Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Briar
I’m so confused. I just watched Aefre’s girlfriend come over and have sex with him after he woke me up in the middle of the night and touched my whole body.
And what’s even more strange, or erotic if I’m being honest, is that he kept looking at me the entire time he was having sex with her.
I mean, I’m thrilled that none of the men here have tried to rape me. However, I’m not excited by the way they’re touching me and then leaving me aroused without giving me any release.
This is the longest edging of my life. And I’m beginning to wonder if it’s possible to die from lack of an orgasm?
And now I have the sensual visuals of Aefre and his girlfriend to play over and over again in my mind. It’s amazing how real life seems without a phone to scroll or television to watch. Every interaction I have, I think about it, and review it in my mind’s eye for entertainment over and over again. I don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about Gabriel tonight and replayed our few interactions.
And now I have a detailed memory of alien sex to think about. It didn’t look unlike human sex, except for while Aefre’s girlfriend was riding him, he had her long nipple jewelry in his mouth, guiding her movements like a horse and a rider.
While I watched, I pinched my own nipple jewelry, wishing he was doing that to me. However, I just tortured myself more because this chastity belt device won’t allow me to orgasm. Not that I’ve ever orgasmed from touching my nipples, but given what I was just watching, I thought it was certainly a possibility. And I got so close, but it only ended in erotic agony because this chastity belt won’t let me orgasm.
When his girlfriend left, Aefre looked at me again and said something. It might have been as simple as ‘goodnight’ but in my fantasy, he said, ‘You’re mine tomorrow if you’re a good girl.’
Now, as I lay in the darkness, it occurs to me that pets on Earth must watch their owners have sex all the time, so why would this be any different?
It’s different because I wanted to be her. I wanted him to have my silver nipple jewelry in his mouth and have him whip me with the silver strands until I rode him until completion. Then, I wanted to lick the excess semen off his hairless grey body around his alien dick that’s surprisingly ridged, the only real difference I’ve seen in his anatomy from that of a human. That and he and the woman had no body hair. And I don’t think people’s pets on Earth watch their master’s having sex and think, ‘I’m next.’
I close my eyes and will myself to have such erotic dreams that if I’m lucky, I’ll orgasm in sleep.
Aefre wakes me by caressing my back. I turn, open my eyes and legs wide for him. He runs his hands over my lower abdomen and then releases the chastity device. When the cold air hits my sex I moan. I lift my hips up to him, but he’s already walked away putting the device back where it came from. All he says is, “Bathroom.”
“Bathruum,” I repeat the word back as I sit up.
“Correct,” he says and then points the way.
I go directly to the toilet and he tells me the word for tail again. Even though I don’t need to make sure my tail goes up when I use the toilet, it happens naturally I do grab it and make sure it’s out of the way just in case.
I make eye contact with him. I wonder what he’s thinking. He’s naked and the visions of his girlfriend on top of him last night run through my mind. I’m naked now too. The chastity device is off.
I pee and then try to get up.
Aefre shakes his head and says something I don’t understand. But then he motions to his ring. I don’t want him to force me to empty myself entirely again. That was painful.
So I force out poo while he watches.
When he’s content with my toilet activities, he brushes my teeth for me with a laser. Apparently human pets are not skilled enough to manage this by ourselves. But I don’t mind, he’s standing behind me and his muscular body against mine feels good. And I relax against him hoping that after this he’ll allow me to orgasm.
But the next thing he does is brush my pubic hair. I suppose it is long enough to brush, but it’s odd. I watch as he runs a small brush through my hair between my legs and I realize suddenly that if he continues this, I will orgasm.
However, he must have noticed this too so he says something I don’t understand then stops brushing. Damn. So close.
After we are both finished in the bathroom, I follow Aefre into his walk-in closet. The space feels more like a showroom than a closet, sleek but dimly lit like the rest of the ship. The walls are lined with racks of clothing, each piece hung with meticulous precision. There are shelves stacked with items I don’t recognize and drawers that hold who-knows-what. It’s an unsettling mix of luxury and alien practicality.
Aefre dresses himself in a nondescript tunic and trousers similar to what he always wears and then he moves with his usual methodical steps looking for something else. I’m assuming it’s something for me. His green eyes scan the options in front of him, as though choosing the perfect outfit is some grand decision. The only hint that he’s pleased with whatever plan he has for today is that he’s tapping his finger on his thigh.
I glance at the clothing in what I would call the ‘human pet section’ of his wardrobe. Most of it isn’t clothing, not really. The pieces look more like costumes—tight, shiny, elaborate, and impractical. Pieces designed to accentuate and to display.
Aefre finally pulls something off the rack, holding it up for a moment as he inspects it. It’s small and shimmers faintly under the soft light. I catch glimpses of straps and what looks like metallic accents.
Whatever this is, it’s different from what I wore on the obstacle course yesterday. That was somewhat functional, meant for running and climbing and falling, minus a bra and underwear. This... isn’t. It’s something different.
“For you, Ash,” he says, and doesn’t look at me as he sets the outfit down. Then moving to another section of the closet, he selects a pair of black booties—small, soft-looking things, nothing I could run in. He sets them next to the outfit, then turns to me. “Come,” he says.
My heart pounding as he dresses me. I’m hoping he will touch me between my legs so I can orgasm. I purposely move so that the fabric briefly touches my clit, but it’s not nearly enough.
Aefre’s fingers move without any sexual intent. They’re soft and controlled as he finds my nipples and lines up two small holes in the outfit. Then he does the same for my vulva, exploding with pubic hair, and my stupid tail. Next he puts fitted silver suspenders on me that go between my legs and accentuate my breasts with a hook or something at the back. It’s like I’m going to be attached to something. There’s no mirror in here but I imagine I look like some kind of Shein Barbarella with my boobs and dyed pink pussy exposed.
This can’t be good , I think as he finally attaches my leash and leads me to the pet center for breakfast.