I nodded hello to the receptionist as I came down from my quarters, dressed in my attire, ready to go. “Good morning. Anything new today?”

She smiled softly, nodding some as her fingertips brushed over various keys, pulling up whatever files I’d be needing for that day. Probably nothing great.

You see, I work in a laboratory in the United States, but I can’t tell you a location any more specific than that. We conduct a lot of experiments that social taboos and federal law would otherwise prohibit, and we also happen to have technology only discussed in science fiction novels.

We also happen to have things that are considered mythological. Magic and such.

My name is Doctor Jennifer O’Shea. I’m really not as ethnic as my name might suggest, and really my brother was the only one who would take much pride in his Irish background. Not that I have anything against Ireland, I just don’t care to put on the stereotypes of being a wild lush.

At least not since college.

Anyhow, my job is to look in on the patients each day and run the various experiments that my superiors have asked me to perform. They usually don’t run beyond standard procedure health checks and physicals. Sometimes the patients and I get a little friendly, but you never know who you can trust.

“As a matter of fact, we have a new transfer today.”

“Name?”

“Don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean, under the heading of name, nothing has been recorded, Doctor.”

I sighed. “OK, age?”

“Unknown.”

If this was a pattern, I was going to be irritated. “Gender?”

“Male.”

“Race?”

“Uh… Unknown.”

I figured that meant he had ancestors from all over the place. I had a lot of ethnicities in my background, too, though mostly from my father’s side of the family. My mother’s side was fully Irish, but my dad seemed to have relatives from all over the globe, though mostly from Europe. “Any guesses? He is from this planet, isn’t he?” I smiled at my joke.

The receptionist glanced up at me from behind her glasses. “… Unknown.”

Now, we’ve had patients who have claimed to be aliens before, but usually they’re just crazy. We’ve never actually had an alien crash land near here, or at least they were never sent to us. So this would’ve been something completely new.

“Is he humanoid?”

“Just look at the file, Doctor.”

So it turned out this new subject’s origin was completely unknown. It seems he just showed up one day in the labs, wandering around, looking lost. He had never actually been brought in, so no one had any idea of any information about him.

Here’s the strange part. He had ears, a tail, and fur. Not much, it seems, maybe a coat as thin as a t-shirt, but he didn’t wear clothes at all.

I must admit, I’ve had this sort of attraction to the idea of furs for a long time. I always loved dressing up as a cat for Halloween or pretending to have feline characteristics or something, though I never quite got involved in the fur community.

I’m not sure what it is about the idea of human and animal hybrids, but if they look right, they can be damn fine.

And, in all honesty, this patient was. He looked fairly average in height, but he was lean and cut in all the right places. He had a tight ass and his legs looked like that of a cyclist in the Tour de France. He looked like he probably spent some time in the gym, too, though it was more of an athletic build instead of bulky.

Just my kind of guy. And girl, too. But that was back in college.

“Doctor O’Shea.”

The PA came back with a crackle. “Hello, Doctor O’Shea. The patient is waiting for you.”

I nodded, then watched as the door in front of me slid open with a brief hiss of air. You never could be too cautious with these patients, they tried bizarre things. The room had a surveillance camera mounted at a point that gave it a vantage to the whole room, except for under it. We made sure to never stand there.

He was just standing there, his hands folded behind him lightly, his posture presenting an aura of shyness. It was actually rather adorable, but I was there on business. I had to stick to finding out vital information, after all.

I studied him for a moment, glad to see him in person instead of just by photo. His fur had a slight gleam to it, I guess of cleanliness, but it was attractive, anyway. He didn’t actually have a snout, though his face wasn’t completely human. And his eyes. I actually couldn’t take my gaze from them for a second, they were quite endearing. They were crystal blue and seemed to have a depth to them that just went on forever. I felt like I could lose myself in his eyes any moment.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Good afternoon.”

He smiled slightly in return, then lowered his gaze.

I tilted my head to the side. “My name is Doctor O’Shea. Who are you?”

He looked up at the camera for a moment, biting his lip slightly, before looking away again.

I looked over my shoulder at it. “Oh, I’m sure it is a little disconcerting. Here, you don’t have to say it out loud, you can just whisper it to me.” I walked over to him, folding my hands in front of me demurely, trying to seem as nonthreatening as I could.

He shook his head slowly, just barely whispering, “I don’t like the camera.”

