Slave DATT (Dumb Ass Traitor Twat's) Perspective

I ,Slave DATT run desperately behind my Mistress, trying to keep up. It was hard because I was wrapped from head to toe in some kind of beige foam. My eyes and nostrils are left exposed, of course. I was nude beneath the foam, just to humiliate me out of spite, my Mistress has left my ass, tits and pussy exposed. The foam opens at my legs to let me run at the command of my Mistress, but kept my arms pinned to my sides firmly. It was fucking awkward to run like this.

Not that my Mistress cares, shouting over her shoulder to her stumbling, struggling slave "Hurry up, you fucking worthless puta, move your sorry traitor ass!" I'm not a Traitor! I think as I fight to put on speed to keep up with my Mistress. I'm a very fit woman for my age, but I'm three decades older than my Admittedly, Mistress does have good reason to yell at me to keep up, though.

They're being shot at with disrupters very obviously set to kill. Why? I don't know, and my Mistress doesn't see fit to tell me Even as a brand new slave, only two hours into my new role, I'm learning there's a lot Mistresses deign to tell thralls. Though my Mistress gleefully told me all about the beige wrapping "Slave Foam" I am now trapped in.

Who is-or rather who was Slave I? My former self was Captain Phillipa Georgiu of Starfleet. I was a well respected Captain in the fleet, sure to put on an Admiral's Uniform someday. I was also still a beautiful, regal woman despite being in my mid fifties. I took secret pride in drawing surreptitious, but hungry stares from young male, and some female, Officers and Crewman barely half her age as I strode regally about my ship. Now now I'm a desperate, terrified mummy; under the control of my strict young Mistress and this stupid fucking foam.

Who is my Mistress? My new superior introduced herself as Petty Officer First Class Sadie Gomez, Section 31. I can only think of her as Mistress Gomez, Mistress, or in some way that the AI controlling the Foam saw as acknowledging my inferiority and the young woman's power over me.

Speaking of my young Mistress, She's shouting at me now. "DATT, you fucking retard, turn right, you fool, I swear, I'd freeze you for these asshole's target practice if I wasn't ordered to bring you in alive!"

My helpless ex Captain butt turns right as commanded by my lesbo dominatrix. I see a shuttle with the hatch open, and feel momentary relief, escape from our would be murders! Then my heart sinks, what horrors does my new life hold? I don't want to know, but I'm sure I'll soon find out. I, once a respected leader, now a dignityless bareass mummy girl, helplessly stumble to my new life, my Mistress shouting curses, and insults at me for being too slow.

When I get to the ramp I have a problem, I can't climb it with my arms trapped at my sides, not without falling face first into it. But in the Foam, I've learned, not obeying my Mistress is not an option. I step on the ramp and brace for the inevitable faceplant onto it.

As I falls, I feel my Mistress's strong, youthful hands catch me . Mistress keeps me upright with her left while slapping nipple clamps with chains on them on both my nipples. Mistress, please, it hurts!

But it works. Mistress can steady her older slave and drag me cruelly up the ramp. "Move it, DATT, you sellout cunt! You want that cute little asian ass fried?" The Foam stimulates my pain center until I answer my Mistress "No, Mistress Gomez." But I glumly think it might be my best option at this point.

Mistress orders me to stand at attention in the middle of the shuttle even though there are plenty of seats. The Foam, as I have come to learn, immediately freezes me in place when it hears my Mistress commands me to attention. All I can do is watch mutely as my Mistress quickly prepares the shuttle for take off.

I wonder if our unknown pursuit will continue the chase when we lift off. The ride up is smooth, the dark of Risa's night gives way to the blackness of space. Mistress Gomez turns in the seat and sags with relief.

She speaks in a conversational tone, free of the contempt I'm familiar with when my New Mistress speaks to me. "Looks like we got away, DATT. Sorry for the bumpy take off, but the foam should have anchored you in place and kept you stable. It's still learning, but it's programmed to keep you safe unless ordered otherwise-or you're abandoned and it doesn't have the directives or resources to take care of you"

Then Mistress Gomez gets a hard look in her eyes, as she remembers who she's talking to. Her little slave. Whom she thinks is a traitor. She barks "Turn around and walk to the back wall of the shuttle, DATT. Stop two paces away when you see two u-bolts at chest height."

I helplessly obey my Mistress's command, walking to the back bulkhead and stopping when I see the two u-bolts sticking out of the bulkhead. Mistress comes around to my right side and picks up the nipple clamp chains dangling down from my bare breasts. She deftly ties them off to the bolts, leaving my pulled nipples screaming in agony.

