Dawn's Tale, Chapter Six:
We finally arrived at Homeworld, and Mistress told me we'd go down after she
finished some crew evaluations. A few days later I was in one of the lounges
near the shuttle bays with Mistress, watching the tiny distant objects I knew
were shuttles move up from the green planet below while Mistress manipulated my
slit with her long fingers. Several shuttles had already docked, and we were
waiting on our turn to go down.
For once, Mistress wore only a bit more clothes than me！ her athletic torso was
completely bare, and all she wore were long black vinyl boots that came to above
her knees and gloves she'd bought on Earth. With the shiny boots, she towered
over me even more than usual, and danglely rings hung from her nipples and naked
nether lips. As I learned later, Earth fashions were very popular with
Eridani's, although not always worn in traditional ways, and Earth's fashion
industry would thrive, and export fashions in great numbers. That morning, I'd
helped apply rouge to both her checks and breasts, tastefully applied pale
lipstick was on both her sets of lips. Her naked torso shimmered with perfumed
oil I myself had applied. I of course wore nothing but my collar and the rosy
glow from having been fucked several times that morning.
Finally she pulled her hand from my slit, wiped it off on my belly, and took my
hand telling me "OK, it's time for us to visit home." We walked to the airlock,
and as it opened, I got a sudden new shock. Standing there, in a full uniform,
was the Eridani I'd gone out on a 'date' with. Mistress just grinned and said
"Hello Commander! Welcome aboard, We'll see you in two weeks!" After greeting
Mistress, he turned to me saying: "I know you! You're the shy little Earth girl
I met before!" The thing that shocked me was not so much that someone who'd
seen me back on Earth, now saw me naked as that he wore a uniform while Mistress
was essentially nude with the only sign of her uniform was the Comm badge
dangling from her nipple ring. I shrugged it off though, they paid no attention
to the differences in their attire.
He reached his hand out, cupped my pussy and ran his thumb over my swollen clit,
while he talked with Mistress. I stood there, flushed and panting, speechless as
he stimulated me; almost embarrassed that the same man that had tenderly petted
me on the head on Earth now casually masturbated me. They talked about me; the
commander telling Mistress about his date with me before I'd been stripped and
conditioned. Through the throes of my passion, I heard him tell Mistress！ "She
appears more confident and sure about herself now！ before she obviously wasn't
happy with her life". Mistress smiled and said "Yes, Dawn needs a dominant hand
to reassure her". He was the first person I'd met as a new drone who'd known
me before！ I thought it would have very traumatic for me, but I hardly gave it
a thought.
They turned their talk to other things: Mistress told him, "We're on our way
planetside for two weeks leave！two weeks without that damn uniform on!" She
wiggled as she said the last of that sentence, making her jewelry jingle. He
flirted back！ "Yes! I can see, you look as good as when you where 40! Maybe
I'll get a few days free to come down and join you！ especially since you've got
this naked little sex toy with you..."
I blushed at that comment, but it was true. I squirmed seductively against his
hand. While they talked about the Commander being assigned to our ship, and what
he had to do before he could take a day off, my thoughts turned to matchmaking.
My mind twirled in ways it hadn't before, coming up hot ways, mostly involving
my body, to get the Commander with Mistress. The idea of him being my new Master
appealed to me. I remembered that he'd told me he was widowed, and I liked
him！a lot, I have this sense about people now.
Before I knew it, Mistress said our shuttle was ready and we had to go. Smiling,
the commander said he hoped he'd see us on planet soon as he pulled and massaged
my exposed clit, making me gasp breathlessly. I responded by rubbing my check (
the one on my face!) against his arm. As we walked to the shuttle, he said at
the very least, he'd see us in our quarters when we got back. We got into a
shuttle not quite as big as the one I'd traveled down to the water world in.
Only the two of us were going down this time, and Mistress let me sit in a chair
this time.
As I curled up in the seat！ its fabric sliding across my bare bottom, I saw the
planet appear through the slowly opening bay doors. From here it looked like
pictures of Earth from space I'd seen. I saw glimpses of the surface under great
masses of clouds swirling all around. The surface seemed greener than the blue
of Earth, and I thought there was more cloud cover. As Mistress piloted the
shuttle out, and the planet got closer, I realized that most of the planet was
covered with at least a thin layer of clouds. The clouds did not completely
cover the planet, but it definitely was covered with haze.
As Mistress started the shuttle towards the planet, she pointed to the horizon
and told me "There is our sun coming up". She said it was a yellow sun like Sol
but not as big or bright. Despite that, the planet was closer to its sun, and
thus was always hot, humid and cloudy. She said it was a greenhouse planet,
although not nearly as severe as Venus. She confirmed my suspicions and said the
sky was always at least covered with a haze, and great masses of clouds and
storms were common. Rain was very common, but usually come as a misty rain, and
huge downpours rarely.
