I.
The walk hadn't gone as planned. It was supposed to be a quiet Summer walk in an old country lane. Well, one where I'd walk past the isolated country cottage of my old school teacher, Miss Davis, and "accidently" expose myself to her, hoping to plant the seed for what would be a sexual encounter.
The Summer dress was light and loose upon my frames and underneath my breasts and sex were uncovered. The thought of a stiff breeze exposing them, exposing me, caused a pleasant tingle.
But I was entertaining a new fantasy as I approached and saw my old teacher tending her garden. She was quite old now, I'd guess early sixties, her hair still as grey as I remember, her wrinkled face still possessing that stern, cruel look.
I enjoy sex in many forms and could find pleasure in every woman I met. One of my very special fantasies was the thought of women who were old, obese or very unfeminine taking me, making me their own, and forcing me to satisfy their sexual whims. How I longed to be used this way and punished for every failing.
When I discovered she was lesbian, I had to take action. All those years I longed for her to punish me and for her pleasant surprise at the increasing wetness of my sex as she spanked and how I longed for her to then indulge her sexual whims with me as a thing, a means to her sexual ends. It was her dismissive, cold attitude to us as students. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I was about halfway past her gate when she looked up at me wordlessly. I flashed a smile and she merely nodded. A few meters ahead I "dropped" my handbag with a deliberately unconvincing "whoops" and reached down to pick it up.
The hot rush came over me as the dress shifted and I knew she now gazed at my exposed ass and inviting sex. I heard the rake clatter to the ground as I stood up. A few meters on and I flashed a mischievous sideways smile. I could see her look had changed.
She raised an eyebrow and I saw a promising smirk before quickly heading inside. The thought of her touching herself while thinking of us making love together sent waves of burning desire washing over me.
I would be late home tonight, however. Little did I know as I saw the blinding flash above me in the woods that tonight would a lot more fun than I anticipated.
II.
When the flashing faded, I found myself kneeling in a dark room save a beam of light shining down on me. I couldn't move but felt strangely calm, I knew somehow I was in no danger.
"Hello?" I called out, "who is there? What do you want with me?"
A computerised voice spoke from some intercom, "specimen: female, human. 23 years old, auburn hair, hazel eyes. Lady Xitacl please report for her full sexual examination."
"Sexual examination?" I said, trembling slightly in anticipation.
A croaking sound I took to be a laugh preceded the rising of the lights and I could see what I assumed to be Lady Xitacl cloaked in purple.
The robe figure spoke, her voice had a deep gurgling ring to it, "indeed, sexual examination, human females are becoming popular sexual partners in my organisation. Don't worry, you're not being kidnapped. It will all become clear."
She removed a clasp on her robe, it fell revealing her nakedness underneath. Her form was akin to a vaguely bipedal toad of roughly human height. It was almost identical save the strange development of shapely, ample breasts on her chest and, stranger still, the sizable cock. It was fully erect in anticipation and it had these nodules in rows along the glans. I guessed her idea of a sexual examination was going to be interesting.
"No. Please. Let me go." I struggled against the invisible restraints.
My attempt at reluctance wasn't fooling her. Not that I intended it to, one of my deepest, darkest fantasies was about to come true. I just wanted to role play it that way. She gurgled another laugh.
"My dear, you aren't fooling me, you're not the first human woman I've bedded, sorry I mean examined. Your feigned reluctance is entertaining though, so please continue."
She slowly began approaching. Knowing she was on to my real intent, I happily continued.
"This is wrong, we're not even the same species, I don't even know you..."
"Dear, you could try better with the excuses," she cut in, "if you had the opportunity, you'd have let your old home economics teacher take you and yes, by the way, she is masturbating right now. You barely know her."
"How did you..." I began, again interrupted.
"I know a lot. I know you really want this. I've seen the things, the creatures you've conjured up in fantasies alongside the varied women you've craved."
She kneels besides me, cupping a hand under my chin. Her skin is slippery and cool to the touch.
"I know you invest a lot in the fantasy, the role play, and I'm rather happy to play along, it's the same for me after all."
