Note Of What Has Gone Before: After successfully recording a supernova,
Captain Janeway sought a quiet night’s rest. Instead she found herself
fighting off the desires of the omnipotent entity known as Q.
Star Trek - Voyager: The Secret Logs Of Mistress Janeway
Part 15 - The Ultimate Postulant (MF,BDSM)
by Mistress Nova
Captain's Personal Log:
If I have ever been angrier in my entire life, I could not remember it. It
wasn't just the embarrassment. My crew, I discovered, thought enough of me to
be indignant on my behalf. That helped a little. Still, I was unaccustomed to
having my bedroom activities broadcast when I hadn't directed it.
Even more infuriating was the inconvenience of it all. There was nothing
happening on Voyager that needed more than routine attention. I had a circle
of slaves needing my stern administration and an unruly lover that I had been
considering for discipline. After being stopped by the super nova, I had been
more than ready for some serious recreation.
A little rest, I thought, then some bottoms are going to be very sore. I
looked forward to hearing Tom Paris' ever creative pleas for leniency then
his gasping, moaning submission. I so loved to watch his fair face flush as
he came. I adored the innocence of his long lashes and the obscenities he
was shouting. Then there were the thoughts of my ever obedient, intensely
orgasmic First One or the delicious Ensign! My anticipation was quite high.
I needed it. Then here comes that omnipotent busy-body with his cosmic-clock.
It was like a bucket of ice-water dosed on my lap. I was not happy at all.
After the first encounter... Actually, it was after I talked to Chakotay,
that I began to be afraid. It had been with the greatest reluctance that I
even told him what happened. For the briefest of moments, I considered not
saying a word about the specifics, but that would have hurt him.
As the words registered in his mind, I regretted my decision. Every muscle
in his body tensed as the incredulity wore off and the reality set in. He
managed to contain himself, I was convinced, because he was in shock. But
that wouldn't last long. Chakotay might do anything and Q would do something
terrible in response. I could lose him forever in the blink of an eye.
This terrified me, then made me furious. In one of the few moments where
I was alone long enough to think, I centered my thoughts and feelings and
decided to bring into firm line those areas over which I had control.
I went to Chakotay first because he was my biggest concern. It was apparent
that he had just finished meditating when I came in.
"Did it help?" I asked.
"No," he replied ruefully.
I walked over to him standing near, but not touching him. "You must not
interfere," I said quietly.
"How can I not?" he demanded. He grasped me firmly by the shoulders. "Q can
do what he wants with you. There is no way to stop him from taking what he
"Yes, there is," I replied gently. "He wants me too badly. But he wants my
Chakotay looked doubtful.
"For some reason that I can't fathom, he has become fixated on winning me,"
I said. "That gives me at least a small advantage."
I thought of Dax for a moment then realized that, once again, Barrows had
"What is that witchy little smile for?" he asked. He was smiling himself.
"You almost make me feel sorry for him."
"You should," I replied. My heart was pounding. Chakotay's nearness and that
smile were making me feel like doing many things that were not a good idea at
the time. "I'd better go."
He responded by pulling me flush with his body holding me close enough to
feel every muscle and to know how keenly interested he was in me at that
moment. He brushed his lips across my temple.
"No," I moaned starting to struggle. "We can't... not now."
"I know... I know, shhhh," he said. "I just need to hold you for a moment."
I was melting. My own control was beginning to wane. I caressed the muscles
down his back and pressed closer. I wanted his kiss so badly. I needed that
hard mouth against mine and his tongue subduing mine. But the thought of my
intruder jolted me back to reality. I firmly disengaged.
Chakotay closed his eyes and took a few deep, slow breaths.
"If it will help, I will make him pay," I said.
"It only helps a little," he replied. "Go. Kathryn, please. I'm not quite as
strong as I thought."
I wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything besides moaning
his name, pulling off my clothes and demanding he take me on the floor. That
wouldn't do, so I stumbled out the door.
"Janeway to Kim," I said much more stridently, than I should have.
"This is Kim," I could hear the confusion in his tone.
"Where are you?"
"My quarters with Tom."
I squeezed my eyes shut trying to blot out the images of their young, naked
bodies entangled together. "Understood. I'm on my way."
"Yes, Captain!" he said brightly.
"Belay that, Mr. Kim," I said quietly. "It will be a visit from the Captain."
There was a brief pause.
"Understood," Kim replied.
They were dressed when I arrived, but their faces were flushed with spent
passion. I could see the red marks on Tom's neck where Harry bit him. This
was in my opinion, so unfair to me. First, I had to give up a primed and
ready Chakotay. Next, I'm missing out on making a Janeway sandwich. Q is
damned lucky that he is immortal, I thought.