She told me the heat and weather were the main reasons they did not have
hang-ups about clothes. The temperature was often above 100 degrees and rarely
below 85 with high humidity. The planet didn't have the large oceans of Earth,
mostly some small seas, but did have large swampy areas. The environment made
even scant clothing uncomfortable, and most was worn only for job requirements.
Otherwise, clothing was only viewed as decoration, and as few garments as
possible were worn. Even Eridani's in the Navy like Mistress often wore only
harnesses like I used in wet environments！with or without shorts depending on
the situation.
Finally Mistress landed the shuttle outside a sprawling city she said was the
capital. As the rear door swung open, the heat and humidity hit me, even our
talk didn't prepare me for how hot it was. As we walked out and towards a
building Mistress said was the Import Processing Center, the hot humid air was
uncomfortable even to my naked skin. As her skin started to glisten even more
with the sweat now pouring from her, Mistress sighed and seemed to actually
enjoy the unbearable heat. I was glad I wore no clothing as even my collar felt
uncomfortable, and sweat rolled down my body and dripped from my breasts and
cleft.
As we strolled along, Mistress explained: You can see why we don't encourage
you to bathe regularly. In this heat, it is useless！ as soon as you've
showered or bathed, you're sweaty again. Bathing here is done to remove actual
dirt from your body, or for therapeutic reasons such as bubble baths, mineral
salts, etc. After eons, we're used to the sweaty smell from a normal healthy
body.
We walked from the landing area through a jungle like garden to the building. As
I adjusted to the weather, I began to like it. It felt like a sauna and somehow
invigorated me. We came to the door, and I saw two native drones sitting
obediently waiting for their master. They were male and female, and sat kneeling
on their haunches, their arms in front of them with their hands on the ground
supporting themselves. They held their heads high, panting as their nude bodies
glimmered with sweat. They didn't look quite like me, almost oriental, despite
our similarities, I could tell eons of change separated us. They were slim, and
lacked the fat on my body.
As Mistress approached them, I saw their aroused and dripping genitals when they
shifted their bodies, and bowed their heads to lick her hand. I expected to hear
them speak, although obviously not in English, when Mistress talked to them,
asking if they were good drones. Instead, they sort of meowed as they reached
their tongues towards Mistress's thighs and cleft. Seeing my startled
expression, Mistress said most of the drones here speak only a tongue she called
｀Dronespeak', an animallike language very suited for communicating basic needs
and wants, but not as much so for advanced concepts. Most of them are uneducated
and schooling is unnecessary; instead they are taught by repetition and
emulation. As I well knew, they could communicate very well without saying a
word. She said full speech is not required for most of them, the ability to
follow orders is all that is required. She added that I was very valuable if
sold because not only could I talk but I could read as well！with study I might
even master Eridani.
Leaving the two drones behind, we walked through the door and into a large open
area. Behind a counter on the far side sat a bored Eridani male. He wore a short
sleeved uniform and looked about as happy as a DMV employee. As we approached
the counter, Mistress stopped me at a floor to ceiling pedestal in the middle of
the room. It had an electronic panel with writing on it, and Mistress touched a
key to translate it into something I could read. A quiver went through me as I
read it:
Notice for all Visitors Importing Drones or other Pets
All animals that apply to statute 14342 (Drones, other pets, etc.) MUST be
registered with the Import Bureau and have the proper paperwork completed and
approved. Registration fees apply, and be aware fines will be issued if said
animal or its owner violates any of these statutes applying to Drones. It is
your responsibility to ensure your Drone meets and obeys all statutes and laws
of the Eridani Homeworld.
Compliance with the following statues must be obeyed at all times to avoid
fines:
As stated in the laws regarding Drone ownership and transfer, the animal only
has the rights of a drone. Its owner is ultimately responsible for both its
well-being and actions.
Drones must remain unclothed at all times. Body decoration is allowed, but
genitals, anus, and breasts must be exposed, it may wear no clothing except
collars or harnesses. Likewise ensure that collars or other jewelry are not worn
in a way that they might get hung up on objects or shrubbery as the Drone moves.
Leashes are not required Planetwide, however please pay attention to posted
signs in certain areas.
Exercise of bodily functions in outside garden areas by Drones is acceptable,
however please refrain functions on walkways and streets except for provided
drains. Drones used to pull carts or carriages must be plugged or fitted with
bags to catch solid wastes or trained to hold such wastes.
Despite Rule One, complete Obedience is expected at all times, any Eridani
citizen can discipline any drone for any reason at any time. Unruly Drones will
be required to attend obedience training. You are encouraged to sign up all
imported Drones for training.