"I don't want your turncoat gaze on me while we travel to your new home, scumbag. This is the perfect way for you to fly, you useless twat." Then I feel her groping and rubbing my nude ass. "Maybe not totally useless. You really are a babe, for such an old girl, I'd really like to have a little fun with you, Traitor Twat."

Please Mistress, don't assault, me. Please. I hate how pathetic my silent pleading is, but this "Foam" breaks the will quick. As I'm sure it's designed for.

Mistress Gomez sighs "But I've been ordered not to sexually assault you beyond copping a few feels. Your Designated Authority at the Rendition site will probably be given that privilege." She sighs. Then her tone brightens "But I can apply to be your Designated Authority and Interrogator, then we can really get steamy together, baby." She gives my ass one last squeeze and walks off.

My eyes, the only part of my body that has leave to move, looks at my pinched, bleeding nipples. Why was she calling me a traitor? I would never betray my oath to Starfleet or the Federation? Did Petty Officer Gomez-A jolt of warning pain from the foam, I have to think of her as my direct superior or be punished.

I corrected my thought, Did Mistress Gomez say she was with Section 31? My Asian clit is stimulated briefly as a reward. I thought section 31 was a bogeyman story to scare gullible cadets and nutty conspiracy theorists? And even if they're real, why would any Federation agency use Slaver Technology?

I thought back to two hours earlier, on this first day of my two week leave on Risa...

Captain Phillipa Georgiu two hours earlier

Even Captains need time off, and I was finally getting mine. Two weeks of shore leave on Risa! What was I going to do first? Go to my favorite Bondage club, the Majestic Domme!

It catered exclusively, but discretely to executives and leaders, whether military or civilian. You needed more than vast sums of credits or, how declasse! Greasy wads of cash, you had to be somebody, have a title and position worthy of respect.

Of course, Captain Georgiu is a patron in good standing. Now I'm not judging. I know some powerful men and women like being submissive in their private lives. No judgement from me! But Captain Phillipa Georgiou was dominant, twenty four/ seven, baby!

I had my own cute little bottom to top picked out. I was in the mood for Mexican, and told the MD's AI so. And lookie, they have a cute little Latina just for me, Captain Georgiou! Subbie Sadie, yum!

She was such a pretty little thing, looking at the holo camera in nothing but a harness contraption exposing all her delicious girl parts! Dark shoulder length hair, shy brown eyes, just lightly dusky skin. She was a delicious little dish. Perfect for a woman of my status.

I excitedly got in my Domme outfit. Black combination cap, dark miniskirt dress, black thong panties. dark fishnet stockings, black platform heels for my legs. Plus a deliciously wicked riding crop that made a nice sharp crack when I slapped it on the sofa.

I waited until after sunset, and tipped my cabbie heftily for discretion. Even in our supposedly enlightened 23rd century, it wouldn't do to have the media learn of respectable Starfleet Captain going to a lesbo Domme Club in quaint fetish gear.

I walked in the front door. and was greeted by the obsequious, big earred, proprietor, whose name I could never remember. I wasn't even sure what species he was. I'd heard the name. Ferengi? An old spacer legend about a mangy merchant race scavenging among the scraps of the major powers in the Alpha quadrant. It really seemed like another silly space story, like Orion Girl pheromones. Except this goof seemed to be proof they were real, if the descriptions were correct.

Not that it mattered to me one way or the other. "Captain Georgiou, Phillipa, my dear, you look as lovely as ever, Terran women are exquisite." The disgusting little toady grabbed and tried to kiss my hand. Ewww. I really obviously pulled it away, and he looked angry and offended for a second. But he covered smoothly.

"What can I do for you my dear?" The servile little scumbag intoned. I commanded him imperiously "Take me to my table and bring my girl to me, now!" He said "Of course my dear." Gesturing to my favorite corner table. He even brought me my favorite illegal drink, Romulan ale with a spritz of lime.

I smirked as I looked over the custom features of my table. One was surprisingly crude, just a set of u-bolts in the table, where I could tie off a girl's nipple clamp chains, if I was so inclined. I think, with "Subbie Sadie" I'd be so inclined, smirking.

I scrolled my personal comm and sipped my drink. Soon I sensed a presence standing patiently in front of me. My girl, Sadie. Standing in front of me in a fishnet body stocking that conceals nothing. I scrolled casually and made her wait. Finally my eyes drifted up to her down turned eyes. "Look at me girl." I demanded in command voice.

Her eyes rest on me and she gulps in fear. What a cutie! She doesn't look older than 24! "Girl, speak!" I commanded her.

