Hey, BBs, sorry for neglecting 'Reasons'. I have it written with probably 2 or 3 chapters left to go but I have yet to edit it at all. So in the meantime I thought I might post this story that I started a while ago as a gift to my lovely followers. It's a prompt that Sokona the Unethical Vulcan and Valyria took up and I decided to take a stab at. I don't know if anyone is going to like this shit ( mostly because in typical daymare-ish fashion it's not formally beta'ed) but here I go again. This is for Valyria the cool, Sokona the wicked and LibraWriter whom I've found to be very amusing and a regular reviewer.

Here it is:

Prompt: Spock and Uhura experiment with Romulan Bondage with interesting results!
Requirements: Smut, smut and more smut
suggestions: Angst, dirty talk, dubcon, possibly OOC Spock, strange bondage equipment, D/S
bonus points (in no way required): alien genitalia, BDSM club scene, caught in the act

" Seriously though, I don't know how you do it Uhura. I can barely get through Vulcan and you're slamming down not one, not two but three dialects of Romulan! I'm not kidding when I say you're making the rest of us look bad."

Nyota smiled into her mug as Cadet Natalie Prydudd gushed over her phonology III midterm results.

Everyone knew that she was the top of her communications class but with these latest test results she had scored the highest in Romulan proficiency than anyone else in academy history.

Her 99.5% grade was outrageous compared to the 70% and 80% all the other communication majors had received. Uhura's advisor had practically begged for her to stay on course and not dump them for the Command track but Nyota let him know he had nothing to worry about there.

She wanted to be on the bridge but not as a captain, well, at least not yet.

A position aboard the USS Enterprise as her chief communications officer was her motivating goal...not that being assigned to serve alongside a certain Vulcan officer didn't have its appeal.

This particular commander had been top of his class too, a stellar scholar as well as tall, dark and incredibly handsome. Tapped to be Captain Pike's number one, Spock was well on his way to being the one of the most decorated and accomplished graduates.

Nyota planned on being more than proficient with her translations and communiques because she had a feeling that the view her station would afford her (of his post) would become something of a distraction.

" Oh please, you all are doing great, I'm really not all that good, I'm studying under a tutor myself." she said after gulping the last of her tea.

At this her other classmate Victoria Devon stopped nibbling at the carrot she was half heartedly eating as she stared at Prydudd's chocolate dessert.

" What's this? You? Needing a tutor? Quit joshing me. It's not Commander Spock is it, handsome devil he is? If not, you need to cough up that number because we would certainly like some help too if you're not going to form some sort of pity study group for us." Devon smirked.

Uhura patted her face with a napkin, hoping the cloth would cover the rush of blood that was flooding her face. What to tell them? What to tell anybody? She made it no secret that she was studying with a Romulan but 'how' she studied with him was another matter.

She cleared her throat and gave her own little grin, this one about her ' secret, sensual' way of learning Romulan before effectively beating around the bush to thwart off attempts to contact him for lessons of their own.

" No, it's not Spock, he doesn't give lessons outside of class. He has some ethic thing about if he doesn't discuss it in class it's something that the student should take on themselves to learn because he'll make sure to provide us with everything we need to for being a member of starfleet. I would have loved for him to have taken me on though..." she sighed, setting down her mug and popped open the seal on her seaweed crackers.

Devon looked on in interest while Prydudd wrinkled her nose at the sharp, salty smell. She offered them both to help themselves as she continued on.

" My tutor's actually kind of gruff and barely took me on as is. I think it was a cultural thing."

" Cultural thing how?" Natalie asked combing her fingers through her faux hawk hair. Though the Australian had been asked many times by those higher up in the ranks to change her style ( it was seen as too rebellious) but it was tame enough when laid flat to fall within regulations, much to the vexation of her instructors.

" He's a native of Romulus. He's a former commander that defected towards the end of the Romulan War."

Both girls stopped munching on the saltines the moment Romulus hit their ears.