"Dear ones, we'll have to take a break from each other -- or actually from
me," I said. "Until our 'guest' moves on, I don't want to risk your lives."
"We aren't afraid of him," Tom said to Kim with less certainty than I
expected. "Are we?"
"This has to be my fight," I said. "I'm the one he's after and that protects
me from his wrath for now. You must not interfere."
There were silent. There wasn't much that could be said.
"If he turned either one of you into frogs, I'd never forgive myself or you,"
I said making a brave attempt to smile.
I moved to embrace Kim then Tom moved in behind me. They squeezed me tight
for a moment. Both of them were ready for more, but I couldn't give it to
them. They let me go, then I left.
The emotional intensity of the afternoon was absolutely draining. I was
actually looking forward to having a long hot bath then going to bed alone.
When the door opened, there was a flash and I found myself outside in the
woods of New Earth. I was in a dress I often wore there, and my panties were
gone. The shack was just as we left it. I could smell dinner cooking inside
the warmly lit interior. Just beyond, my bathtub was still intact and Q was
relaxing in chest high steamy water.
"Send me back," I said with a studied calm.
"Kathy, sometimes you do disappoint me," he said. "Elements of your fantasy
life are more those of a giggly school girl than my passionate, headstrong
"All the more reason to send me back," I replied.
"I just don't understand what appeal Chuckles has for a woman like you," he
said petulantly then began to sponge himself.
"One of the many reasons why you are wasting your time with me," I said.
"Now, send me back."
"Very well, then," he replied tossing aside the sponge. "I'll give you what
Suddenly, I was pressed against a tree. Q's form had changed. It was the
familiar heavy, muscular weight of Chakotay's body which held me. The touch
was the same -- even the scent of his skin. In that vulnerable state, the
effect was nearly overwhelming me.
"I can be anyone you want," Q said in Chakotay's softest, most provocative
voice. "Do anything you want."
His hands were in my hair. He was tilting my head up. Our gazes met, then my
insides went cold. The amazing mixture of warmth and strength and wry mirth
were not there. I saw cold calculation in their depth.
"It won't work, Q," I said very quietly. "There is more than form to what
makes a being who he or she is. You will not succeed this way."
"Then, there is a way," Q said brightly. He was also back to himself. I was
back in my quarters. The relief nearly caused my knees to buckle.
"What does it take, dear Kathy?" He asked.
I walked very close to him and stared into his eyes with my most Mistress-sy
appraisal. "More than I believe you are capable of doing. Complete surrender
and absolute obedience," I said. The purr in my voice was not intentional.
That just happens when I say one of my favorite phrases.
"What in blazes does that mean?"
"Figure it out for yourself," I replied then left. I decided to sleep in my
Ready Room. I left the bridge monitor on so I could at least hear Chakotay's
voice as I drifted off.
He began appearing everywhere after that. At first, these visitations were
random but had a routine logic. He pestered Tuvok often because of our
lengthy history. He kept after Chakotay in an effort that was more geared
at annoying him than getting information. But then the appearances began
to focus on my circle. There was Kim and Paris separately at the resort. He
cornered B'Elanna in engineering. Even the delectable Ensign was not spared
interrogation. That I would have enjoyed seeing. I'm certain that Q left
much more confused after than he was before.
The Circle was having a difficult time reining in their annoyance and
impatience. I met with all but Chakotay to calm them.
"So, he's learning about the Circle," Tom said. "You're not thinking of
letting him in, are you?"
"The Mistress reigning discipline on an immortal," I said half to myself.
"Not even Barrows can claim that."
"We have enough now," Tom persisted. "It takes too long for the rotation to
get back to me already."
I eyed him ruefully. "For your selfless concern for your fellow slaves, I
believe I will hang you on a hook upside down, jack you off and see if you'll
choke on your own cum."
Tom blushed and his eyes flashed into mine. "Any attention from the Mistress
I wanted to kiss him, but if I tasted any part of him, I'd want to tongue
him in his entirety. With a little concentration, I shook myself back to the
matter at hand.
"Patience, dear ones," I said. "Trust me. This will be over soon."
I looked at their luscious faces then took a deep breath. "I want you all
to have a salacious evening. You can re-enact it for me when the crisis is
They gave me a sullen "Yes, Mistress." I left them and headed for my quarters
Another flash and I was at the Club on Earth. From the faces I saw there
it would have been when I was in Starfleet Academy. Q was at my side in
postulate wear -- naked with a collar. The leash was in my hand. I was in
For a moment, I savored the sweet warm breeze that rustled my hair. I thought
about going to see Barrows alive and vibrant once more, but I didn't move. I
glanced at Q whose eyes were cast down in an attempt at submissiveness.
