one to the mounted dildo, getting a slightly better moan.
Having taken to wearing more casual attire since questioning her status as a Justicar, the matriarch shed her loose robe without needing to sacrifice her hold of the leash. She grabbed one last item from the box to toss over to the bed before returning her attention to the hobbled woman. Circling around behind, away from the protrusion in front, she pressed her bare body to Shepard’s. Her free hand drifted down to take a healthy hold of a firm buttock. Her research into human culture gave her clues into how to properly use it, but that could wait, she had other designs at the moment.
Samara took the slack from the leash until her fingers were a scant three inches from her human’s collar. As much to savoir the act of domination as to prevent a tumble she took her time to the bed. Once on the mattress she used a raised hand to stop Shepard from following. She crawled further in, giving length back to the cord so she could find her preferred spot before allowing the woman on.
A subdued tug got Shepard to follow onto the bed. Knee-walking forward, she used the limited reach of her hands to seek any part of the asari. Unable to see, she proceeded with extremely cautious, which didn’t bother her owner as she leaned back to enjoy the view, using it as inspiration to warm herself up. After a minute of blind searching with only her finger tips she felt a delicately scaled shin. She followed her discovery up to the softer thigh. Once she found her way close enough a firm grip took hold of the fake dick attached to her pelvis to guide it to the proper place.
The phallus sunk in with a slow, delightful thrust until it could go no further. Limited in options, Shepard’s hands slipped around the thigh on either side of her. Propped on the pile of pillows that had become near a permanent fixture, Samara put an arm behind her head as she settled into the most pleasing position she could find. A slight tug to the leash and the woman’s hips began to work; finding an easy pace in short order.
The hooded head hung submissively. The woman could only use her sense of touch to know where to go and her barely effective hearing to deduce from the sounds the matriarch made how well she was doing. The odd sensation of having the plug and egg within her was forgotten as all that mattered was pleasuring her owner. The clamp on each nipple also went by the weigh side until a jerk to the chain connecting them reminded her; sending a sharp pain through her, but barely affected her rhythm.
After many minutes of leisurely coitus Samara felt the need to elevate things. She pulled the leash of the human reduced to little more than a sex toy. The bound form collapsed onto her body, the mask pressing to her shoulder. With this new position Shepard found greater confidence in her motions and increased speed, humping away like a dog against a leg. The matriarch wrapped her arms around the one pleasuring her, cradling the hooded head with both hands.
When the next plateau was reached the asari tightened her grip and rolled them both over. Once on top she took control of the ferocity of their union. Her hips bounced vigorously on the woman reduced even further to that of the mounting base for the dildo she was using. The only concern in her millennial old mind her own nearing climax, keeping that mind to herself this time. Without melding an asari couldn’t reach the absolute summit of orgasms, but then again neither could a human; the only difference was that the ancient race could initiate the joining. Still the alien rode her trapped pet at a feverous pace until warmth and joy washed away the galaxy.
Shepard could do little as the matriarch took her pleasure. The bindings holding her wrists gave enough so she could grope straining thighs, but she couldn’t feel much more. The only other skin she touched was the bits of her hips that stayed in contact for a fraction of a second on the down stroke. None of her remaining senses could give her a clear picture of what was happening either. Just the sounds of slapping flesh could penetrate the hood, and just barely. Her only clue that her asari owner had reached her blissful conclusion was the sudden slowing of the pounding against her.
As Samara lagged into gentle rocking she fell forward, not even noticing the clamps Shepard wore poking her breasts. Applying greater pressure than normal to compensate for the nylon barrier she placed kisses all over the covered face, as she grinded out the trailing end of her orgasm before going completely limp.
After having recovered enough, Samara dismounted and surveyed the woman drenched in more of the asari’s sweat than her own. She then opened her omni-tool to release the two sets of shackles and then retrieved the yet to be utilized restraint. With a few deft movements she placed everything, including Shepard, where she desired. Another a few commands the human’s wrists locked together then to one end of the former hobbling chain. The link at the other end magnetized to the wall. Finally, the unused item from the box, a spreader bar, attached to the ankles.
The matriarch in charge bent in close, “Can you hear me, Shepard?”
She could only nod in response.
“I have thoroughly enjoyed myself and wish to ‘return the favor’ as you humans say.” Samara gently petted well-defined abs that tensed under her touch.
The hand playing around Shepard’s navel trailed up between her breasts and over to lightly tweak the small device biting her nipple. She desperately wanted to beg her owner for more.
“I really wish I could,” the asari huskily whispered directly into the covered ear. “However, I cannot forget your little stunt the other day.”
The human’s entire body went ridged in fear.
“Although, you have been such an obedient pet up until that incident. So you have earned some leniency and I will forgo punishing you this time.”
Hope sprung.
“But, I believe you still need some time to meditate on the error of your ways.”
Samara placed a strong kiss on covered lips before pulling away. Leaving the completely bound woman behind she fetched her discarded clothing before adjourned to the cockpit to begin searching for a new mission. About half way across the den she paused, as if a thought had just struck her, and opened her omni-tool to enter a last command. She heard a surprised, muffled grunt from the bed as the vibrator and butt plug started humming.
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