“What to do….what to do?” Naskia said nibbling at a fingernail looking up to the plain white ceiling.

Niall was firmly wrapped up in Naskia’s other hand. He was fidgeting in her grip trying to struggle free though it was hopeless. He was only really trying to remind her he was there; she was ignoring him while she played out different fantasies in her mind. All of this felt oddly familiar to Niall.

“Naskia, can you loosen your grip please?” Niall said still squirming. He didn’t think she would agree but he just wanted a response to make sure he wasn’t in a nightmare.

“Sure sweetie.” She said gently laying him on his back on the bed. She used two fingers from her left hand to pin his wrists to the bed.

Naskia lay down on her front and placed an arm in front of her breasts to obscure Niall’s view. She had enjoyed herself far too much when she had him cornered beside the bedside table, she wanted that feeling back. He got his way so often, outsmarted her too many times. She wanted to bring him down a peg or two; and have some fun in the process of course.

Niall looked straight up in to the glistening blue eyes of the smiling beauty above him. Her cheeks were flushed red from the exercise and the excitement of her plans for her him. Her tussled, chocolate hair fell all the way to the bed cover and framed her face like a cinema curtain. She had her lower legs in the air and was waving them back forth as she put the finishing touches to her plan in her mind.

“Say I won!” Naskia said.

“Is that really necessary?” Niall replied raising an eyebrow.

“Say it!” Naskia said raising her voice playfully.

“Ok! Ok! You won.” Niall said.

Naskia grinned. That took no effort at all. She hoped he would put up more of a fight as her questions got tougher.

“Tell me I’m beautiful…” Naskia said.

“You know you don’t need to force me to tell you that you’re beautiful.” Niall replied confused.

Naskia giggled “Awww sweetie, flattery isn’t going to get you out of this….. Admit I’m better than you at everything!”

“What?! No. You’re not…” Niall said with some alarm in his voice. He still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on.

Naskia wiped the grin from her face and applied some more pressure to Niall’s wrists. Not enough to cause pain but enough to make it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. “This is how this is going to go. I’m going to ask questions and if you get the answer wrong I’m going to punish you. Ok?”

To Niall this was starting to feel quite sinister. He tried to free himself but he hadn’t a hope of escape.

“Say I’m better than you at everything.” Naskia said calmly.

“No! You’re not.” Niall said defiantly deciding to play a long a bit longer before protesting.

Naskia pursed her soft lips together and dropped her chin to the bed and ran her tongue slowly over her lips hinting at what lay in store for him.

“Last chance…..” she smiled.

Niall didn’t reply. He was calling her bluff. “She wouldn’t actually hurt me….would she?”

Naskia smiled. “I hoped you’d be like this. A lot more fun this way.”

Naskia’s tongue slithered out from her mouth and touched the underside of Niall’s left foot. She slowly swirled the tip of it around his sole of his foot.

Niall couldn’t control himself. He kicked out and laughed, his whole body flailed in response to the incredible tickling sensation. It felt like 4 hands were tickling his foot at once and hitting every possible nerve that could react. He managed to dislodge her tongue for a few seconds and tuck his foot in under his leg but her thumb quickly extended his leg and pinned his foot into place. She tickled his foot for a few more seconds enjoying the howls from Niall and the feeling of being able to pin him effortlessly with just 3 fingers.

She stopped and drew back her face. She was attempting to control her smile but Niall could tell she was really enjoying herself. He realised he was smiling too; he thought he should feel humiliated, emasculated even, being controlled and teased like he was a child but he was enjoying himself.

“Got anything to say?” Naskia asked.

“Yo……b….t…..r……th……e” Niall mumbled in reply.

Naskia cupped a free hand to her ear. “What was that little tupp?”

“You’re better than me at everything…” Niall shouted up half grinning.

Naskia’s eyes glowed happy with her victory. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it? Now say……….my name is Niall and I am a dumb dumb!”

“You’re the dumb dumb!” he replied sarcastically knowing full well what would happen. He knew she was enjoying herself and decided to squirm for effect.

Naskia felt the hairs on her body start to stand on end as she became more and more aroused by the feeling of power as Niall struggled with all his might, barely able to move. She was loving this; they hadn’t been intimate since the bath tub as Niall wasn’t strong enough, now she felt days of pent up frustrations starting to boil over all at once. She lowered her mouth to his left foot and began to tickle him again.