After I'd had a chance to read the sign, Mistress walked me on to the counter
with a hand on my butt cheek. The clerk behind the counter scowled as we
approached, he didn't look like the Eridani's I'd met on Earth and on the Ship.
He seemed crude and lower class, like a low-rent motel clerk. I guess some
things stay the same even if you're in an advanced society capable of rapid
travel between stars. I mean it did take them 25,000 years, actually more if you
counted all the other times they were in space, to finally find a way to travel
faster than light. From what Mistress tells me, guys like this had to stay home
and run things while the smart ones traipsed around the stars, living one year
while everyone else lived three or four. She said something I didn't understand
about starfarers living longer effectively due to relativistic effects.
When Mistress stopped at the counter, he said in a surly voice, "Yes? You are
Importing a Drone?" With a knowing look to me, Mistress said "Yes, We will be on
planet two weeks. Her paperwork was forwarded and processed several weeks ago."
He looked back with a expression that said why are you bothering me? He motioned
for Mistress to direct me to an exam table near the end of the counter, and
said, "Have the animal get up on the table."
I jumped at his choice of words. The Eridani's on ship obviously considered me
less evolved than themselves, but then they didn't treat me with complete
disdain. I know I can't compare, but I'm not just a dumb animal either. I'd
already started to think of myself as an animal, but it was quite another to
hear myself referred to as such by some crude clerk. This guy seemed to think no
more of me than he would of a horse. For some strange reason, my assessment of
how he thought of me didn't bother me too much. Walking down to the table and
motioning to it again, he asked, "Can it understand me?"
That remark puzzled me, but Mistress told him "Yes, if you have your translator
on. She can understand speech, but has not mastered Eridani yet." Frowning again
and reaching under the table for something, he replied "A translator will have
to be worn on its collar. Some citizens do not wear translators themselves. It
will also help her learn to understand Eridani. Unfortunately, it is designed
for native drones and will inhibit higher speech capabilities. That's just as
well, she probably needs practice using nonverbal communication."
Mistress took the device and clipped it onto my collar, and slapped my butt to
hurry me up onto the table. I tried to tell her I was going, but sort of a meow
came out instead. As I lay down, I noticed my hearing had gotten weird！ I heard
their words in English, and in Eridani at the same time. I obediently lay there
while they talked. When I thought to myself, I realized the device played back
my own thoughts in Eridani.
I cooed happily as I lay there on the table waiting. They talked as I waited,
their language translated into English in my brain: "We have her records and
scans in the computer. I just need to do a brief scan to update the records." He
took a hand scanner, and ran it over my body like the doctor had before. He ran
it along my naked limbs, and over my torso. He ran it over my breasts, massaging
them a bit too much for a mere exam. Next he inserted it into my vagina and
anus, again massaging me more than necessary as he probed my body.
I lay there squirming as he finished the scan and then went back to a console.
Without realizing it, I waited to be told I could get down. Already, the
translator was immersing my brain with the Eridani language. The Eridani word
for Drone became irrevocably lodged in my mind. I realized the English
translation was a poor one; the Eridani word was derived from the original name
for the second sentient species on the home world. All in one word, its
definition described the strange symbiotic relationship between the drones and
their masters. It conveyed the dominant Master/ submissive slave relationship
between the two. At the same time, it described how the Eridani's considered
drones to be family pets. Finally, it indicated that we drones are a race,
sentient but not nearly as advanced biologically and therefore shared some of
the traits of mere animals.
After working at the console for a few more minutes, he came back and after
patting my butt cheek told me I could get down off the table. I heard that word
again; I found that thinking of myself as a human or person was rapidly fading,
instead I associated myself with the word for drone more and more. I climbed
down off the table and knelt down next to Mistress while she continued talking
to the clerk.
They talked about the paperwork, still called that although it was all
electronic, as Mistress signed more things. I didn't understand much of what
they said and let it go over my head, confident that Mistress would take care of
me. I did take notice, letting out sort of a quizzical yelp when I heard
Mistress sign my cute butt up for one of those Obedience classes. Hearing my
query, Mistress reached down and stroked my head.
The clerk told her that was all and she was to 'present' me first thing next
morning. She told me it was time to go and pulled me up with a sure hand on the
back of my neck. She walked me back outside, and the two waiting drones meowed
questioningly at us when we came through the door. I knew what they meant, even
without the translator telling me, and meowed back, the translator forcing my
vocal chords. I think I would have answered with a meow even if the translator
didn't prevent me from speaking. I began to understand the meowing was more than
just animal noises but a fairly complete language ！ more suited to talking
about basic body functions, eating, sleeping, sex than advanced concepts, but
still a language.