"Greetings Mistress Phillipa, I'm Girl Subbie Sadie, but you can call me whatever you wish if it pleases you. How may I serve you, Mistress?" I know the standard greetings, at this club, this girl, though she seems new, delivers it flawlessly.

I let her wait another moment, scrolling and sipping. "Sadie, your bio says you give excellent massages, is that true?" She looks delightfully shy and nervous. "Um, yes Mistress, I do. I can give you one, Mistress, whenever you're ready."

I polish off my drink quickly, trying to conceal my excitement under a calm demeanor. "I'm ready now, let's go." I slam down my glass.

I follow her to the private rooms, eagerly watching her cute swaying, young ass. Definitely going to be some nipple clamp action after my massage.

When we get to the room, I quickly peel out of my outfit and hang it up. Underneath it, placing my platform heels beneath my Domme clothes.

Girl Sadie shyly asks "Mistress, where do you want me to start?" I say start with my shoulders, me lying on my back. She replies "Yes Mistress." What a good girl!

I lie back on the massage table and close my eyes. Sadie says shyly "Mistress?" I open my eyes and say impatiently "What?" The first thing I noticed is the girl standing over me with a most unsubmissive smirk. "I think you're a disgusting traitor to the Federation and Starfleet. For me most Renditions are just business. This one is pure pleasure." Her voice is surprisingly assertive and confident.

Before I can recover from my shock, she slaps a four inch beige foam pad on my chest. "AI trainer, fully immobilize and quiet this slave, now!" Before I can even think to say a word, I'm frozen from head to toe in some kind of foam trap. The only things apparently exposed are my eyes and nostrils.

I want to shout and thrash the girl in outrage. But I can do nothing. She continues on in that confident authoritative voice. So different from my first impression of her.

"Erase all evidence of Captain Phillipa Georgiou from this moment on, she walked into this club and vanished. This is Slave Dumb Ass Traitor Twat, DATT her primary Designated Authority is Petty Officer First Class Sadie Gomez, Section 31."

I think Petty Officer Gomez, what the fuck? Then I feel a stab of intense pain in my head, making my worse migraine feel like heaven.

Petty Officer Gomez 's voice cuts through the pain. "Let me help you slave, if you want to stop your pain, think of me as Mistress Gomez, and picture me in your Domme outfit." You little bitch, I'm not going to-but then the pain spikes intensely, I didn't think it could get worse, but it does.

I have to stop it. I think Mistress Sadie Gomez and picture her in my Domme outfit. The pain lessens but doesn't stop. I think Mistress Gomez has firm control over me, Slave Dumb Ass Traitor Twat. The pain stops, and I feel an amazing burst of pleasure in my clit. WTF is happening?

Petty Office-Owww! So much pain! Mistress Gomez is looking at what has to be a Tricorder, but more sleek and sophisticated then I've ever seen before.

She smirks down at me. "Wow, you're a smart one, but I guess not just any silly twat can get promoted to Captain. I've had rendition subjects torture themselves for hours before figuring out how to stop the pain entirely. But my smart girl caught on in a minute. You really are good slave clay, DATT."

You stupid little enlisted flunkie cunt, I'm going-oww, the pain! Please, stop! Mistress Gomez is in charge for Slave Dumb Ass Traitor Twat. DATT lives to obey Mistress! I feel a burst of pleasure on my clit, oh! No more pain. I peer cautiously at my new Mistress.

She waved her finger in a naughty, naughty gesture in my face. She just looks amused, like I'm a smart little pet. "Now, now, my clever little girl, you're way too bright to cause yourself unnecessary pain, I know you're more trainable than that. I don't normally explain things to those I turn into slaves for Renditions. But you're a sharp little girl, and we may need to move fast."

I push down my rage at being called a "little girl" by my young Mistress. My eyes fall on her, as I try to convey my deference and obedience. "My, you are a smart, submissive girl, the Foam will mold you into an awesome slave in no time." She starts breathing heavily, leaning toward me. "You're making me wet, my little clever piece of ass."

She seems to compose herself as she leans back. Professionally she states "Slave DATT, your Slave Foam has Auto AI thought control protocols. What that means is nanobots have integrated with your brain and central nervous system, released by the Slave Foam. Your slave trainer will detect any negative or disloyal thoughts about your Designated Authority. If you even try to think of me as an equal, much less a subordinate, you will be severely punished. The AI trainer will reward new slaves for thinking correctly. As it feels like you progress as a slave, its expectations will increase. Your rewards will be diminished for expected behavior. Your punishments will not decrease, and may increase if the trainer judges you as a slow learner or stubborn."

