The Secret Logs of Mistress Janeway
by NovaD Postscript
Office Visit 

Admiral’s Personal Log:

It was a day like any other, which recently, had meant paperwork, staff meetings and more paperwork. I was hip deep in a scintillating analysis of progressive warp coil alignment degradation when Seven beamed into the center of my office.

“Mistress,” she started, “As you have no doubt been informed by my recent correspondence, my need for sexual contact has overwhelmed my ability to perform my public relations duties in conjunction with my book launch. I therefore humbly request release through whatever techniques you prefer.”

With that she dropped her dress to her ankles and kneeled on the floor naked, her head lowered and her hands behind her back.

“‘Kay,” I said.

It was significant that she had called me Mistress and not Kathryn. That was going to make this a completely different kind of experience. Normally, if Seven had beamed into my office, I would expect something like long slow kisses on my sofa, followed by additional stimulation with our hands and lips. We would hug and stroke and caress and spend most of it just curled up in each other’s arms.

That was not going to be today. Today, I would be cracking the whip. I had to admit, I’d lately fallen out of practice.

Still, I wasn’t so far off my game not to remember the basics. I slowly rose from my chair and walked around my desk to the lovely creature offering herself to me.

“You are very presumptuous,” I said, standing so that her eyes fell upon my boots. “You have been out of service for too long if you think it appropriate to just barge in and demand my attention.”

I bent down so that I could tilt Seven face towards my own. “Please, explain why you should not be sent away right now.”

Poor dear, I thought she might cry. She got it bad, and that ain’t good.

She tried to move her chin away from my hand, desperate to lower her eyes. I wouldn’t let her. “I have no excuse, Mistress,” she replied. “My pleasure is yours to give or deny.”

“Better.”

I pulled Seven to her feet, and kissed her deeply. Even as I wrapped my arms around her, she kept her own arms by her side. Good, she understands who’s driving.

That’s when the intercom beeped. Well, I thought, it took longer than I thought.

“Hold that thought,” I said, before returning to my desk. As I expected, it was Feldspar, checking to make sure I wasn’t being assaulted by an alien. I mean I was, but not in anyway that mattered to Starfleet.

“Yes,” I said with some impatience.

“Admiral Landy is on the line, Ma’am.”

This was code. Starfleet had detected Seven’s beam in and were checking that I was all right.

“Put her on,” I replied. This was also code, indicating there was no need to send a squad of Marines. Not that Seven couldn’t use a squad of Marines, but oh the paperwork afterwards.

“Is there anything else you need, Ma’am?”

“Privacy.”

“Yes, Admiral,” he replied. I was certain Feldspar knew about the Mistress, and I don’t think he approved. But he never pushed the issue.

I sat down and cleared my desk of clutter. I turned my attention back to Seven.

“You. Here. Now.”

Seven climbed across the top of my desk towards me on her hands and knees. We kissed. I missed her mouth. I missed her kiss. Involuntarily, I rose, so that I could better work on those magnificent breasts. I kneaded them roughly in my hands, sucking on each in turn, rolling my tongue over the nipples.

I was getting lost in Seven. Mistress she asked for, not Kathryn. I pulled away and sat down.

“I have work to do. Compensate.”

Seven turned about, sitting on the edge of my desk, her legs firmly planted on either side of my chair. I gently stroked her legs as I resumed reading my tedious report. I would occasionally kiss the inside of her thighs. I had almost reached the end of the report when Feldspar called again. Seven moved her leg out of view.

“Sorry, to interrupt, Admiral,” he said.

“This had better be important.”

“You asked to be informed when the Excalibur was on station.”

This was important. Seven didn’t technically have clearance to know what her assignment was, but I was sufficiently vague when Captain Calhoun updated me to avoid later problems. Fortunately, the situation precluded idle chitchat, and our conversation was soon over.

Seven brought her leg back around. “Where were we?” I asked. I pushed my report aside, and dived for her pussy. She was, as always, delicious. Seven started moaning immediately, and that only made me redoubled my efforts. There is something very special about Seven coming. Fortunately, my office was as soundproof as 24^th Century technology could make it. I let her scream. Masturbation had never been enough for dear Seven, and she’d had all that time without ‘a proper orgasm.’ I knew I wouldn’t be far behind.

My hand rested on her quivering abdomen as the last of her throes of passion died away. I alternately kissed and lapped at her sweetness.

The hardest part about office sex is the boots. There is no sexy way to take them off. Seven leaned back on hers arms, her eyes still burning as I struggled to remove them. You would think I would have enough practice by now. They skittered under my desk as I cast them off. I took a short breath before standing. Since decorum was no longer possible, I removed my pants as simply as possible, stripping them down to my ankles before I sat back down and finished pulling them off my feet. I spread my legs and leaned back.