Leaving the Import Building and the two drones, I never knew whom they belonged
to or what they waited for, as we walked down a long avenue to the capital city.
The landscaping and architecture looked similar to Earth！ the road was paved
with natural paving stones, and the sides were spotted with vegetation and
parks. The vegetation was obviously alien and junglelike though, but strangely
like jungle vegetation on Earth. The few buildings and houses we saw all blended
in with the landscape. As we walked, Mistress explained they she'd waited until
now for me to learn Eridani as she had wanted me to learn it here around other
already acclimated drones. The training communicator would pick up on the habits
and communication of the native drones and impose their ways on me as well as
teaching me to hear and speak the Eridani Homo Sapiens Superior tongue.
At the landing site, I had seen very few people！ none in the Import Building,
and only a few off in the distance outside. I saw more and more walking both
directions as we got closer to the city. Their chosen dress struck me more than
anything else about them, otherwise they looked very similar to Eridani's I'd
already met. The drones I saw, both alone and with Masters or Mistresses, were
nude of course and mostly had features like the two at the Import Building. I
saw no vehicles except for airborne ones off in the distance.
The Eridani's caught my eye, very few of them were completely clothed except for
some of those in uniform. I saw Eridani's wearing nothing but jewelry and shoes,
wearing corsets that left their sex bare, high boots with or without gloves;
always some article of clothing or decoration, but almost always at least one
breast or part of genitals were bare. I saw all kinds of Earth fashions worn in
ways nobody on Earth would have ever dared. It shouldn't have startled me; after
all Mistress had been walking next to me all day, her torso naked and breasts,
smooth cleft and ass on display and decorated. I guess it just overwhelmed me to
see so many Eridani's nearly naked after being on a ship where most of the crew
was clothed. I guess since the crew had just left Earth, they were wearing
clothing more than they would have on this hot planet. I think the unspoken rule
of at least one article of clothing for Eridani's helped tell the difference
between Eridani's and Drones.
After not too much further, we entered the city filled with natural but
futuristic looking buildings. As we walked, I noticed that except for the modern
architectural style, most of the buildings seemed to be quite old. The number of
people increased as we continued down the street. Most of them wore as little
clothing as those outside the city. Most of those in service wore uniforms, but
I noticed some servicepeople working outside wore only abbreviated uniforms with
Comm badges with harnesses like mine as necessary.
After passing many shops and stores, we turned down another street, and came to
a modest but large house in the middle of a residential area within the city. We
walked though a stone gate into a neatly kept garden and to an elegant but
functional wood door. Mistress knocked on the door as she pushed me to my knees.
It opened and looking up I saw a bare drone standing in the doorway. She was
obviously from Earth, and had the same Anglo-Saxon features as me. I noticed
details I never would have before！ her blond hair cut short like mine, her body
glistening with sweat, her breasts large and wet with drops of milk, her open,
wet and slick pussy, lips hanging loosely, a tight silver collar encircling a
chubby neck.
As I looked up in awe at this creature, I heard an Eridani woman, who was coming
up behind the Drone, call out in Eridani, "Karen, who is at the Door?" Walking
up beside the drone, the woman looked out the door, and opened her eyes wide,
grinning broadly when she saw Mistress. Looking up at her, the woman was tall,
but not quite so as Mistress, very fit and trim with medium sized breasts and
shoulder length dark hair. She was as naked as the Drone before her; her body
likewise as hairless.
She called out, "Welcome home! Come on in!" Looking down at me she exclaimed,
"Ah! I see you have a new pet!" I bowed my head, grinning bashfully as Mistress
stepped through the door and into the other woman's arms. As they hugged,
Mistress tearfully cried, "I missed you so much, Mother! It's really good to be
back." They talked as they walked towards the back of the house. "Your father is
still off on that archeological expedition, your brother should be off duty late
tonight. Take off your boots and gloves, you can relax in the pool while I
finish supper."
I still knelt there, hesitant to go in, when the drone looked down at me, and
said in English "All right, hurry up! I can't hold the door open all day! If you
need to go, do it on that bush." I thought about it a bit, then discretely
watered the bush, and crawled into the house. I guess I could have gotten up,
but somehow it felt right to stay on my knees. Adjusting to the dimmer light
inside, I noticed two naked drone kids, two or three years old, crawling around
in the corner.
I timidly found an out of the way spot and knelt up, my back arched and breasts
up like I'd seen the two drones at the Import Building do. Looking around I
noticed I was in a great room with a kitchen area at the back. Closing the door,
my companion walked over and lay down on her stomach on some cushions in the
corner. She propped her head and chest up on her elbows, leaving her huge
breasts accessible from the sides. The two kids immediately found them and
started sucking. She cooed happily and crossed her lower legs up over her butt
as they fed.