I nodded some. It was against protocol, but I’d done it before. He didn’t exactly seem like the dangerous type, anyhow. I turned around to face the camera. “James, would you please shut the camera off for about 10 minutes?”

There was a pause, and I wondered if he would do it for me this time. I smiled, satisfied, as the red power light blinked off. I then turned back around to the patient to find he had lifted his gaze back up to meet directly with mine.

God, his eyes were… Fascinating. I had no idea how much I could just lose myself in them. I actually forgot about what I was going to ask him now that the camera was off, just letting my gaze pour into his. Or maybe his was pouring into mine.

I didn’t really care. It did feel a bit like he was searching me, like he was somehow inside my head just by looking at me, but that was a ridiculous thought. I felt almost relaxed, just looking into his eyes. I realized that my peripheral vision seemed narrowed, that I was actually focusing completely on his eyes. Those blue, deep pools of… Of…

He reached out and rested his palm against my cheek, and I nearly melted against him. “Wait a minute,” I thought. “I’m not supposed to be like this with my patients. I don’t even know his name.” I started to say something, but he began to caress my skin with his thumb, and his fur felt heavenly.

I let slip a little moan, not even aware that I had. God, everything felt so good from him. I instinctively knew I was supposed to just let him touch me while I gazed into his eyes. He slipped an arm around me and pulled me close, and my body didn’t resist whatsoever.

I pressed into him, moaning again, more out of amazement at how warm and comfortable and so relaxed I felt. My thoughts just sort of started to fog up, but I was still aware of what he was doing to me. Not that I minded in the slightest.

He just held me there, gazing into my eyes, while I sunk against him, letting him support my body. I felt… Surrender. That’s what I’d call it. I felt like I was surrendering to him.

“Wait a minute,” I started to think. But that quickly went away as he brushed his palm against my cheek, and his fingertips against my lips. I nodded slowly, as if I were answering some unheard question.

Surrender. That just got stuck in my head. I wanted to surrender so bad. Wait, didn’t I already surrender? I took a moment to figure out where I was. I was totally limp against him, except for my neck, which held my head very close to this man I knew nothing about, held my head up so that my gaze could be trapped by his. I knew somehow that I was supposed to be his. No, he wanted me to be his.

Hell, I didn’t mind. I’d always had something of a submissive streak in me.

Hadn’t I?

I couldn’t really think about it as my mind became more and more fogged. It felt like there was a blanket over my consciousness, so warm and comfortable, that prevented me from doing anything except what he told me.

Except he wasn’t saying anything. Yet somehow I knew what he wanted. He wanted me. He wanted me to…

I stood up, completely transfixed by his gaze. I looked at him in a total daze, my mouth open slightly, taking in deep, even breaths. I had no thoughts. I had surrendered. Not just my body, but I was his. I was completely his.

I slowly, evenly reached up and slid my lab coat off my body. It pooled on the floor around me. I didn’t even know I was doing it, I just felt so engaged, so taken. So comfortable. I wanted this.

He just kept watching me, almost still, as he tilted his head to the side slightly. My eyes must have been utterly blank as I just stared at him, nodding slowly. I reached up and undid the buttons on my loose-fitting blouse, letting it open up and reveal my white, lace bra.

Now, I’d never been one to flaunt my figure… OK, that’s a lie, but I tried to be professional in the labs. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to wear sexy clothing from time to time. I was glad I had worn that bra that day, because I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted to see it but this patient.

Who I know nothing about. Ah, it didn’t matter. I was starting to feel rather turned on by him, anyway, and he’d barely done anything to arouse me except stare at me like that.

The more I looked at him, the more I realized that just him staring at me was actually kind of hot. His gaze was really alluring, and I could feel myself starting to dampen a bit just by looking at him. My breathing started to deepen a bit, and I decided I needed to be free of my confines, so I slipped my blouse off, reached around, undid my bra, then set that on the floor next to me.

My breasts had already begun to swell some and my nipples began to stand erect from the cold in the room, but I didn’t even notice. I felt so warm, so relaxed, so owned.

Owned? … Yeah. I liked the idea of being owned. Surrendered. Completely.

I simply stood before my patient, dressed only in a knee-length skirt and white lace panties, completely unashamed about showing off my body. And why should I be? It was his, anyway.

