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Mistress T'Pol	By : AlexandraXI Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 7599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mistress T'Pol

Written by Alexandra Paris

Tripp becomes T'Pol's willing slave.

Rating:NC17

Pairings:T'Pol and Tripp Tucker

Feedback:Desired
Characters:Tripp Tucker and Sub Commander T'Pol

Betas:None

Author's Note:One of my earlier attempts at adult fan fiction.This story is not your grandma's vanilla Star Trek fan fiction. If themes of dominance and submission make you queasy, please do not proceed further. Not suitable for readers under 18. Some indications of crossdressing and plenty of BDSM themes.

Disclaimer:This fan fic is not being written for profit and the authoress is not making any money off this work of fiction. Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry and Paramount Pictures. Any resemblance to any characters living or dead is purely coincidental.

Tripp Tucker was one of the finest officers on board the Enterprise, during his time he had been know to get into a few disagreements with T'Pol, the ship's science officer. One day they had gotten into a disagreement that Tucker would soon not forget. They were alone in the launch bay.

"Mr.Tucker, you were to follow my orders to the letter. I f you would have done as I asked, the Vulcan ambassador would not be so irritated with Starfleet command."

"I'm sorry T'Pol, but I know it will run smoother if we did it this way."

Fury was in the vulcan's dark eyes.

"Sorry is not going to cut it Mr. Tucker, remove your uniform......now!"
Tucker looked with shock and surprise.

"Excuse me?"
"Then I guess we will just have to this the hard way."
She was nose to nose with him now, her full breasts heaving. Tucker was aroused but he didn't want to show it, he knew it would be inappropriate. T'Pol grabbed him by the arm.
"What the fuck are you doing, you vulcan bitch?!?!?!"

"That is commander bitch." she said calmly.
T'Pol being Vulcan had twice the strength he had, so he knew he was no match for her, before he knew it, he was bent over her knee and she was whaling on his tight ass. Tucker could feel himself getting hard with each blow T'Pol gave him, one hard smack after another until finally he couldn't take it anymore, he cried out.
"Oh my God! Please stop! It hurts! Please stop!!!" he pleaded with her.

"Will you do as I say from now on?"

He whimpered as tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She continued to smack his ass more.
"Yes sub-commander!"
She stopped, Tucker was in pain and his ass stung, the only woman who ever spanked him like that was his mother back on earth.
'Who the fuck does she think she is?' was his thought.

He had a look of anger on his face but yet he was aroused as well. T'Pol looked at him.
"Now let that be a lesson to you Mr. Tucker, or the next time, I will not be as kind when it comes to your punishment."
He looked at her sheepishly as she walked out, his ass cheeks stinging from the blows she gave him, but yet, he couldn't understand why it aroused him so much. Maybe it was because T'Pol was a very attractive vulcan female, he to stop himself at times just from staring in her general direction. There was strength about her which made her so beautiful. But he knew that after that incident he would know better than to question her again.

A few days later, they went on an away mission together to an M-class planet. Tucker, being the curious type, would try to venture out alone, T'Pol would not have it, she insisted on coming along. They took samples of the soil and did readings of the atmosphere, when they were done for the day they set up camp. T'Pol was sound asleep, but Tucker was wide awake, he had decided to let her sleep as he ventured out into the darkness alone, he did not stray too far from the camp, he thought he could use this time to gather more data on the planet. After about an hour or so, he returned to the tent to find T'Pol wide awake with a look of irritation on her face.
"Where were you Mr. Tucker?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to collect more data." he knew what was coming.

"Mr.Tucker......I specifically told you to stay within the area, you could have gotten hurt."
"As you can see T'Pol, I'm just fine. Why are you so concerned with my well being?"

"I do not want it on my conscience if something were to happen to you. And for your carelessness you deserve to be punished, would you prefer your punishment now, or when we get back to the ship?"
"What if I choose the ship?" he asked.
"Then I will have no choice but to pull your pants down in front of all the female crew members and beat your ass until it is black and blue. Or to save you embarassment, you can take your punishment here if you like. It is your choice Mr. Tucker."
He had to think, either way it would be humiliating, it was then he made the decision. In a way the thought of T'Pol beating his ass for all the female crew members would be arousing in a way. But what would Captain Archer say?

"Alright, I'll take the punishment now." he couldn't look her in the eye.

"Wise choice Mr. Tucker. Take off your uniform."

he did as he was told without resistance this time, he was now standing before her in his t-shirt and boxer briefs. She then looked him up and down as she sat on a rock.

"Now Mr. Tucker, I want you lay your stomache across my lap." he did as he was told without question.

T'Pol ran her hands along his ass cheeks, slowly and with one swift smack, Tucker flinched in pain. With each smack she gave him, it sent waves of pain thoughout his body. It hurt but yet his cock had gotten harder with each blow T'Pol gave him. This was pain, humiliating and excrutiating pain, but yet he was getting aroused by it and he didn't know why. T'Pol continued to spank him and with each blow his ass cheeks got hotter and hotter, until he couldn't stand it, he screamed at her to please stop and that it hurt, tears were streaming down his face, she had finally let him up and let him get to his feet.
"Now let that be a lesson to you, or the next time I will not be as merciful. Understand?"
"Yes sub-commander."
"Good, now come back to bed." Tripp did as he was told without question.