After five or ten minutes, two naked Eridani children rushed in, one three or
four years old, the other ten or so. They expressed no surprise at me as the
older one went over to the nursing drone and felt the bellies of the two kids.
Apparently deciding one of them was full, he pulled it off her, and let his
younger brother take its place. I gasped as he put it in my arms, and its mouth
found my nipple. I imagined what it would feel like to actually nurse as it
sucked my nipple off my breast searching for nonexistent milk.
As it continued using my breast for a pacifier, pawing me all over with his
hands and feet, the older boy came over to me. He knelt in front of me, and took
my other breast in his mouth. He ran his hands and body all over me as he sucked
me, more like a lover than a baby seeking nourishment. His knee forced my legs
apart, and I began panting and moaning with excitement as his fingers found my
slit and expertly massaged me.
Mistress's Mother came back into the kitchen and smiled when she saw the kids
playing with me on the floor. She retrieved a bottle from a cabinet and walked
over to me. I couldn't help but lick her fingers as the boy's fingers brought me
off again. As I continued kissing her hand, she quickly popped a pill into my
mouth and massaged my chin so I'd swallow. As I wondered what the pill was for,
she said, "There, we might as well put you to work while you're here!" I
swallowed as the boy resumed fondling my breasts and pussy.
After a while, I had three kids crawling over me as the baby slept in his
mother's arms. Mistress came back into the kitchen, her boots and gloves gone,
when supper was just about ready. Dishes of sweet smelling food were placed on
the table, as the two Eridani children were called to supper. Mistress placed
two bowls on the floor and called Karen and myself to hurry up. We raced each
other across the smooth floor for the delicious food. I found out what the pill
had been for, as Mistress kneaded my breasts as I eagerly ate. Before Mistress
sat down with the other three naked Eridanis, she firmly massaged my breasts,
and told me the pill contained hormones and would cause my breasts to give milk.
Quickly finishing my food, I sat up on the floor next to my new friend. As we
sat there like two family dogs, I noticed there were no glasses on the table.
Before I could wonder, a hand pulled up my friend by the neck, and she sighed as
Mistress's Mother took a long suck from her right breast. She was passed to
Mistress who drained the left one as the two Eridani adults talked. "It's a good
thing you brought your new drone. I'm having a party for a few close friends
this weekend. I was about to rent another from the public stock. As productive
as Karen is, she won't have enough milk for the party. Several of my friends are
bringing theirs, but it still wasn't going to be enough."
Karen was passed on to the kids, and Mistress, having finished her meal, pulled
me up to sit arched on her knee. A thrill went through me as the idea of being
used as a living drink vessel went through my mind. Nursing the babies brought
out my maternal instincts, but being used by the adults made me come right there
on Mistress's knee with no more stimulation that the gentle rocking of her leg.
As I rode out my pleasure, I wondered if they had another pill to make me give
chocolate milk!
After her mother complimented me about how hot a drone I was, Mistress slapped
me on my plump ass and told me to get back down onto the floor. They walked back
to the den section of the great room and lay back on cushions to talk. I crawled
back and was content to lie there with a full belly on display while they
talked. They talked about everything from her father's expedition to Mistress's
last tour of duty. I folded my arms in front of me, and tucked my chin on top of
my forearms, looked up at Mistress, and stretched out a bit more when I heard
her talk about me！ how she'd decided to purchase me and how much happier I was
now.
Mistress's Mother explained that she'd just gotten Karen five months ago！
Karen was one of the first humans taken, and she was very lucky to have gotten
her. Karen had been a down on her luck single mother, and the two children were
hers from Earth. The younger one had never worn any clothing except for a
diaper, and both children will be the first Earth children to grow up like their
distant ancestors. I envied the children！ when grown they would have no memory
of our past lives, and already seemed just like natives. As I watched them, they
hardly ever used their hands for anything other than walking on all fours. When
caressing or playing with each other or adults, they used their mouths
constantly, licking each other or their mother. Washing genitals with their
mouths obviously wasn't taboo, but they had no awareness of sexual matters,
even with someone fucking right next to them.
I napped there in the middle of the room for a while, the words from the
adults' just murmurs in my blissful ears. I awoke to the sensation of an
insistent mouth on my nipple. I still had no milk, but I could feel my breasts
swelling. Mistress and her mother saw me wake up, and got down on the floor with
me. Soon both my breasts were occupied and hands were all over me; I stretched
my long neck, crying out in pleasure as the whole family played with me.
