Lt. Ezri Dax stood in the holosuite's antechamber, wearing a pair of thin black skintight boy shorts and matching bra. The Starfleet logo was over her left breast, and left hip.
A couple of days ago, she had found an unusual holoprogram in the deep archives. While it was pretty sophisticated, there was no author listed, nor could she find one. The name of the program was just a long string of seemingly random letters and numbers. Mostly it had caught her eye because it was restricted to adult use, and had some rather interesting warnings on it.
She walked into the holosuite, and the door closed behind her. "Computer, began program."
A split-second later the holosuite's grid lines were replaced with an unfamiliar kitchen. It looked a bit... rustic, but well enough equipped. She started to reach for a pitcher of some sort of iced beverage on the nearby counter when she noticed a weight on her wrist. She looked down and was a bit surprised to see a thick steel shackle around her wrist, complete with D-rings spaced around it.
There was a second one around her other wrist. Then she felt a similar weight at her throat, and reached up to feel a collar, complete with a leash ring at the front. She reached around back, and didn't feel anything but smooth steel. Her wrist shackles didn't seem to have anyway of taking them off either.
Ezri looked down at herself and was just as surprised by what she was wearing. A strip of pink silk—about ten centimeters wide—went from over each of her shoulders, down to just past her pussy in the front, and ass in the back. They covered her breasts, crossed over in front of her pussy, and were held against her hips with a another strip tied around her waist.
The two long stripes of spots that ran from her temples down to her calves, the distinguishing features which set the Trill species apart from other humanoids, were completely exposed, except for the strip of silk around her hips. While the strips covered a little of her, they were translucent, so they didn't hide anything. Her ankles were shackled, and though her wrists weren't chained together, her ankles were. She was barefoot.
"Ezri, hurry up with my ginger tea!" someone shouted from an adjoining room.
The holosuite automatically adjusted itself to the person using it, so Ezri didn't question her name being used.
She looked back at the pitcher, and the glass next to it. They were on a silver tray. She quickly picked it up, and shuffled out of the kitchen as fast as she could in her shackled ankles.
Walking in shackles took her back. Several of her previous hosts, Lela, Emony, Torias, and Jadzia, had all enjoyed bondage at least occasionally.
The next room was much larger than the kitchen. She immediately felt the breeze coming in from two large windows on her exposed pussy. Then she got another surprise when she saw the Cardassian sitting behind a desk near the right wall. She was even more shocked when she realized it was Gul Dukat.
"What took you so long!?" he demanded impatiently. "Were you growing the leaves yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Gul Dukat," Ezri apologized emphatically, hurrying towards him. "I got distracted."
She set the heavy silver tray down on the desk next to him, and was about to pour him a glass. Suddenly, he reached up, grabbed her collar's leash ring, and yanked her down towards him.
"Were you distracted contemplating your life back in the mines!?" he asked her sternly. Then he reached up, grabbed her nipple through the thin layer of silk, and twisted—hard.
Ezri gasped in pain. It was too much.
"Computer, freeze program!"
Dukat froze, his thumb and first two fingers still squeezing her nipple. Ezri carefully extracted it, and stood back up.
"Computer, please summarize this holoprogram," she asked, massaging her sore nipple.
"The program takes place during the Cardassian occupation of Bajor. You are the personal servant of Gul Dukat. You will obey him at all times, even in sexual matters, or suffer severe corporal punishment."
Ezri had guessed she would be in the role of a submissive based on the program's warnings. She had no idea it would be to Gul Dukat, during the occupation. Colonel Kira would probably kill whoever had written this.
"Computer reduce the punishment level by twenty-percent," Ezri instructed the holosuite.
"Unable to comply. That parameter can not be adjusted."
Ezri frowned. That was unusual. "Computer, why can't the punishment level be changed?"
"The punishment you receive is commensurate with your obedience, and how it affects Gul Dukat's mood with in the program. Punishment will also be increased for every interruption of the program."
Ezri tapped her foot in frustration. The first part of that wasn't too outrageous, considering the nature of the program. The second part was pretty interesting though. She could quit of course, there were plenty of BDSM programs in the memory core. Or she could just be a good girl for Dukat, and see where this took her for the rest of the hour.
She leaned back down, and put her nipple back between his thumb and fingers. He wasn't twisting it anymore, but it was the best she could do.