"As for species," she continued, "for all your mock protests, you've always longed for the strange, the alien. Your old teacher may be approaching climax right now thinking of that smooth ass and sweet pussy that you put on display for her, but for now they are mine to enjoy, examine I mean. I get carried away with my terms, I guess I just love my work."
Those specific words in her warbling, matter-of-fact voice caused a sharp intake of breath from me, she gurgled another laugh and stood up.
"But let's drop the reluctance role play a moment, just to be safe. I offer you an opportunity, there are many exotic creatures out there that would happily indulge your fantasies and even give you new ones. You won't even need to leave your planet for any long periods of time and there are plenty of other earth women with your tastes you'd meet in our organisation. You can take this up or walk away. If you take it up, I get to enjoy you first and I give *very* thorough examinations. Choose."
I looked at her, thoughts racing, maybe she expected me to keep up the reluctance. After all, she had read my thoughts so accurately. Still, she could be checking due to possibility of error. I didn't want to lose this chance and so I nodded eagerly.
"Yes, I want this. I've wanted this so badly for a long time."
She croaked in glee, "thought so. Now, let's begin the examination shall we? STAND UP!"
The sudden change of voice to one angrily barking orders had me on my feet as soon as the restraints dropped.
"TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS!"
Her croaking voice added to her imperious tone. In but a few moments, it was cast aside. Despite her alien form, I could clearly see wantonness in her eyes as she looked me up and down.
She did a drawn out croak, "an impressive specimen; no underwear, as to be expected given your purpose on that walk. You take care of your body, I see. Light freckles and pixie hairstyle, quite the tomboy, aren't we? Let's see if you can put that body to good use."
I've certainly been told I'm attractive many times and had been asked out my fair share, sadly by the wrong half of the population most times. I've been called tomboyish in a cute way, I usually took it as a compliment nowadays.
I'm a big fan of various breast sizes and body types. I've always fallen over myself to tell other girls they're attractive if I can. I try to be tactful, I know it sounds false to be reassured sometimes, but I always mean it genuinely. I feel comfortable in my body most times and wish others did with theirs.
Despite that comfort, it still felt good to be objectified like this. Not the uninvited misogynistic wolf-whistles or the disgusting defence of "don't dress like that if you didn't want it," this was different. I think any masochist will agree that objectification in a comfortable, controlled environment can be really self-empowering despite first appearances.
With but a flick of her hand, I was raised in the air, spread in an X-cross position, my shoes untied automatically and were tugged from my feet leaving me completely naked under my mistress's hungry gaze. I saw my wrists and ankles were bound by rings of blue light. They were soft with a warm throb, far more pleasant than other things I've used.
"Now, answer me slave, what is your name?"
I looked up at her to answer but felt the sharp slap of her hand against my cheek. Her gurgles grew louder
"Don't ever look at me directly without my permission. Keep your eyes on my breasts."
I could gladly do that, for she did have lovely, ample breasts: her light, brown-green skin contrasted with the dark green of her nipples. I longed to lie down and feel them, cool to the touch and slick with slime, pressed down against my own. Her question struck me from such musings.
"I repeat: what is your name? Don't make me repeat myself a third time."
"Na... Natalie, but I generally go by Talie" I said in my best damsel-in-distress voice.
This was followed by another slap, "TALIE WHAT?"
I knew this would invite such a response, but it's fun to give your mistress reasons to punish you, I knew she wasn't asking for my surname. I did enjoy playing the naive damsel in distress, I wanted to see how long I could keep up my reluctance act before I was begging her to fuck me, to show no mercy.
"Talie," I deliberately paused to play dumb, "mistress?"
I was surprised by the third slap, "NO! Your name is not Talie! Your name is Fucktoy, now answer my question."
God, this was so amazing. I stumbled to speak and in response she grabbed my hair pulling my head back, away from the sight of her breasts.
"SAY IT!" She gurgled loudly.
"Fucktoy, mistress,"
"Good girl," she ran her free hand over my skin, leaving a trail of glistening slime from my navel to my breast, her touch was even more wonderful than I first imagined.
As she groped and teased my breast, her tongue made its way to my mouth.