After everyone found other diversions, I felt full, and walked out to the front
yard to relieve myself. I discretely bent at the knees, spread them wide, and
held my back high while from behind a bush I watched citizens of the city walk
by. It felt exhilarating to release my pressures out in the cool night air. I
twisted my head under myself to wash before going back in. Then at bedtime I
curled up with Karen, after the two Eridani children were put to bed, and
Mistress and her mother walked up to their bed arm in arm. I fell asleep to the
feel of occasional gentle sucks on my breasts from the two babies sleeping with
us.
I had a very comfortable sleep only broken by occasional lovemaking. I awoke
early that night to the feel of Karen's talented tongue on my pussy. I snaked my
head around to return the favor, and we fell asleep with our heads between the
other's legs, the babies curled up wherever they could. I awoke later from a
pleasant dream of walking naked through a grocery store while everyone else, who
wore clothes, admired my naked body. I teased Karen awake again with my long
tongue all the way up her cunt, and we brought each other off again, each of us
biting and kissing the other's clit and lips.
I woke the next morning surprised at the abrupt feel of a leash being clipped to
my collar. I was pulled to a bowl of food, and ordered to eat quickly. Mistress
then took me out the front door, and rinsed me with cold water from a hose,
making my nipples stick out, and my clit rise. I was given no opportunity to
relieve my full bladder, either then or while Mistress lead me down the street,
holding my head erect and high with tugs from the leash. With the translator
suppressing English speech, I did not know how to express my need to Mistress;
she didn't feel inclined to let me release it anyway. I wasn't far enough gone
to pee as I walked like a common horse. Somehow peeing right in the middle of
the street seemed different that going in the water.
I got more and more uncomfortable, I could barely hold it, and only the leash
kept me going. I imagined all eyes looking at me, as I anxiously cupped my hands
over my sex. By now I thought no more of rubbing my sex or ass in public than of
rubbing any other part of me; still I felt anxiety over my discomfort. As I held
my fluids, some remaining modesty kept me from simply letting go as I walked. We
came to a nondescript building, and Mistress led me forcefully through the door.
As we'd approached the building, I noticed other drones being led on similar
leashes and looking just as uneasy. I stepped through the door, and saw Eridanis
circled all around the room, some sitting, some standing.
Each Eridani had the end of a leash firmly wrapped around his or her hand, and a
frightened looking drone on the end of the leash. There was an even mix of male
and female drones, and all were seated on the floor. Some sat upright on their
haunches like the two I'd met the day before, some were curled up. All sat so
their genitals were clearly visible to anyone walking through the door！ most of
the males were erect. All looked uncomfortable and squirmed around. I noticed
almost all of them seemed to come from Earth; most had the facial features of
Earthlings, and they smelt like it.
As Mistress walked into the middle of the room, a man got up from a seat,
pulling his drone after him, and allowed Mistress to sit down. She snapped her
fingers, pointing at the floor in front of her and I knew I was supposed to
kneel. I got down on my knees, a few drops of piss seeping from my slit, as a
very tall stern looking woman walked through a back door. I was genuinely afraid
of her, but the desperate need to relieve myself overrode that fear.
She strode to the center of the room, pulling a native drone behind her. I
clenched my checks trying to hold it, aware that in this bend over position, I
was completely visible to everyone. Mistress reached down, and stroking the
naked skin on my back, told me "I know you desperately need to relieve yourself,
but you must hold it until given permission to let go. You will be severely
punished if you make a mess!" I squirmed as the woman commanded her drone to
heel beside her then started talking to the group.
"Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to today's obedience class. Most
of you possess drones recently imported from the planet Earth, soon to be a new
Republic Colony. While these new drones have done well on starships or other
recent colony worlds with close personal supervision, some have had trouble
fitting in here on Homeworld or other old Republic Worlds. As you know drones
have been part of our culture and considered property ever since they were
conquered in our mutual races for survival as new sentient species. We of course
regard them the same as the Earthlings did their pets or other animals. To the
drones, belonging to society as a less developed yet still sentient species has
become a part of their genetic and evolutionary existence. They actually look
forward to becoming someone's pet; a young drone looks forward to being sold to
a new master the same as we looked forward to graduating from school！ at least
as far as it can be aware of. It is an honor for them to obey their master and
raise his children.
However, the drones that crash-landed on Earth have 100,000 years of independent
development to overcome. Granted, their ancestors were drones for many millennia
before that, but the ingrained thought patterns from their recent past must be
removed. The genetic and psychological conditioning each underwent while being
reverted to pure drone stock has gone a long way towards this end, however most
of the new ones still need more work in order to fit into our society. Each of
these drones must loose all memory of ever being human, and only think of
themselves as drones！ property belonging to a master that if sold to a new
master would gladly embrace their new master with the same affection and
obedience as the old one.