Seven took the hint and got off the desk. She settled into position and started slowly. She petted and stroked, licked and kissed. I ran my hands through her luxurious hair. Neither of us was in any hurry. Slowly, ever so slowly, the passion built inside me. My breathing got stronger and short moans came from my mouth, as the passion possessed me.

That’s when the door chimed. Only one person would dare to do so. Maybe Feldspar didn’t believe I wanted to be alone. Maybe he just wanted to make sure I was. The door chimed again. That was my final warning before he called security. There wasn’t time for either of us to get dressed. I shoed Seven under my desk. It was a tight fit, but I got both her and my legs under it.

“Come,” I said with no trace of irony.

Feldspar came in bearing a padd. “I’m sorry to interrupt Admiral.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“The Advanced Propulsion Division needs you to sign off on these proposals.”

“And they need that now?”

“They’re waiting outside. If you’d prefer I could show them in.”

“Bring it here.”

He thoughtfully handed it over the desk rather then go around. Of course, I had to read it first. It was long and complicated and it didn’t help that Seven was spending her time nibbling on my calf. She moved one hand up my leg. Both my hands were already out, so I couldn’t move Seven away without attracting attention. I looked at Feldspar. His dispassionate expression felt like he knew exactly what was going on and was enjoying it. Or maybe I was just growing paranoid. Seven inserted a finger. I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry out. I prayed that I wouldn’t find any mistakes.

A second finger pushed inside me. Her thumb ran over my clit. Seven’s tongue reached the back of my knee. I reached the end of the document, found acceptable and signed it. I handed the padd back to Feldspar with a weak smile. He gave a slight nod, turned and left. That stupid smile was plastered on my face until the door closed behind him.

I rolled away from the desk. Seven gave me a hound dog expression that said, ‘yes I’m bad, but I’m worth it.’ Well, not today.

“Up.”

Seven knew the drill. She stood and immediately bent over my desk. She must have thought I couldn’t resist that ass. She was right.

“That was wrong, Seven. There are certain appearances I must maintain in conjunction with my duties. Having an orgasm in front of my secretary would have been must inappropriate.”

“I understand.”

I smacked her ass hard. I think it stung me as much as her. I didn’t care.

“Understanding is not compliance. You will comply.”

Oh, I had plans for her. But I couldn’t lose initiative. I took my emergency backup paddle I kept in my bottom drawer and got to work. I wasn’t warming her skin. I was making a point.

Her ass turned bright red. I massaged my handy work, appreciating the moans Seven made as I kneaded the flesh. Tossing the paddle back into its drawer, I went around to the front of the desk. I grabbed Seven’s hair and pulled her head up until it was level with my crotch.

“Do you see this?” I said, indicating my pussy. “You don’t get this anymore today. And I very much wanted you to have this. I’m very disappointed.”

“I’m sorry.” Seven’s voice was raw with emotion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

I let go of her hair. Seven’s head drooped back down towards the floor. I went back to my chair and pulled my uniform back on. I made sure everything in the room was squared away before I proceeded. I walked over to the couch.

“Reindeer flotilla.”

The couch had been a wedding present from B’Elanna. It unfolded almost like a living thing, transforming into a St. Andrews cross. Rows of implements rolled out for easy access. I never had occasion to use it before. I understand B’Elanna still had the prototype to use on Tom.

I motioned for Seven to join me. She was appropriately contrite. I locked her into the apparatus. All of the implements were laid out before the subject so they could see what was about to be used on them. First I put on nipple clamps. Next was a clit clamp. Normally, I would have inserted a butt plug, but I had something else in mind for later.

I started with the deerskin flogger, one of my mementos from the 20^th Century. I carefully and precisely worked Seven back, legs and arms. I would start light, then work harder, before backing off. Light, heavy, light heavy. Just like riding a bicycle.

Seven was moaning. I set aside the flogger, unlocked the cross and rotated Seven around so that she was now reclined almost upside down on her back.

“I choose who comes and when, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Pleasure or pain?”

“I await the Mistress’ choice.”

“I think you’re finally getting the hang of it.” I removed the clit clamp. I gave her pussy a gentle kiss, then set on it with the clip whip. Seven bucked and strained against the St. Andrews cross, but did not cry out. I realized she was waiting for permission. Very good.

“You may come.”

It was explosive, and worth every bit of the aggravation she had caused me.

It took a lot out of her. It took a lot out of me. I gave her another kiss. As I did so I removed the remaining clamps, massaging each nipple as I did so. I hugged her.

“Thank you, Kathryn,” she whispered in my ear.

Unbelievably, my door chimed again.