She smiles down at me "I know you're not a slow learner, my little thrall. Stubborn, well-you're not as tough as you think you are. I've had Renditions as smart as you are holding out a lot longer. A little pain and your tough girl act collapses into grovelling submission. I've come to know natural slaves, and you're definitely one, DATT."

I want to be mad, but I couldn't even hold out a minute in the foam, how could any one resist any longer? Was I that weak and compliant stripped of my position and power. I felt a burst of pleasure in my clit, the AI controlling the Foam considers that right thinking.

Mistress Gomez orders me to get off the massage table and come to attention. I test not obeying, but get hit with so much pain I feel I have to obey. As soon as I come to attention, the foam seals my arms to my sides and seals my legs together, locking me in position. I try to speak, but apparently this stuff can keep me from making a sound.

I watch in shock as that little bit-Owww, I'm sorry! I mean Mistress Gomez skins out of her fishnet body stocking then starts to put on my Domme outfit! She looks back at me while she's changing.

"Looks like we're about the same size, DATT. Fortunately. Oh, how thoughtful of you bringing me nipple clamps to use on you! Such a considerate slave!" She admires herself in the mirror, then turns to me. "How do I look, DATT?"

I feel a warning jolt of pain. Not answering my Mistress when asked a question was not an option. I quickly say "You look smashing, Mistress." She giggles. "Of course, I do, slave."

Then she takes a professional, almost briefing tone. "We have two hours until we're supposed to rendezvous with my pickup in orbit. We've got time to kill, so we're going to mingle a little. I'm Mistress Sonia Vasquez, your my personal sub SWAG, Stupid Wrapped Asian Girl. DATT, who are we for the next two hours?"

I quickly say "You're Mistress Vasquez, and I'm your slave SWAG, Stupid Wrapped Asian Girl." She smiles brilliantly, saying "Good Girl! I can tell you rushed that out before the AI slave trainer could punish you!"

Then she states "Now say, That's our cover story while we're hanging around in the club, I'm slave Dumb Ass Traitor Twat, My Designated Authority is Mistress Gomez."

I say the line perfectly, and Mistress looks pleased. "You are a sharp little thing! the Foam's automatic slave training protocols would have punished you if your phrasing wasn't exactly like I specified. That's why you're a Captain, I guess." She smirked. "Were." She added.

Her reminder of my humiliating demotion made my heart sink. But I didn't have time to worry about it. Her next words were, "AI, trainer, expose her anus, vagina, and breasts. Simulate that her head is covered by a black bondage hood, and replicate a zipper at her mouth. Let her speak and vocalize freely, but retain thought control over her."

She catches my eyes with one of her contemptuous smirks. "The Foam can keep you perfectly quiet, but it would seem suspicious if you didn't make some noise." She picks up my crop where I leaned it against the wall, and smacks it in her hand, a wicked smile plastered on her face.

Then she walks over and unzips the zipper replicated over her mouth. "Open." commands her Domme. She considers keeping it closed, but a jolt from the phone makes her open her mouth obediently as her Mistress stuffs a foam rubber ball in her mouth. Phillipa-owww, jolt of pain for using her old name. Slave DATT looks down at her Mistress stuffing her mouth with more then a bit of desperation in her eyes.

Mistress Gomez says. "I want you to mmmph realistically" Then she tweaks DATT's right nipple hard, I let out a muffled squeak. " How cute! Such an adorable little thing." Mistress Gomez's voice gets breathy as she reaches around to squeeze DATT's firm little butt. "Such a nice ass for such an old lady."

My young, Latina Mistress's desire and intent is clear. Five minutes ago I would have welcomed a sexual encounter with this dusky young woman. Now with the power dynamic shifted, it's an unwanted but surely inevitable humiliation if I stays in this woman's custody.

Then Mistress gets a serious "Business before pleasure look." She slaps the nipple clamps on my nipples and pulls the chains. I let out another muffled yelp that is clearly satisfying to my Mistress.

She says sternly "So nice of you to reserve a table for us. We're going to walk out there, I'm going to have a couple of drinks. You're going to sit at rigid attention, nipples clamped to the tables u-bolts, and await further instructions. Understand, traitor?"

I mumble "Yes, Mistress." around the ball stuffed in my mouth. Mistress Gomez jerks me toward the door with the nipple clamp chains. "Try to keep up you treasonous, geriatric cunt. I won't hesitate to drag you."

I dutifully followed my Mistress to her table. I reflect I walked in here a Starfleet Captain, now I'm walking out a pathetic, bareass Subbie. I want to believe it can't get any worse, but...