A one-day class like this cannot accomplish very much, however we will introduce
things your drone must become accustomed to here on Homeworld. We will go over
techniques and routines designed to reinforce their submissive and obedient
natures. To begin with, leave the translators on your drones until the green
lights on them come on！ as the devices teach the drone the language, the drone
will be further conditioned to think of itself as a drone, not a person. Be sure
the drone has plenty of contact with native drones while wearing the translators
so native habits and attitudes are transferred. You must not give your drone any
privacy！ they should have no modesty about performing any act right here in the
middle of the room in front of us all if so ordered. Bodily functions cannot
interfere with their duties. Work stoppage simply to allow a drone to perform
ordinary bodily functions is wasteful and inefficient, not to mention silly.
Commands should be obeyed instantly no matter what is being asked of the drone
or by whom！ except of course dangerous ones. You as Master must learn
temperance. We will cover some common nonverbal commands, as well as accepted
punishments should your drone disobey. We will start our session today with a
trip to the garden park in the middle of this cluster of buildings.
Before we leave the building I'd like to mention a few hand signals each drone
should learn to obey. A leash or actual physical contact is sometimes necessary
for difficult drones or stressful situations. However, normally the drone should
obey freely: if commanded to heel, it should sit and wait further commands; if
ordered to follow or go somewhere, it should act without hesitation. I will
demonstrate with this drone, who has been my well trained personal property for
many years now."
She went through the gestures several times: Heel, get down on all fours, stand
up, follow me, go over there, etc. The drone proudly obeyed, displaying his very
erect cock, and showing her his affection at any opportunity. After she'd gone
over all those commands, and appropriate punishments, usually spanks on the ass
with a hand or riding crop, she came over to me.
She knelt down in front of me and talked as if she personally knew Mistress.
"So! You're Nurse Oktanawa's little pet! I see by your nervous twitching that
you still haven't quite gotten used to the fact you'll never wear clothes again
and are just another animal. Oh, you display yourself to everyone like you've
been taught, but you still remember when you wore clothing. Don't worry, we'll
take care of that. Soon, if given a free choice between clothing and your shiny
black collar, you'll take the collar, and that pretty head will be filled only
with instincts." I'd already chosen the collar, but I didn't dare tell her
that. Looking up at Mistress, she said "When you return to her native planet,
you must be sure she's displayed to everyone who might have known while she wore
clothing, to reinforce the image that she no longer needs clothing in her mind."
She took the leash from Mistress, and told me "OK, we'll see how well you
remember the commands I just talked about. I know you're about to burst, please
me and I'll let you relieve yourself." She motioned for me to stand up, and I
remembered to stand erect as if on display like I'm supposed to. She then gave
the command to follow, pulling at my leash firmly then let go. She turned away
and started walking to the rear door, looking back to see if I was following.
I obeyed, my bare feet padding softly across the floor as I walked towards the
door. As I reached it, aware of all eyes on my body, she called out to the group
"Everyone please follow us outside". As she held the door open and gave me the
signal to proceed, I walked out into the bright sunlight, while I reached my
hand under myself and unselfconsciously ran it across my skin from my asshole to
my pubic mound. Catching up to me, the lady smiled and said "Patience, you can
let go soon". She signaled for me to turn and we went down one trail towards an
open area within the garden.
As we walked, she tested me on my memory of the earlier lesson on signals. She
covered all the signals she'd talked about, giving me quick pets as I completed
maneuvers correctly. As I listened to her commands, I realized my translator had
progressed beyond teaching me the Eridani and drone languages. There were still
many words I didn't know, but now it was conditioning me to think in the native
drone language, it no long forced my vocal cords to use the drone meows and
squeaks. When I thought about my responses to her commands, it was difficult to
remember English words. It felt natural to form the drone sounds with my vocal
cords.
I almost peed as I walked when she slapped my butt cheek and said something
about the proper way to discipline a misbehaving drone. I shivered again when I
heard her say "Usually a few quick slaps the first times are enough since by the
time they've been sold and in your hands, they have given up all control and are
eager to please their master or mistress." I glimpsed a bit of a smile as she
said, "A spank for no good reason doesn't hurt either." We walked around
another corner in the path and came to a clearing with bushes around the edges
and flowers scattered throughout the middle. She ordered me to walk across the
clearing and turn and face the group.
She told me to squat like a frog on my hands and feet with my knees wide and
look up at the group as she talked to the group again. I vaguely heard her say
something again about drones could not be allowed to interrupt their work merely
to exercise bodily functions. Then she turned back to me, and told me to look up
at the group！ "Look around at EVERYONE watching you kneel there." My mind
reeled from shock when she said, "You may relieve your discomfort now."