“Stay still,” I whispered back.

“Cheese it.”

The rig rotated back to vertical before it faded beneath a holographic image of a normal, empty couch. I straightened my uniform and went to the door.

“What is it,” I asked behind clenched teeth.

This time he smirked. “The Bolian ambassador, Admiral.”

Was it that time already? How long had I been with Seven?

“Of course,” I replied, and showed them into my office.

class="MsoNormal">The ambassador made a beeline for the couch, but I carefully steered him to the chair in front of my desk. Feldspar stared at the couch.

“Will you need anything else, Admiral?” He asked.

“No, I think I can handle it from here.” I waved him out. Feldspar left and my attention turned back to my guest.

“So...Ambassador...”

“Admiral Janeway,” he replied.

It took a moment, but I got my head into the topic at hand, coordinating Bolian sub space sensor sweeps with Federation operations in the sector. The ambassador wanted specifics, and so that’s what we hashed out. It took almost two hours, but he finally left, quite happy with the results.

As we were heading for the door, he stopped a moment and snifted the air. “I must say, Admiral, this is without a doubt the sweetest smelling room I’ve ever experienced on Earth. What is your secret?”

“Just sweating the details, Ambassador.”

“My compliments to your aroma therapist.”

“I’ll be sure to pass them along.”

As soon as we gone I signaled Feldspar into my office.

“Do I have any other appointments today?” I asked.

“No, Admiral.”

“Anyone I have to talk to? Anything I have to sign?”

“No, Admiral.”

“Very good then. Unless the building is on fire, I don’t expect to be disturbed until further notice. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Admiral.”

“I’m glad we had this chat.”

I closed the door and turned my attention back to the couch.

“Sybaritic revival.”

Seven came back to me, leaning against her restraints. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even. She was unbelievably beautiful. I freed her, allowing her to collapse into my arms.

“Mischief managed.”

The St. Andrews crossed folded back into a couch. I laid Seven down on the cushions. I kissed her forehead.

“You did very well, Seven,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Kathryn,” she replied.

I held her for a while. I don’t know how long. She kissed me, and I could feel her passion rising. Our hands explored each other; arms, waist, back, legs, feet, hair, faces. I peeled out of uniform, and we resumed our journey.

Seven kissed my breasts, showing them me all the attention I had shown her. She kissed my ass, fondling my cheeks. I turned over. Seven kissed my thighs, my abdomen and then hesitated.

“What is it, Dear?” I asked.

“I don’t have permission.”

That was all in the past. I would have let her spend the rest of the afternoon worshiping my pussy, but I knew it would only confuse her. Seven craved structure. I had issued a command, and I couldn’t rescind it. I look at the sorrow in my eyes.

“Forgive me, Kathryn, I want to please you.”

“You always do.”

She meant something more specific. I kissed her forehead.

“Let me take care of it.”

I went to my desk and got my emergency backup double ended strap on. I fitted it in place. That took some effort. Both ends were made from Kurzon’s cast. I went back to Seven. Earlier, I had planned to have her suck on the appliance until it was ready. There was no need for such theatrics now.

Seven laid back on the couch and opened her legs for me. I slowly worked the strap on into her wet pussy. I went slowly, enjoying every grunt and moan Seven made. Once I was in, I began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I felt the passion building in her again. I slowed my pace until we were again motionless in each others arms.

“Kathryn?” She whispered.

“I’ve read all your reports, Seven,” I said back. “I know you require anal penetration.

Seven moaned. I withdrew from her. Seven rolled off the couch, positioning herself on her knees, her face against the cushions.

It took much longer to work the end into Seven’s ass. I sympathize with any man who’d want to do what I was doing now. Her ass was made to be had. I stopped when I finally had the entire appendage buried inside her. I made my strokes short and slow. My arousal mirrored hers. Seven’s shouts urged me on faster and harder. By the end I her cries were being drowned out by the repeated slapping of our bodies in contact. She came hard, and so did I.

I fell on top of her, wrapping my arms around her waist, the Kurzon cast still filling both of. “I missed you so much,” I said.

“So have I,” she replied.

Right then, I didn’t care if the entire Admiralty walked in us. Seven moaned anew as I pulled out of her. We got cleaned up and dressed.

“See you this evening?” I asked.

“I would be honored to make dinner for you.”

“I look forward to it.”

“I may, however, be late.”

“Oh?”

“I still have to see Chakotay.”

I finally checked the time. “Council should just be ending. He should be in his office any minute now.”

I went to my desk. The site to site transporter was another perk of rank. I programmed the coordinates.

“Ready?” I asked.

Seven nodded. “Energize.”

As I activated the transporter, Seven again discarded her dress, leaving it in a pile in the center of my office.

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