"I will not play along here, Q," I replied. "On my terms or not at all. Did
you learn nothing from my others and the logs?"
"I thought the surroundings would please you," he said quietly.
"If I trusted you more, I might have believed you. This is manipulation."
I dropped my end of the leash. "The Mistress will not be manipulated. We go
back now or you will proceed no further."
We were back in my quarters. Q was shackled standing near my bed naked. His
penis was inordinately large -- inhumanly large. Bigger than any humanoid
I've ever heard about. It was fully erect and looked like a staff.
"If you aren't going to be realistic, this is doomed right now," I said.
"Yes Mistress," Q said. "I'll try another which may be to your liking."
The penis transformed. I stared at it for a moment unwilling to trust what I
was seeing. But it was what I thought it was -- Curzon's distinctive member
in perfect form and, no doubt, potency. The fury hit me like a hot blast of
I walked along side him and whispered in his ear, "Do you know what slaves
fear more than the wrath of a Mistress?" I asked.
"N-no," he replied.
"Her Ambivalence," I replied cooly. "This session is over. Get out."
"What?" He flashed to stand in front of me as I stormed into my living room.
"You aren't going to lash me for my impudence? Flail me raw like you do
"No, you have not earned my attentions," I replied. "You have not sought
permission for anything tonight. Even my most stubborn conquest was able to
kneel and beg for service."
He stood still with a bemused look on his face. "I, a Q should kneel before
a tiny humanoid woman just because she looks fascinating in animal hides?"
I walked around him slowly. "Because you want to, pet. Because you need to
find out exactly what I can give you; how I can take you out of yourself with
"You've already admitted a fascination with what I do. I can see your desire
very plainly. While you are flesh, you are a slave to it, Q," I said. "And
well on your way to being a slave to me. Let it go, pet. Stop trying to
always be in control and let someone else take over."
"How can I?" he said with genuine exasperation. "I'm immortal, I don't know
how to not be in control."
"Pity," I whispered. My lips were centimeters from brushing his chest. I blew
the fine hair on it and gave him goose bumps. He inhaled sharply.
"Kathy..." He said miserably.
"I beg your pardon, postulant," I replied sharply.
"Mistress," he said. He lowered his eyes.
"You can't control your flesh, Q. Give it to me," I said. "Now, my
exasperating one, on your knees."
Q began to sink to his knees. He didn't look at me.
"Bend over and rest your right cheek on the carpet. Clasp your hands behind
your back," I said. It was quite amazing to me that he was being so very
I traced the outline of his spine with the end of the riding crop. He was
breathing deeply. I moved it slowly along the crease of his ass thinking
about where to begin.
"You wish to serve me?"
"Prove it to me," I said.
"How?" he was incredulous.
"I will not wrench my arm from my socket on skin that cannot feel pain from
my lash," I replied. "Give me a whip that you will feel, now."
For a long moment, nothing happened. Then my riding crop felt different in
my hands. It was heavier by a fraction and seemed to radiate a force from
"How ironic you should choose Picard's gift." I murmured.
Q's mouth twitched half a smile.
"On his behalf and mine, I shall enjoy this," I whispered. I raised the
riding crop high over my head and swung downward. Before I could connect,
I smiled triumphantly. He reappeared seconds later wearing the full out
leather Master's outfit.
"How do they do it, Kathy," he demanded. "How do they submit to the pain and
"They get me in return," I said. "Besides, I didn't touch you."
"I am an immortal," he said indignantly. "I can fully imagine what it would
be like -- I lived every painful, humiliating blow in the instant before you
reached my sensitive skin."
"I see," I replied. "Well, you may go."
That's the only way you'll concede?"
"That's right," I purred. "And you know you want to surrender to me. It
"There must be another way," he said. "And I'll find it."
"And you will always wonder about what you missed," I said.
The immortal Q looked uncertain. I felt gloriously powerful as he flashed
out of my sight. The riding crop remained unchanged from when Q altered it.
I would have to keep it away from the others.
The rest of that encounter with Q is a matter of ship record and too trying
for the chronicles here. The heavy damage Voyager sustained during the Q
continuum war kept me too busy, then too tired for rewarding Chakotay in
what promised to be an incredible performance piece. We repaired the ship
and drifted back to our routines.
However, a footnote must be added. Days afterward, he returned without his
son. The appearance was in my quarters as I was reading in bed.
"You have started something that I cannot get out of my mind," he said.
"Even tormenting Jean-Luc about you did not satisfy."
"No, it wouldn't," I replied. "He knows the force you are dealing with."
"What do I do?"
I smiled at him. "When you are ready, there will be no question. Goodnight,
He nodded thoughtfully then disappeared.