Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“And I would far rather watch your bodyslaves undress than you,” Little Choo piped up, giving Saxon a lascivious grin which was met with a flat stare.
“So hurry up and get undressed, Miri—we don’t have all day!” Mistress Hottalot exclaimed.
“Oh, well…” Miri said uncertainly. She’d always been nervous and insecure about her body, but she supposed there was nothing to do but strip. After all, only Saxon and Lynx had any interest in her and they had both seen her naked the night before. True, it had been mostly dark, which had made her feel much more comfortable, but there didn’t seem to be any point in being modest.
Slowly, she began removing the bedraggled green and silver dress. She hadn’t liked it when she’d first put it on over a month ago and she didn’t like it now, but at least it had offered some coverage. It felt odd to stand in the middle of the wardrobe area surrounded by so many people in nothing but her underpants. Shivering, she crossed her arms tightly over her bare breasts. She could feel Saxon and Lynx watching her with barely veiled lust, which made her feel hot and cold at the same time.
“Take off the underpants too,” Lord Fancipants demanded.
But here, Miri balked.
“Not until you give me something else to wear instead,” she said firmly. “I’m not going to stand here stark naked indefinitely—I want something to put on!”
“Oh, very well.” Lord Fancipants made a motion to Mistress Hottalot’s assistant, Lil’ Choo. “Give me the moss green gown with the bronze appliqués. At once, please! Oh, but first—the undergarments.”
Oh good—she was going to get some undergarments! Miri felt a deep relief which ended abruptly when she saw what the little assistant had handed her.
“What am I supposed to do with these?” she asked, waving the two pieces of clothing with her free hand—the one that wasn’t covering her breasts. They were made of some thin, stretchy material and didn’t seem to have any color at all. She was sure if she put them on, they would blend right in with her light brown skin tones making it look like she was still naked.
“Must I explain everything?” Lord Fancipants exclaimed. “Those are the under-girdles—they give you support and make the dress-windows work properly.”
“Dress windows?” Miri didn’t like the sound of that. “As in…windows in my dress?”
“Just put them on, girl.” Jobus gave a longsuffering sigh. “He won’t be satisfied until you do.”
“But…I’m not sure how.” Miri looked at the flimsy see-through garments in her hand.
“It’s perfectly easy—look, I’ll show you. These are the underpants…” Lady Hottalot snatched one of the garments and started to help her put it on. But Lynx plucked it smoothly out of her hands before she could do a thing.
“Respectfully, Mistress Hottalot,” he purred. “No one touches our Lady but Saxon and me.”
“Oh, well…all right.” Mistress Hottalot nodded. “Go on, then. Help her into them.”
Lynx knelt at Miri’s feet and she couldn’t help thinking how graceful he was for such a big male. First he slipped his long fingers into the sides of her underpants and looked up at her, raising his eyebrows.
“May I, my Lady?”
“Oh, uh, I guess so,” Miri murmured, her heart pounding. She bit her lip as he slid her underpants down so that she could step out of them, baring her pussy and the tiny strip of black curls on her mound.
“So beautiful,” Lynx murmured, eyeing her appreciatively. He held open the tiny garment and looked up at her. “If you would care to step into these, my Lady?”
“Oh, yes—thank you, Lynx.” Miri felt a little breathless—there was something in his golden eyes that made her unable to look away. She stepped into the leg holes with one arm still over her breasts, though she used the other to brace herself on the big Monstrum’s broad shoulder.
Lynx drew the stretchy garment up her legs slowly, as though he was savoring the brush of his skin against hers. Miri had the sudden wish that he was partially-Shifted again, so she could feel his dense, velvety, golden fur against her bare flesh. She couldn’t help remembering how good it had felt rubbing against her throbbing clit the night before.
Finally, he got the garment in the right place—at least Miri assumed it was right. It was scarcely bigger than a pair of bikini bottoms and—as she had assumed—the fabric was so transparent that it simply blended in with her skin, making her look like she was still naked.
In addition, there was a vertical slit running down the front of it which corresponded exactly with the slit of her pussy. Miri was afraid it would gape open, but actually, the sides of the slit seemed to have adhered to her outer pussy lips, so at least it wasn’t in danger of pulling open and exposing her.