For the rest of the night they slept in a spoon position, her arms wrapped around his torso and his ass still radiating heat. Tucker couldn't sleep, he had been spanked as a boy by his mother but it never did anything like this to him. There just something about the way T'Pol punished him that made him want to misbehave.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought.
'I never had this feeling of arousal before.'
What he really wanted do was kiss T'Pol, he wanted to feel the sting of her hand or maybe he wanted to feel the sting of her whip as well. He wondered in the back of his mind as to what it would be like for her to fuck him, he was getting hard at the very thought of this, but he dared not wake her, after awhile he finally fell asleep.

The next morning they broke down camp and headed back for the ship, not saying a word to each other. But Mr. Tucker knew one thing, he knew he was hers, to discipline as she wished and a feeling of submission swept over him. It was not a feeling of surrender, but a feeling of empowerment that he could not explain. When they got back to the ship and settled back into their quarters, T'Pol had invited to Tripp to join her in a private meal so they could discuss the events that happened between them over the past few days. They sat in silence eating for almost an half an hour.
"I am certain you are wondering why I chose you to be my submissive, Mr. Tucker."

"Well......yes." came his reply.

"I see very strong submissive tendancies in you and you have promise."

Promise as what?"

"A male sub to the right mistress. Would you be interested?"
Tripp had to think, he to think back to when T'Pol disciplined him the first time, he remember how much he enjoyed it, even though he did not want to admit it at the time. T'Pol had gotten up out of her seat and walked over to him, she was now leaning towards him, taking his chin into her hand and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. He in return, kissed her back until she broke their kiss. She looked into his eyes and asked him.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?"
"No."
"Are you scared?"
"Shitless."

"Do not worry since you are new to this, there is a safe word, if you feel you cannot endure anymore, the safe word is IDIC. Understand?"
"Understood."
T'Pol looked into his eyes.

"Now you will know what it is to be a true submissive Tripp. When I ask you a question, you answer it with, 'Yes mistress', do you understand?"
"Yes mistress, I understand."
A grin spread across her face, "Very good Tripp, you are learning quickly, now stand."

Tripp did as he was told, he stood before her without saying a word.She walked over to him until they were almost nose to nose. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch her, but he wanted to prove to his vulcan mistress that as a submissive he could demonstrate control. He stood very still as she ran her hands along his arms.
"Close your eyes."
"Now are you willing to serve me?"
"Yes, mistress."
A slight smile spread across T'Pol's face.
"Good boy."
Tripp was still nervous as to what she had in store for him, but instead of being afraid, he got more excited at the prospect of not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Take off your uniform Mr. Tucker."
"Yes mistress."
He took off his shoes, then his socks and then he slowly unziped his jumpsuit as T'Pol sat and watched. He felt himself getting hard as he slowly undressed in front of her, finally, he was now naked before just like the day he was born. She inspected him with her eyes and she reached into a drawer beside her and pulled out what looked like a pair of black satin women's panties.She tossed them to Tucker.

"Put them on."
Tripp looked at the panities in his hands and didn't know what to think, he wanted to please his mistress, so he put them on without saying a word. Once he put them on, she nodded in approval. Tripp couldn't believe how good the material felt on his cock, it was soft and the feel of it almost made him want to come right there, but for some reason he knew he would not be allowed to come until T'Pol said so.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes mistress."
She put her hand on his crotch and then into the panties, she proceeded to stroke his cock.

"Do you want to give yourself to me......mind......body......and soul?"
"Yes mistress."
She stroked him faster, his sighs filled the room. She continued to stroke his cock standing up and she could feel him almost ready to explode. But Tripp didn't want to come, he didn't want to come until T'Pol gave the okay for him to do so. She whispered into his ear.
"You may come now! That's it my sweet little boy...." there was an authority in her voice. "Come now slut!"

He shot his load and fell to the floor in a heap. Tripp looked up at his mistress, and she had somewhat of a satisfied smile on her face as she bent down to kiss him. He looked into her lover's eyes.

"You did well. Looks like you get these panties all dirty. Take them off and throw them in the laundry hamper."
Tripp took off the panties and put them in the hamper. He walked slowly back to his mistress awaiting his next command. T'Pol was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his perfect human male body.

"Your appearance is pleasing to me. Come sit."

Trip was silent, he didn't say a word at all he sat down next to his mistress, she stroked his face and kissed him softly. He returned her affection and followed her lead. She guided his hands to her top as he slowly unbuttoned it exposing her full firm breasts, she guided his mouth to her nipple and he began to suck making her moan in pleasure. As if by magic her clothes melted off and she too was naked. She laid him down on his back and put his already stiffening cock in her mouth making him even harder. When he was fully hard, she straddled him and they both let out a sigh of sheer pleasure. His hips bucked underneath hers until finally they started a rythm making the vulcan cry out and making her spasm on Tripp's hard cock. She came over and over again until finally they came together and collasped into each other's arms.

"That's a very good boy." she said softly and then she planted a soft kiss on his forehead it would not be long until they fell asleep in each others arms.

The End
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