Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“I said, what do you think? Do I look like I’ll fit in down on the planet?” Phoebe asked, nodding at the green and purple ball spinning in the viewscreen.
At last, her mentor turned to look at her. His red-on-black eyes went wide as they raked over her exposed flesh…and then narrowed.
“I don’t like it,” he growled, frowning. “It shows too much.”
“It’s supposed to.” Phoebe could feel her cheeks getting hot.
“You’re too damn tempting,” he argued. “I’ll have to fight every male in the place to keep them off you.”
“No, you won’t. Because I’m wearing this.” Phoebe pointed at the white velvet collar and explained the meaning behind it. “Kat says they have a whole system of colored collars on Salacious Prime,” she told him. “Different colors mean different things.”
“Oh?” Sirex raised an eyebrow at her. “Like what?”
“Well…” Phoebe could feel herself blushing, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. “Yellow, for instance, means any man who wants to can…can part the strands of a woman’s top and look at her breasts, while a green collar means he can also part the strands down below to look at her…you know.”
“What else?” he demanded. “I’m sure they have colors that mean touching as well.”
“Er, yes they do,” Phoebe admitted. She was regretting bringing up this topic but it was too late now. “A pink collar means any man can touch your breasts and red means he can touch you…between your legs.”
“I see.” Sirex frowned. “Go on. What does purple mean?”
“I don’t think Kat mentioned a purple collar,” Phoebe said. “But dark blue means you’re into butt stuff and black means anything goes.”
“Butt stuff?” He raised both eyebrows this time.
“Er, you know. Anal play.” She was definitely blushing now and she was sure he could tell it.
“All right.” He nodded again. “It’s good to know what the different colors mean—it lets us both know how important it is for you to keep on your pure white collar at all times.”
“Kat and I already talked about it—I’m never taking it off,” Phoebe assured him.
“Good. Then since we’re both in costume, it’s time to land at the Prime Spaceport. Once we get there, I’ve hired a consultant to tell us what to expect and how best to maneuver in the Emperor’s Court.”
“A consultant? Who is he?” Phoebe asked.
“She is a woman who used to be a favorite concubine of the Emperor,” Sirex said, frowning as he turned his attention back to the ship’s controls. “Her name is Lady Scornfoot. She’s retired now and one of the few women who have status on the planet.”
“I can’t wait to meet her,” Phoebe remarked.
“Then sit down and buckle your harness—we’re about to go into the landing sequence,” her mentor told her.
Phoebe did as he said, trying her hardest to keep the strands of her top from parting and flashing her breasts as she did—which wasn’t quite possible since the feather strands kept flying in all directions. She couldn’t help noticing that Sirex’s eyes strayed in her direction from time to time.
What was he thinking of her? And what was going to happen once they finally landed on Salacious Prime and she started “submitting” to him?
Phoebe supposed she was about to find out.
11
PHOEBE
“No, no, no—that won’t do at all!” Their consultant, Lady Scornfoot, frowned as she looked Phoebe up and down.
“What won’t do?” Phoebe looked down at herself, mystified. She was dressed like most of the other women in the spaceport. It was a busy place with lots of people moving through it. The floor was some kind of shiny black stone which had been scuffed by many feet. The ceiling above was arched and someone had thought it would be nice to make it look like a fake sky with purple clouds and a red sun twinkling in the center.
Most of the women in the spaceport were dressed like she was—with one exception. Almost everyone she saw was wearing elaborate gold or silver jewelry around their breasts. It wasn’t easy to see because it was mostly hidden by the long strands of fabric, beads, and feathers, but there were flashes of it from time to time.
What made this breast jewelry most noticeable was the fact that a leash was usually attached to it. Everywhere she looked, Phoebe saw men leading their women around by a long gold or silver chain attached to their breasts. It was a shockingly misogynistic display and yet, when she imagined Sirex leading her around like that, the idea gave her a shiver of desire.
“What’s wrong with Phoebe’s outfit?” Sirex asked Lady Scornfoot, frowning. “She is dressed like all the other women here.”
“She has no breast harness—no nipple rings.” Without even asking, Lady Scornfoot—who was the only woman not accompanied by a man in the entire spaceport, at least as far as Phoebe could tell—reached out and pulled the strands of Phoebe’s top wide open.