Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Hello! Mistress of Silks?” La’ver’na called.
At once another unicorn woman swept through the door and came to stand behind the counter. She looked a lot like La’ver’na except her eyes were a gorgeous sky blue instead of gold. Also, her hair was a flowing, curly mane that hung down to the small of her back instead of being up in a bun.
“Yes, Priestess? How may I help you?” she asked respectfully.
“These three are new converts,” La’ver’na said, sweeping out one arm gracefully to indicate Celia and Hold and Fierce. “They must be dressed accordingly.”
“But of course—all of you come with me.” The Mistress of Silks nodded briskly and went back through the doorway.
Shrugging at each other, Fierce and Hold and Celia followed, with the two Kindred keeping her between them for safety. La’ver’na brought up the rear and soon all of them were in the back room.
It was a much larger space than Celia had expected and hooks studded the wooden walls. Hanging from each hook was a light, gauzy piece of silk big enough to be a dress like the one La’ver’na was wearing. The silk came in many different colors—white, black, green, gray, blue, yellow, red, and orange. But there was no purple—maybe because it would make it too easy to blend in with the enormous leaves of the Mother Tree, Celia speculated.
“Now choose your color—I think a lovely red would look good on you,” the Mistress of Silks said to her. She lifted a gauzy piece of silk off a hook that had been dyed a deep scarlet and held it up under Celia’s chin. “Yes—just perfect!” she exclaimed.
Celia smiled.
“Thank you—red is my favorite color!”
“Because it looks so good on you, of course! Try it on, my dear! Do try it!” The Mistress of Silks clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh, uh—here? Is there a dressing room?” Celia looked around uncertainly.
“Oh—are you modest? I’m afraid you’ll need to get over that,” La’ver’na told her. “Here in the Sisterhood of Peace, we display the bodies the Goddess gave us with pride.”
“Oh, uh…of course.” Since there was nothing else she could do, Celia started stripping as quickly as she could. She just wanted to get the silk dress thing on as fast as possible so she wouldn’t be naked for long.
She got down to her panties and was going to leave them on, but La’ver’na stopped her with a frown.
“Wait—you cannot have anything between yourself and the holy silk!” she commanded. “Besides, how can your worshippers pleasure you with a barrier in the way?”
“Oh, um…I guess you’re right.” Feeling more nervous than ever, Celia pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She could feel Hold and Fierce looking at her and she knew that they had seen her naked before, but that had been in the dim privacy of the tent. Here she just felt exposed. But at last, the Mistress of Silks dropped the scarlet piece of silk over her head.
It wasn’t really made like a regular dress, Celia thought as she put it on. It was more like a rectangular tablecloth with a hole in the middle for her head. Her arms stuck out the sides and the Mistress of Silks wrapped a golden sash with long silky tassels around her waist to secure it.
“Now then—let me just arrange the worship slits,” she murmured to herself and began fussing with the front of the dress. Celia bit her lip as she saw that there were indeed slits in the red gauze gown—two in the front for her breasts and one that went right up the front of the dress, from the bottom hem all the way to her waist. The Mistress of Silks opened all of them so that Celia’s breasts and pussy were completely on display.
“There now! Perfect!” The Mistress of Silks stepped back, smiling at the result.
“Um…” Celia fought the urge to cover herself. It felt so unnatural and wrong to be so exposed like this! Especially in front of strangers she didn’t even know! “Do…do I need to wear it like this all the time?” she asked La’ver’na and the Mistress of Silks, both of whom were admiring her in the new gown. Hold and Fierce were clearly admiring her too—the looks on their faces made Celia’s cheeks get hot with a blush.
“Well, not all of the time, but it’s best to give your worshippers free and easy access to your body,” La’ver’na told her. “That way they can pleasure you and also suck the pleasure drops from your nipples when you begin or end a journey with them.”
“Uh, pleasure drops?” Celia shook her head.
“Yes—pleasure drops. They are tiny drops of sweetness which a goddess’s breasts produce,” La’ver’na explained, rather impatiently—as though she already ought to know this.
“But…my breasts don’t produce anything like that!” Celia protested.