Niall giggled and squirmed as the nerves in his foot went into overdrive again sending tingles all the way up his leg to the base of his spine. He bucked and squirmed and shook uncontrollably as his body reacted to the overload of sensation. It was both a frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. He wanted it to stop and yet he didn’t.

Naskia wanted to laugh but forced herself not to. If she laughed she would stop tickling and she wanted Niall to submit. Seeing the usually serious and controlled Niall laughing like a toddler in a pitch much higher than normal was beyond funny for her.

“Please Naskia! Stop! Stop!” he yelled between giggles.

She didn’t stop she kept twirling the tip of her tongue, moving it up and down his foot now to create even more spine tingling jolts of sensation. Niall’s laughs grew bigger and deeper as the tickling increased. His arms and legs were starting to ache from moving them uncontrollably and his chest was getting sore from laughing so hard.

“Ok! Ok! Stop!” he yelled gasping for breath.

“You have something to say?” Naskia asked.

Niall was breathing hard trying to get his breath back but managed to get enough breath to talk. “My name is Niall and I am a dumb dumb.”

“Very good little one” Naskia said stroking his chest with the pad of a finger. She wanted him to calm down a bit before the next question. She felt herself becoming moist and slowly tracked her free hand under her hips and gently stroked her engorged clitoris in time with the strokes of her finger on Niall’s chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a surge of pleasure shot through her. This really was bliss.

Niall lay back with his eyes closed enjoying the gentle massage of the delicate ridges on Naskia’s finger. He was glad to be rid of the overwhelming feeling in his foot. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Naskia was gently purring away with happiness at his submission to her. Niall tried to tell himself that he wasn’t enjoying this, that it was degrading but he was having too good a time to get involved in a debate with himself.

Naskia decided it was time for a big question. One he really would hate answering, one that he would fight against with all his will. She moaned again as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she realised the words she wanted to hear from him, words that she had waited for since she purchased Niall all those weeks ago on Titan Station.

“Admit you’re my pet!” she grinned somewhat menacingly “and that I’m your mistress.”

Alarms went off in Niall’s mind. She had to be joking. She had to know that was pushing things just a bit too far. There was no way he was going to say that. He could see she was flushed and her eyes were twitching regularly, he spotted her arm running underneath her and realised what she was doing to herself as she toyed with him.

“You can’t be serious…” Niall said defying her command.

“Of couwse I’m sewious my ickle man…” Naskia said adopting a childish voice and batting her long eyelashes innocently.

Niall didn’t know if he felt reassured or not. She didn’t seem to be serious. He reminded himself that anything extracted from him through torture didn’t count. Naskia didn’t need to know that though.

“Never….” He said.

Naskia smiled sweetly. “Awww, you actually think you can win. So cute.”

She lowered her mouth down and Niall braced himself for the onslaught he knew was coming and would not end until he gave in to her. He felt her tongue make contact with the sole of his foot and start to swirl again. It didn’t feel as bad this time; his body was adjusting the overload of input from his left foot. It still felt a bit ticklish and he squirmed but it was bearable.

Naskia quickly noticed and moved her thumb to pin his right leg and flicked her tongue across to his right foot. The effect was instantaneous as hundreds of taste buds assaulted every sensitive nerve of his foot. He started to laugh uncontrollably and shook as his body tried to find any escape from the ravenous tongue. Pulses of incredible tickles surged through his body sending his nervous system haywire.

Naskia could feel him pushing back hopelessly against her fingers. She was hardly applying any pressure to Niall’s limbs and the power she felt surged through her and merged with the waves of pleasure coming from between her legs. She rolled her eyes back into her head and moaned subconsciously as she felt an orgasm building inside of her. She wanted him to break, she needed him to break.

“Mercy! Mercy!” Niall cried out.

It was no use; it only served to make her feel more powerful, more in control. Naskia arched her back and released a guttural moan in response to his pleas for release.

“No! You know what I want.” She panted before quickly returning to the task of torturing him.

Niall thrashed and squealed and hollered as his body struggled unable to cope anymore. His mind was racing. He tried to control himself, to hide in his mind. He tried to picture equations in his mind, puzzles to solve, anything to remove himself from the reality of what was happening to him. Her strokes were becoming more and more erratic as she fought to control her own body’s reaction to what she was doing to him. It was keeping him locked in this moment, unable to retreat within himself.