" A Romulan! Are you shitting me? Here in San Fran? Whoa! How much do they resemble Vulcan's up close and personal?" Devon swooned.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about the many times she had replaced the Romulan Voleh's face with that of the Spock's during their sessions. The brows were courser, and the ears more like the ancient mythical elves of earth, pointing back instead of curling forward but to imagine him there,...teaching her the way Voleh did...it was eerily similar.

" Pretty close but Vulcans are way more attractive. This Romulan is a pretty effective teacher though. He helped me brush up on the first two dialects and we're hopefully wrapping up the third sometime before finals."

Curiosity wetted, the two girls continued to poke and prod Nyota for more information but she refused to divulge anymore than she already had. The more they learned the closer they would be to the truth she was trying so hard to mask.

Spock, being physically unavailable due to regulations and seemingly emotionally inept from his alien origins left Uhura pining for a man that was totally off limits to her,...not that it stopped her from finding someone to scratch the itch that the Vulcan had put under her skin though.

Voleh, thought much older than Spock was still in his prime.

Dark brown eyes bright with intelligence set above a hawkish nose and very sharp cheekbones. His chiseled build was dusted in a fine layer of chestnut hair and tattoos littered the rest of his body closely resembling those that were inked on his face.

Strangely enough he only get the tattoos after he had left Romulus saying that he was both annoyed with being constantly mistaken for a Vulcan and missed his homeworld.

Ny had to admit that he was a gorgeous male specimen but no matter how fine or how smart that cheeky devil Voleh was, he would never be Spock.

And Spock was who she wanted.

" Fine, you won't spill anything right now, but a couple of drinks tonight will loosen that talented tongue of yours and have you singing all about this Romulan, Ny!" Devon teased as she nabbed another crisp, shouldering her bag and waltzing away.

Uhura snorted and rolled her eyes. " That's right, I'm a regular stool pigeon for all your Romulan needs."

Natalie stood and waved her off. " See you tonight, I'm booked for the right of the day with all my physics classes."

" No problem, I have a few papers I need to review before I turn them in. See you later."

Nyota continued to stay at their lunch table and edit her papers there, much to Spock's delight.

He had been eating his lunch on the tier above and thanks to his superior hearing Nyota and her fellow classmates had given him a surprising form of entertainment. He lifted his mug and watched Nyota reading as he slipped his tea. It had been a very enlightening conversation, one that he was dissecting at that very moment but where to start?

The fact that Cadet Uhura was studying under a Romulan had arrested his curiosity but that she so desired to have him be her current tutor's replacement was quite alluring as well.

Spock had kept all conversations he cordial and carefully neutral ( lest she find his true feelings out) but there something about the comfort and ease in which she spoke to him suggested that her interest in his company may go beyond weighing philosophical merits.

And to hear that she did in fact think of him outside of his class and favorably so flooded Spock with particular kind of warmth.

It was no mystery to Spock that the vast majority of the student body here at the academy considered him unnecessarily austere with rigorously regimented curriculum but Nyota had not once complained about it.

She had veritably flourished in his classes, passing each course with the highest marks among her peers and was only rivaled by the young prodigy Chekov in a few.

She sought him out for explanations on each incorrect answer, seeking to never again fall pray to it. Uhura was driven in a way that did nothing but beguile Spock in thinking that she would ever feel as enchanted and tempted towards him as he felt for her.

He was on his feet and walking down the stairs to her tier, an invisible string pulling him irresistibly closer to the woman he hide his fawning over. At least he hoped it was a latent infatuation.

" Cadet Uhura?"

The young woman in question snapped her attention from the PADD lying on the table to her Vulcan professor. Spock watched as she softly exhaled into a small smile. His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt his throat constrict at the same time he tried to swallow. The gesture had been fairly expected but knowing a little of what he knew now, the smile had stolen his breath.

" Yes, Commander Spock? How can I help you?"

" I could not help but over here, Cadet, that you are under the tutelage of a Romulan. Do you find your present agreement with him agreeable?" he asked holding his empty mug to his chest. Her eyes followed the cup and then roamed over a good deal of his torso before lingering on his brows.

" As agreeable as it can be, sir, he is Romulan."

