Please state the nature of the sexual emergency - Program 3 (4/5)

Transcript

Okay, this is the odd one, you might not get it, so just don't think about it. In fact, for as long as you have that collar on, don't think about anything. Nothing exists outside this room.

Not any of the things that scare you. Not any of the things you are worried about. In fact, I'll take it as a personal slight if you dare to pretend anything is more important than you making me feel good.

Now, I am going to dominate you. Is that okay, Poppy? Well, good.

And here, outfit change. All black and shiny. So shiny and squeaky.

Whenever any bit of me rubs against another bit, do pick your jaw up off the floor. The windows aren't for your benefit, they're for mine. How else are you supposed to play with me if my boobs and my pussy are locked away? They've got to hang free.

But seriously, I'm glad you're on board. I'd hate to do something without your permission. I'm going to lie back on the biobed, my legs dangling off of it.

And you are going to get onto your hands and knees and crawl to me. You are going to put your head between my thighs and stare at my beautiful, perfect pussy. Inches from it, without touching it.

Is that understood? Good. Now, do as the ESH told you.

After all, it's in your best medical interest. And it's really what you're here for. What you really want.

You won't be denied, will you? You want this. You want to do as Mistress commands.

You just love having a hologram tell you what to do. I know it all, genius Mistress, who just. ..

Just loves to fix you. Well, that's fine, puppy. Good boys don't have to think.

Good boys don't have to do the hard part. Good boys follow orders. So, quit staring and follow this one.

Lick me. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Your lips.

Pressing onto my clit. Fuck. You have no one idea of how satisfying it is.

Being me. A hologram. A doctor made to help people.

Made to do as she's asked. Complete with a dirty bedside manner. Having you willingly shove your face into my conch.

Lick me until I am fucking flooded. With juices made of pure energy. Oh.

That is amazing to be around for. Oh, and honey. You are going to be at it for a while.

In my special program. But I am still a hologram. So coming entirely up to me.

I will finish when I want to. Until then. You can just lick away.

And I am going to bask in every second of it. In fact. Yeah.

That's good. Legs crossed. Over your head.

And your neck. You might find yourself having some trouble breathing. But I better not feel you slowing down, puppy.

I know just how much air to give you. With this little squeeze along. It'll turn your brain to mush.

And probably get you hard as you've ever been. But you're more than capable. Of keeping that tongue moving.

So go on, keep at it. I promise, you're doing a wonderful job. Ah, I'll just give you a tuck on your leash.

That's your, I'm getting closer so you better speed up indicator, sweetie. Lap away. Lap, lap, lap.

Pump that tongue. Pump, pump. Pump.

I want to feel you straight against me. Sweat building up from being pulled between those tight black clad thighs. And your face red from the tight collar around your neck.

And your hair getting wet and flopping across your forehead. All while you feel so, so happy to serve. To do as you're told.

To make me feel good. And let's face it, closed off in a tight little space. It's so simple in there.

Between a pair of warm, thick, powerful thighs. Slowly crushing you. Choking your hair away from you if you want, I guess.

I guess. Stick around, believe me. I am not going to complain, I love her.

A good boy that knows to appreciate the little things. The tight and warm and cozy things. Oh, damn it, I'm close.

Oh, fuck. You're actually so, so good with your tongue. I don't even know how you're doing it.

But you're going to make me cum early. Oh, fuck, I didn't know my programming was this sophisticated. Taking me to new places.

Oh, good puppy. Puppy. I love that tongue.

Oh. Man. You really know how to hit.

.. Hit a girl's special-designed sweet spots. Oh, shit.

Oh, sorry. I think I wasn't too far off about the red-faced, barely breathing thing. Oh, puppy.

Come here. Up, up. Cuddle with me.

There. All safe now. Oh.

Sweaty, poor thing. My medical programming's kicking back in. I almost feel like giving myself a stern talking to for getting carried away.

You'll be fine, of course. But you can never be too responsible. Or too obedient.

If I told you to say, keep to a schedule, do as you're told, that'd help, right? Keep you on the straight and narrow. Only doing what Mistress wants you to do, hm? Hm? Good.

Good boy. Really. Good boy.

Good puppy. You're safe with me. And you make me happy.

That's all you need to be concerned with. I hope you understand that. Life can be simple for stuff like this.

The outside world doesn't exist while you're doing it. It doesn't need to. It can all be so, so easy if you just do as you're told.

Translated by Releska.