Niall looked up into her godlike face. Her normally milky white skin was flushed red and her eyes were fluttering. She released moan after moan as she waited for him to submit. He was still screaming and pleading for mercy and each cry he let out only fuelled her on further. It was no use. He had no choice, he couldn’t hold out anymore.

“Stop, stop, please stop!” he screamed hoping she would allow him to surrender with some semblance of dignity left but she carried on, her moans getting louder.

“I’m your pet!” he screamed at the top of his lungs hoping she would stop. Her moans increased in pitch as she approached climax. He hadn’t completed her command yet.

“You’re my mistress….please….stop.” He screamed between fits of laughter.

Naskia released him from her grip and arched her back up, stretching one arm to the end of the bed while digging her nails into the pillow and pulling at it, she then released a groan that echoed out from within her. It wasn’t a normal groan. It was raw, primal even and was dripping with the sounds of frustrations bottled up for far too long. He cracked open an eye and stared in awe at the site of the monstrously powerful woman losing all control of herself, becoming a base, primal being rather than a rational and measured young woman. It terrified him and excited him at the same time. She truly was a godlike being to him. He would never tell her that though.

The roar ended after a few seconds and Naskia collapsed on to her side; her eyes landed level with Niall’s head. His whole body shook from the impact. Her dark hair was moist and wavy with sweat and clung to her head in places, her face flushed red and sweat rolled in droplets down her brow. She lay panting quietly with her massive, gentle eyes locked on Niall. He said nothing. He just lay there enjoying being back in control of his own body.

Minutes seemed like hours lying beside her idly looking into her deep eyes. Niall was broken, exhausted and sore but he didn’t care. He was perfectly content despite the faux torture she’d put him through. Was this what being a pet human felt like? Was he now her pet?

“Mmmmm” she cooed after a few minutes. “That was very fun indeed.”

Niall responded with a small smile and Naskia rolled over onto her front and looked down at him.

“Thank you my pet. It was good of you to admit that I own you…..finally.” She grinned.

Naskia paused for a few seconds to let Niall sweat for a bit. He looked very unsure of himself. He was holding his breath unconsciously.

“But don’t worry. You own me just as much as I own you.” Naskia said leaning over and kissing his chest gently. She felt him exhale deeply as she did so.

“Now what can your pet do for you?” She asked her eyes widened at the thought of more fun to come.

Niall sat quietly for a minute contemplating what she had said. He was happy not to be her pet but at that moment he had very nearly felt himself giving in to her. He shook that thought from his mind and allowed his domineering persona to return. She was offering herself to him on a platter, anything he wanted from her and all he had to do was command it. He needed to make the most of this.

He stood up and arched him head up to make eye contact with her. He inflated his chest and stared at her like he would a misbehaving puppy. He wanted to be in control rather than just play at it.

“Get on your knees. On the floor. Now” He said. His voice was full of pride and strength, as if he were commanding a Roman Legion.

“Mmmm.” Naskia said enjoying the commanding tone. She slinked off the bed knees first and knelt down. He breasts were just below the level of the bed and her face now towered over Niall. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

“Lower!” He ordered marching over to the edge of the bed with his arms crossed behind his back.

Naskia hunched herself lower. Niall continued to order her lower and lower but it soon became apparent that even completely hunched on her knees she was still taller than he was standing on the bed. She dropped to her stomach and stretched her legs out along the floor as a sly grin appeared on Niall’s face. She propped herself up on her elbows. The top of her heard barely reached the surface of the bed.

She looked up at him wondering what he would ask for next.

“I won’t tell you what I want until you beg for my forgiveness.” Niall said standing over her. He crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at her waiting for her to reply.

“Clever boy…” Naskia said to herself. She had degraded and humiliated him for her own sexual gratification. He wasn’t getting off on this but just wanted to see how far she could be pushed, if she would be just as degraded as he had been. It was only fair really, he wasn’t actually her pet and refusing to do it could upset the balance they had found in their relationship. Besides, she wanted to do it. She liked taking orders from him.

She arched her head back and stared up at him. Fluttering her eyes and faking a teary expression. Her large, high cheeks got even higher and she pursed her lips into a heart shape.