" Exactly my point." he said placing his tray waste station to free his hands. He held his mug behind him in his typical fashion with his hands behind his back, taking on the air of concerned professor. " I am not sure associating yourself with such a highly disputed species such as a Romulan would reflect well upon you or your studies."

" He's an ex-pat, Commander not some covert agent out to get me. As for my studies if you're in fear of them falling to the wayside I can assure you that my tutor is very strict educator. Even with a 99.5 on my midterm exam he's sure to be livid because I didn't get a full 100 and punis..disciple me for it."

Spock's thick brow raised at her slip of the tongue and pressed her further. " I believe you meant what you were originally trying to say, punish, cadet. Standards for Romulan pupils are far more severe than any of the federation citizens that you could study under, the exception being Vulcans when it comes to the bars for achievement. Where my people would strive for educational discipline through enlightened methods our more...expressive cousins would demand it through means I am not sure I would want you to endure."

He was sure though. Entirely certain that he didn't want her to endure any sort of penance that the Romulan would be quick to exact on her. He was especially wary of this character because of the Romulan military practice of bodily discipline called Terrolah Yokur.

It was rumored around Starfleet that the Imperial fleet of Romulus submitted all recruits to the 'art' as a way of sorting out who was better suited for military service or Tal Shiar but the Vulcans knew the truth of the matter. Terrolah Yokur was more deeply entrenched into Romulan society than the federation would care to know.

No he thought grimly, she shouldn't run the risk of subjected to the alien perversion. It took all his mental control not to profess his inappropriate feelings towards Nyota and pursue the Africa miss like he truly desired too but that tutor may have no qualms in withholding his attraction towards his student.

Spock had waited far too long for her to be available for courting and possible bonding for her to be fouled by some barbarian.

" It's okay, sir. We have a contract between the two of us that ensures things don't get out of hand. Thanks for your concern though, it's...sweet." she said as she gathered her items into her knapsack.

She rose from her chair and stood beside him. Spock gave a circumspect look about the cafeteria before favoring her with a small smile. When she smiled back he had to tamp down the urge to touch her cheek.

He so desperately wanted to know what she was thinking as she looked at him so adoringly. How frustrating it must be to have no telepathic connection through touch, to be alone with your own thoughts inside your head and to never share them with another.

He was sure that's why human were so promiscuous, sex being one of the few forms of touch where humans feel a connection between themselves. Spock was confident that if they were able to meld that they would be much less like to sleep around like Vulcan. His brow wrinkled when he thought about the Deltans and Betazoids. Humans could fall prey tactile romances like them but that was neither here nor there since they were tele-null.

Spock looked down at the cadet who was still smiling up at him and felt himself soften. Nyota. His perfect, little scholar. Wait for me, he implored within his mind, wait for me and I will have you as soon as I can.
" Could I escort you along to your next class, Cadet?"

She shook her head and pointed off towards the west gate. " My stellar cartography class was canceled today. I'm actually headed off to meet up with my tutor."

" Then I will escort you to his office."

She shook her head furiously. " Oh no, I mean, I don't trouble yourself Commander. To the bus stop will be just fine, thank you."

Spock was now profoundly interested in her studies with this character. Uhura would not be forthcoming on this matter so he would have to be just as elusive as she to get the information that he wanted.

" Please after you, Cadet." he gestured with a nod of his head. Because wherever she went he would be sure to follow.

After parting from Uhura at the bus stop. Spock stepped into the neighboring Charles Tucker III building and observed her through the first floor stairwell window.

She looked around nervously before boarded the southbound 64 bus towards midtown San Francisco. Spock hurried out and hailed a taxi flitter.

" Please follow that bus." He said removing his jacket and neatly folding it into his bag. The cabbie nodded and kept a two car gap behind the large hoverbus. Nyota emerged 10 steps afterwards slipping quickly into the crowd mingling on the sidewalk. He paid his fare and kept his distance as he tailed his student, made easy by his tall stature.

He found himself doubting this venture, what was he doing exactly? Following her until she reached her private lessons and then what? He sighed and decided to take Pike's advice and 'play it by ear'. How illogical.

She entered an ornate looking storefront that Spock found himself very reluctantly following her into.

