Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
The Vionians had taken cruel advantage of Tessara’s submissive nature, warping it into something fearful and confused. But here, under Dr. Porter’s strict but fair guidance, she would learn to see her submission as a gift, a source of strength rather than weakness.
I very much wanted to marry Tessara, to claim her as my cosmic bride. But I only wanted to do so if she could be truly happy as my submissive wife. I would never leave her to a pleasure house against her will. My origin in the Collective had given me a profound understanding of the cosmic significance of the dominant/submissive dynamic, and I knew that for it to work as it should, it had to be embraced willingly by both parties.
Dr. Porter opened the door to his study. “Come in, come in,” he said, his voice jovial. “Let’s discuss how precisely you’re hoping I’ll mold Miss Tessara into your obedient bride, Mr. Gamma.”
Tessara
My blush had finally receded, after I had turned my eyes to the carpet so that I couldn’t see the illustrations on the wall, of young women learning painful lessons. Dr. Porter’s words brought the blazing heat straight back to my cheeks. To my horror, I heard Gamma’s handheld beep in his pocket as the tingle between my thighs told him—and, I felt sure, the headmaster—just how profound an effect the thought of my training as Gamma’s wife had on me.
My heart raced as I listened to Dr. Porter and Gamma discuss my future. Marriage? To Gamma? The idea had seemed impossible despite how frequently it had come up. I had thought it must just be the way Prosperians talked, as if every girl were a potential bride, and Gamma had simply gone along with it, intending to keep me as a concubine. Yet here they were, speaking of it as if it were a foregone conclusion. I felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the implications.
“You see, Dr. Porter,” Gamma was saying, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine, “I hope to find in Tessara a wife who not only submits to my will, but finds true fulfillment in doing so. Even when the lessons I must teach her are… painful.”
I couldn’t suppress a whimper at his words, images of the caning we had just witnessed flashing through my mind. Would Gamma discipline me that way? The familiar, confused knot of fear and excitement lit up my nerves.
Dr. Porter nodded sagely, his keen eyes studying me. “I see,” he murmured. “And you believe Miss Tessara has the potential for such deep submission? Certainly the medical findings were ambiguous—not excluding the possibility of such depth, I grant you, but also not confirming it.”
“I do understand that,” Gamma confirmed. “You must understand how deeply I think her Vionian servitude confused her. I believe she merely needs guidance, structure. The kind your academy can provide.”
The headmaster’s gaze sharpened. “Indeed. Well then, Mr. Gamma, if I’m to properly assess what we’re dealing with, I’ll need to examine the girl more thoroughly.” He paused, his tone becoming more clinical. “Please display Miss Tessara naked for me.”
I gasped, my eyes going wide as I looked to Gamma in disbelief. Surely he wouldn’t…
But Gamma was already nodding, his large hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “Of course, Doctor. Tessara, why don’t you stand in the center of the room, there, and I’ll unfasten your clothing so you may take it off, and the doctor may inspect you.”
I stood frozen, unable to process what was happening. The room suddenly felt too warm, too small. I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out.
“Now, Tessara,” Gamma said, his tone gentle but firm. “Remember what we discussed about obedience.”
On trembling knees, I advanced across the carpet, my eyes downcast to its complicated floral pattern.
“Let us sit down, Mr. Gamma,” I heard Dr. Porter say, “so we may enjoy what will be, I am certain, a very pretty sight.”
They sat in the leather-upholstered easy chairs that flanked the carpet, though I could only see their polished shoes and the dark fabric of their trousers. I heard a chime, and I felt my gown loosen at the neck and the waist. Then as if by sorcery, the fabric whispered as it fell away, pooling at my feet.
“All of it, if you don’t mind, Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Porter instructed, his clinical gaze sweeping over me.
I swallowed hard as I heard another chime, and I felt another loosening—at the neck of my chemise and the waistband of my drawers.
“Go ahead, sweet one,” Gamma said, his voice a little stern.
Closing my eyes, I slipped off my chemise and drawers. The air of the study felt cool on my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and legs. I stood there, naked and vulnerable, my arms instinctively moving to cover myself.