Captain Synon has a problem. She has less privacy than anyone aboard her spaceship, but she also has a fetish too strange and scandalous to risk discovery. In fact, she's so paranoid about her crew finding out about her kink that she won't even indulge herself in her stateroom. Its doors can be opened in an emergency; and if anyone caught her in the act, she might throw herself out an airlock from sheer embarrassment.
After a raid destroys their colony, a small ship of humans flees into space, desperately searching for a new world to replace their stolen one. Just as their supplies are running out, they find what seems like paradise: a lush green planet with a breathable atmosphere and no natural predators. Well, there is one predator, but the humans don't…
This is her secret. Captain Synon is a submissive, but not the kind who craves whips and chains and physical restraints. She hungers for mental control; and she needs it to be so tight that for a while, at least, she can forget she was ever a captain and just enjoy being a mindless, obedient puppet.
On earth she can scratch her itch pretty easily; all she has to do is visit her favorite erotic hypnotist. But right now the Captain is on a First Contact mission twelve light-years away from home, and there's no dominatrix in sight. All she has is a hypnosis program hidden deep in her shuttle's databanks and the security of a decontamination chamber. Her program is less convincing than a real person, but it will do in a pinch. Besides, she has total privacy in here; no one can see her behind the dec-chamber walls. No one can breach them, either, since the walls don't drop until the decontamination process is complete. This is the one place on board the Ilium that Captain Synon feels totally safe.
After all, what happens in decon stays in decon…doesn't it?