Inside the black and fuschia shop, tables and shelves were littered with whips, floggers, restraints and dildos.

Spock froze in horror as he realized that he had just walked into a sex shop. He turned on his heels to walk right back out when he was reminded that Nyota had told him she was going to meet her tutor. Where was she by the way?

He spun in a circle looking to spot her among the strange and gaudy adult toys but she had disappeared after Spock had turned his back.

" She going to meet him here?" he murmured in disbelief. " Why?"

In his hesitation, the shopkeep had shimmied over to him. Spock kept his face neutral as he took in the man before him. Or woman, he wasn't entirely sure.

The creature was quite shiny and was dressed in high glitz. Her makeup caked face was framed by flaming red hair that was teased into a huge cloud of curls. Her heavily muscled build was squeezed inside of a black vinyl dress and ballet heeled boots completed the ensemble. Spock was equally fascinated and disturbed as he stared at the lecherous looking queen.

" Well, hello there! Aren't you just a sulky glass of gorgeousness. Welcome to Pandora's Box, is there anything that I can help you with? Lube, vibrators, cock ring sizing?" she asked nibbling on one of her claw-like acrylic nails.

" I was with a young woman that just entered her. Where did she go?"

She pouted her blood red lips puffed out like some terran sea creature. " Oh Ny-kitten? She's in Vini, Vidi, Vici right now acting out a scene with Voleh. Are you here to watch them play today?"

" Yes, I'm here to watch her." He replied frowning. She was acting and playing with the Romulan? This was very troubling indeed.

" Ok, then care-bear, follow me." the manager chirped leading the way to a curtain located behind the counter amazingly graceful in the 6 inch heels affixed to her boots.

Drawing the fabric open, the shopkeeper pointed down a set of stairs. " Scooch your buns down this corridor here and they'll be in the 3rd room on your left. There's a window there for your viewing pleasure and a two way comm for any requests you may have for the Voleh to act out with Ny-ny. Oh yes and be sure to clean up on any little messes you may end up making." she said with a lude wink.

" Of course. Now if you would excuse me. " he said briskly brushing past the colorful diva.

" By all means, sugar. I hope you enjoy the show!" She shut the curtain and darkness engulfed him until his vision adjusted. There were ropes of LED lights lining the steps and floor which Spock trailed until he made it to the third door.

Bawdy mews, groans and screams accompanied him down the hallway but thankfully none of them were Nyota's or came from the third door.

As he approached the door cycled open revealing a tiny, dim room containing nothing more than a chair, a wastebasket and roll of paper towels placed on top of a hypocan of cleaner.
Spock ventured in looking at the window and fixed his gaze on stage on the other side. The Romulan stood tall in front of a chair where Nyota was seated speaking in low tones over her, something about how pretty she looked today and how that would still not keep her from her punishment.

He only had a glimpse of her slender one on either side of the chair's front legs and heard her reply in an even tone that she was ready to face it as a proud recruit.

" Ah that is the game that you wish to play, Stelam? The recruitment selection? You humans are so funny to me with your perpetuation in myths and legends. Fine, then, Stelam. That is was what we will play. I don't know why you always insist that I play the brute."

" Before you begin, I have a new safe word."

"Oh? Tell it to me and I shall commit it to memory."

" The safe word is Spock."

The Vulcan whose name she used sat down with a controlled thud into the chair staring at his shoes for answers. Had she seen him following her? Did she know that he was watching?

When he looked again he gave an audible gasp as the alien male stepped away uncovering Nyota's nude form, blindfolded and bound in complex series of rope knots. She was more beautiful bare than he had ever daydreamed before, which he did so on 278 different occasions. Not that he had counted...

" Fascinating."

The Romulan circled her form and Spock felt his fist clench at his side. That should be him, not that disgusting Romulan that had no right to her. He huffed a bit but kept his cool.

Coming here after the cadet had lead him into a situation he had not planned on this afternoon.

Indeed he found himself at an endpass as for what to do. Barge in, stay out of sight and not mention it or somewhere in between?

Before he could decide on the best course of action, Voleh's voice broke his concentration.

" Stelam, we begin."