Her words jolted me, and I hesitated; she spoke again, much harsher than
Mistress ever was！ "You are an animal, a simple beast, and like a beast, you
have no need of modesty. So relieve yourself！ both your bladder and your
bowels, then clean yourself with your tongue quickly so we can continue. Oh and
don't worry about making a mess, there are special microbes throughout our
natural environment designed to quickly start breaking down any waste products."
Despite my urgent need, I couldn't let go with all those people watching. Of
course I hadn't used an actual bathroom in a long time, even of course doing it
out on the lawn at Mistress's house, but I'd never done it with this many
people around waiting for me to go like a dog on a leash. I managed to let
several squirts out, then suddenly, I could hold it no longer and everything
rushed out at once until nothing was left.
My eyes darted back and forth from my trainer and Mistress the entire time. The
trainer gave me an approving smile when I finished, yet something about her made
me not want to move until I was completely finished. So with my legs still
widely splayed, and my hands on the ground, I bent my head and torso double back
under myself until I could reach myself with my tongue. Licking myself wasn't
as bad, I was used to touching myself in public and I'd left little residue.
I'd have stayed in that position pleasing myself, but a quick tug on my leash
urged me to hurry up and return to a heel position.
(
Dawn pauses her tale, and twists her head down under herself for a few quick
licks, then straightening back out, says: "It's hard to believe I can do this,
my torso doesn't look much different except for being a bit longer than before.
It's amazing what a few extra vertebrae and very limber muscles can do for you!
For that matter, tasting human wastes is not unpleasant, it's simply another
taste."
)
As I sat back on my haunches and waited for my next command, my trainer smiled
and said "Good Girl, a bit more practice and you'll forget all about your
bodily functions and just do them whenever needed and in an appropriate
environment. See? Your wastes are already starting to be absorbed and processed
by the microbes in the soil." Telling me to heel until commanded again, she left
my leash lying on the ground and turned to speak to the rest of the group.
Leaving me to curl up and wait on the ground, she began, "OK, Everyone. I want
each of you to command your pets to do the same. Don't worry too much about
where; just try to not let them do it in the middle of the path. If necessary,
we will demonstrate disciplinary actions again. Also, those of you with males
may find that they are unable to relieve their bladders due to erections. If so,
simply reach down and stroke them until they spend, or let them suck their own
member, whichever you prefer." There were a few bouts of crying and a few
recalcitrant drones, but all the drones obeyed after a few quick smacks and
several displays of affection from fellow drones. One young female drone near me
let herself go after I licked at her face and breasts a bit.
As the rest of our troop finished up, the trainer asked everyone to call his or
her drone to an erect sit-up heel position for the next lesson. She continued
her lessons on how drones should act and how to handle them. We spent the rest
of the day in the gardens, back inside the building, and walking around the
city. We were made to do a variety of tasks that drones were commonly expected
to perform. Nothing asked of me was too difficult, and usually not too
unpleasant！ I had no problems completing any task on my own. All of them
together, however, were designed to draw us into the reality of being a drone.
Tasks were repeated over and over, monotonously and one after the other, and we
were expected to perform each at once without thinking. Encouraged by my
collar's endless stream of Eridani and Drone speech, I slowly lost myself in a
haze of sensual submissiveness.
An awareness of the pleasures that both the sensations of my body and performing
for my masters brought filled my mind and replaced my conscious thoughts. Like
learning to think in another language, my thoughts were filled with images and
sensations instead of words. I was expected to perform all bodily functions at
once with minimum disruption to the task at hand; that same repetition, and
rewards for good behavior reinforced this. I came to look forward to pats on the
head whenever Mistress saw me. By the end of the day, whenever a bowl of food
was placed in front of me or that same food was ready to leave my body, I would
simply crouch on the ground and do it！ not realizing what I was doing until
almost finished or sometimes never.
Performing my bodily functions in public wasn't as humiliating as I thought
it'd be after the first few times. Whenever I crouched to do it, people ignored
me unless they were waiting on me, and then made no deal about my act, but were
simply waiting for me to continue whatever I was doing before. Parts of my brain
that once were occupied with my own self-awareness were now free to process
observations of my environment. I was surprised at the everyday details I'd
missed before. Often Mistress would join me in crouching on the ground. Of
course she couldn't reach around to clean her own ass, and I found that
cleansing my Mistress with my raspy tongue became one of my favorite tasks. This
wasn't a surprise to me, I'd already seen crewmembers go while on duty, why
should they wait for an indoor toilet when the environment was bioengineered to
take care of wastes? As the training session came to a close, I found myself
running on autopilot unless I thought about it, and all of these things that
once I dwell on intensely, now I could just do without a thought.
END Chapter Six
