Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Look, Lilliana…” Her mother gave Lilli a stern frown. “Until you have a new bodyslave trained to your liking, you must handle him often. He has to get used to your hands on his body—he must submit to your touch without any kind of hesitation or flinching. Did you see the way he twitched away from me when I touched his shaft?”
Actually, Lilli hadn’t noticed that. She’d been too busy feeling sorry for the big Kindred, who’d had a stony look on his face, as though he didn’t really enjoy being stimulated. Of course for her, it had been a different story—he had come alive at once under her touch.
Which was kind of what she was afraid of. What if he got hard again, when she washed him? Would that be proper? And what if he spilled his seed?
She didn’t know much about that—but she’d seen it in the porno vid one of her friends at the convent had smuggled in after a visit home. The Sisters had found the vid of course, and confiscated it. Then all visits home had been cancelled for a whole six months as punishment for everyone who had watched it.
Most of the girls had been devastated but not Lilli, since she never got to go home anyway. In fact, she hadn’t seen home—her mother’s home on the outskirts of Opulex, which was located at the very top of the huge building her mother owned—until a week before, when her mother had come to get her.
“…so you must do a thorough job. Do you understand?” Lady Mirabella demanded.
Lilli’s thoughts had been wandering but now she snapped back to attention.
“Yes, Mother,” she said quickly, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she’d just agreed to do.
“Good. Now, look here.”
Her mother took the pain collar remote and pressed some of the buttons—though not the big red pain button, Lilli was relieved to note.
“There,” Mistress Mirabella said at last, handing it back. “That will make certain he can’t touch himself and he can’t touch you. Later you can set it so that your slave can massage you and do other things for you, but until he’s trained, it’s best to keep it at a non-contact setting. Only you can touch him and he won’t be able to lay a finger on either his own equipment or you without getting a nasty jolt.”
“All right.” Lilli nodded and took back the remote. She supposed it was a good safety feature to have. It would keep a rebellious bodyslave in line and keep a Mistress who wasn’t quite sure of him safe.
“Now take care of him and get the both of you ready,” her mother ordered. “You only have a little over an hour before guests will begin arriving. Oh, and don’t forget to oil his shaft and put a stay-hard strap on him. I want that impressive endowment of his on display tonight—Lady Paddlepants will be so jealous!” She smirked, clearly anticipating the jealousy and discomfort of one of her best friends.
Lilli felt her mouth go dry. She’d never oiled a slave’s shaft before—or fitted one with a stay-hard strap. For that matter, she’d never touched a naked male and washed him all over. How was she going to manage all this?
But her mother was already turning away to get ready in her own rooms on the other end of the vast penthouse suite.
It looked like Lilli was on her own.
Five
Karn was beginning to feel sorry for the little female. She could hardly meet his eyes and she looked scared to death when her mother had ordered her to bathe him. And when she’d further ordered that Lilli must oil his shaft and put him into some kind of contraption to keep him hard at the party they were having that night, his new little Mistress had looked so terrified his heart melted in sympathy.
Too bad I can’t offer to wash myself, Karn thought, as she led him through the elaborate suite of rooms which were clearly hers. But of course if he did that, he would be admitting that the remote was as fake as the collar he wore.
They went through a sitting room with rose-gold velvet plush Synthian furniture and then through a bedroom dominated by an elaborately carved white four-poster bed made of rare gnoss ivory. Finally they entered a cavernous bathing chamber made of expensive hurtha marble. The marble was a deep blue, shot through with swirls of silver, white, and gold. The effect was that of the galaxy laid out on the walls, Karn thought. A space-scape in the confines of a fresher.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, looking around. All the fixtures on the shower and the huge tub were pure gold and the bathmats were woven of tengu grass which lived off the water that was dripped on it and sprouted tiny flowers when it was stepped on with wet feet.