Ooh… I shivered at the thought. God, yes, my body was his. Oh, and it knew it, too. The dampness started to turn to wetness as my breasts swelled up fully and my nipples stood erect, completely from arousal, now. My chest heaved up and down steadily as I felt myself become more and more attracted to this patient.

Master. To this master. To my master. To Master.

Oh my God, I almost came. I’d never felt so submissive before. I mean, I’d liked being the bottom in a sexual relationship, but I’d never called anyone Master before, nor had I intended to, but God, it felt so right with him. Master.

I moaned loudly, and I would have shut my eyes, but I couldn’t take them away from his. I knew what he wanted.

I quickly slipped my skirt off me and as fast as I could, I removed the panties and tossed them aside. I stood before my Master, ready to present my nude body.

No, it didn’t need to be presented. It needed to be… Touched.

But I couldn’t help it. Even though he was right in front of me, I didn’t let my master touch me. I started doing it. I ran both hands up my thighs, along my hips, feeling my fingertips brush over my skin. I couldn’t do anything but focus on how good it felt, either. With my conscious thought completely gone, my only ability was to focus intently on the physical.

And it felt great. My palms ran up my sides, to my breasts, and I moaned again as I kneaded them gently. I lightly pinched my nipples between my fingers, then started to play with them, flicking my fingertips back and forth over the straining teats.

And the whole time, I was just staring into his eyes. I was blank, utterly dazed, staring, just massaging and rubbing my breasts and nipples. I knew he liked it. I wanted to please my master so much.

I knew pleasing my master would please me. Instinctively, I sank to my knees. Oh, God, I felt so submissive again. I felt that the concept of resistance was as distant a word in my vocabulary as speaking Martian.

One of my hands snaked back down my body, running over my stomach, past my waist, and to my sex. It was soaked, starting to drip onto the floor as I kneeled before my master. I started playing with myself, running my fingers up and down my slit, occasionally slipping one in easily, moaning as I continued to play with my breast with my remaining hand.

I suddenly looked to my master’s cock and saw that it was standing fully erect. It only had the faintest coat of fur around it, but it didn’t faze me whatsoever. I felt guilty about leaving it so open, and I immediately let my hand leave my breast to go to his cock.

Oh my God, I should’ve cum right then. I knew I was supposed to. I was so aroused that I would’ve cum over and over. But somehow, I knew I couldn’t. Somewhere in my mind, a little voice told me I couldn’t cum.

I had no idea how, but I just went with whatever felt right. I was desperate. I was being dominated. I simply leaned forward and wrapped my lips around my master’s cock, finding that running my tongue along it produced a pleasant sensation. His fur didn’t come off on my tongue, nor did it seem like licking hair — it felt absolutely wonderful.

And so did my fingers, as I slipped two inside myself and just started pumping. I was so horny, I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt myself roar past what should’ve been another orgasm, but what ended up just being even more teasing.

I started panting heavily, desperate to cum, and again went with the first instinct that came to me, and I started bobbing my head up and down my master’s shaft. I wrapped my fingers around the base, and started shifting my hand up and down the length as my head did, turning my hand in a somewhat circular motion as I went up and down.

I suddenly saw myself from a third eye point of view, or, at least, I realized my position. I was on my knees, legs spread wide open, fucking myself with abandon, moaning and panting, desperate to cum for my master, who I was trying my best to get off with expert licking, sucking and kissing.

And I could’ve cum for the next hour on the sensations I experienced from that realization. I felt more submissive than I had ever felt in my life, and it felt good. But still, I couldn’t cum.

I slipped a third finger into myself, and started pumping so hard that my body began to shake. My thighs trembled and my whole body quivered as I bobbed my lips up and down my master’s cock, squeezing some with my hand, trying to milk him of his heavenly essence.

And finally, I was rewarded. He tilted his head back, then came into my waiting throat. And as I felt his orgasm, mine ripped through my body. Waves of pleasure beyond anything I thought possible coursed through my being, and I lost all sense of existence except for one of utter pleasure. I simply rode my fingers to orgasm after orgasm, peaking over and over, my sensations only heightened by the realization that I was letting a complete stranger fill my throat with his cum.

No, my master.

I can’t tell you what happened after that, because it turns out that he had actually put me into one of the most deeply hypnotic trances I’d ever been in. I remember him doing everything to me, but it was like I didn’t even have an opinion about it. And I’m sure he left post-hypnotic triggers in my head.

I’m going to do some research and find out. And maybe I’ll do some more interactive experiments with my master.