“Please….pu…pu…please forgive me? I need you so much. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.” She said in an exaggerated innocent tone. She quivered her lower lip and blinked her long lashes some more for effect.

Niall didn’t reply. He didn’t even move. It wasn’t enough yet. It was nowhere near humiliating enough.

Naskia grasped the edge of the bed with her fingers and pulled herself just below eye level with Niall. She blinked some more to make her eyes shine with moisture and scrunched her brow to look more upset.

“Please forgive me….I’ll make it worth your while…” she continued.

Niall tried to stay quiet. He wanted her to beg just a bit more. Naskia rose up slightly higher revealing two large, pushed up breasts with a full valley of cleavage in between. Niall found his stoic stance quickly wavering as his eyes were automatically drawn to the soft, inviting curves before him.

“Damn her and her womanly wiles…” he muttered as Naskia’s lips curled up slightly.

She hadn’t seen his eyes wander to her chest but she had seen another part of his anatomy’s reaction. She felt a small sense of power flow through her. Not the same raw sense of power she had felt when she had dominated Niall earlier but a more sensual form of subtle power. Her big eyes, her beauty and her chest would work just as well as a Titan man as it would on a Human one.

“How will you make it worth my while?” Niall asked. His tone broke slightly and he puffed himself up to try to reassert his dwindling authority.

Naskia lowered herself slightly bringing her mouth in line with Niall’s crotch. She extended her tongue, so recently used to torture him and slowly ran it up and down the underside of his package.

“Uew….uh….mmmm” Niall managed to croak out as his entire body shuddered in reaction to her tongue. Not in writhing ticklishness this time but with incredible arousal. Every taste bud felt like a finger gently massaging his dick as it ran up and down its length. He had to lock his knees in place as his legs nearly came out from under him the feeling was that strong.

“Mmmm.” Naskia moaned enjoying herself. She drew her tongue back in and gently kissed his erect penis before returning her tongue to it and massaging him again.

“Oh….” Niall moaned again tweaking an eyelid. He couldn’t stay standing on his own, Naskia’s tongue was once again removing his command of his body but now it wasn’t ticklishness but pleasure ruling him. He put his arms out ahead of him and braced himself against her nose. He could feel her warm breath roll over his upper arms every few seconds, it only heightened the experience.

Naskia smiled as she felt him brace on her nose. She reached a finger round and carefully placed it at his back, she didn’t want him falling over and ruining his fun. She kept licking back and forth, occasionally adding a bit more pressure to send an extra wave of pleasure through him. Each passing stroke resulted in another moan from Niall, each one slightly different from the last.

“Eugh….sweet fuck…” Niall moaned allowed his legs to go weak and Naskia’s finger take over supporting him. This woman was amazing. He really didn’t care what she did with him as long as she’d do this at least once a day. Once an Earth day he reminded himself being greedy.

Naskia felt Niall go limp and smiled a little more. She started to twist her tongue round his shaft now as she rubbed it up and down. Niall moaned louder and louder. She kept going adding different amounts of pressure each time. Up and down, harder and softer. She felt his body shudder.

“Any second now…” she thought to herself.

She applied a few harder strokes of her tongue and then softened up and she felt Niall shudder against her finger shortly followed by a load landing on her tongue. She continued to softly lick as Niall breathed heavily trying to return much needed oxygen and blood to his brain.

“Mmmmm….forgive me yet?” She said swallowing the mix of saliva and human seed on her tongue.

“Yeah…I think I do.” Niall just about managed to pant out.

“Hmmm good.” Naskia said scooping him up and getting on to the bed in one quick move. She lay down on her back and set Niall down in the nook of her clavicle before pulling the covers up over her.

“Ready to sleep?” Naskia asked.

“Oh yeah….” Niall said cuddling into her and tugging some of the sheet on top of him. He could barely keep his eyes open. He could not possibly get any more relaxed than he was at this moment.

“No more loud, shouty music?” she continued.

“No….” Niall just about managed to get out.

“Great. I don’t want to be tired when Loona and Nonah get here. I’ve a long day of classes and you have to take care of Nonah. What do you have planned for her tomorrow anyway?” Naskia continued to natter.

There was no response. Niall was already deep in sleep.

“Niall?…….Niall? Are you asleep already?” Naskia said realising she was talking to herself.

“G’night sweetie. Love you.” She said turning off the light and closing her eyes.