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SERENAI

“Hey, little one. What’s wrong? Do you want to talk?”

Brax found her in the bedroom, where she’d gone to hide. Serenai was in the one they had slept in the night before— not her mother’s room, which she was now firmly convinced was haunted.

She was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. It wasn’t a very comfortable position but it made her feel safe—as safe as she could be, anyway, in this crazy planet she’d been dumped on after her mother died.

“Hey,” Brax said, sitting down beside her when she didn’t answer. “ Come on, just talk to me. Are you really that worried about dressing like a Yonnite Mistress tomorrow? Because you are a Yonnite Mistress now, you know.”

“I know.” Serenai’s voice was muffled because she had her head on her knees. She looked at him at last. “ I just… I feel like such a fraud,” she murmured.

“A fraud? What do you mean?” The genuine concern in the big half- Kindred’s face touched Serenai .

“Well, I mean, I see how the Mistresses parade around Opulex ,” she said. “ Showing off their bodies is a sign of wealth and privilege. And I admit, part of what makes me upset is that I wasn’t raised that way.”

“Not if modesty and purity were two of the most important things they taught you at that Convent ,” Brax said dryly.

“It was modesty, purity, and integrity ,” Serenai stressed.

“ And I can’t help feeling like I’ll be lying in a way, if I get all dressed up and pretend to be what I’m not.

I mean, I don’t even know about my own body!

” Shame at her ignorance made her want to cringe as she spoke.

“ I just don’t feel comfortable acting like something I’m not. ”

“Would you like me to teach you?” Brax asked quietly. “ I know they kept you in the dark at that Convent , baby, but maybe we could shed a little light on the situation.”

“Teach me? How ?” Serenai looked at him hopefully.

“Well, the same way my old Mistress taught me,” he said, shrugging. “ But I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave your modesty at the door,” he added. “ I can’t teach you the different parts of your body—your ‘forbidden places’—unless both of us can see what we’re doing.”

Serenai bit her lower lip. Should she take off her clothes and let her new bodyslave teach her the knowledge she was missing?

It seemed extremely naughty and forbidden—but no, that was the Convent teaching holding her back again, she told herself.

She couldn’t go her whole life ignorant of her own body!

And if she was going to have to show it off and dress like a real Yonnite Mistress , she wanted to know exactly what she was showing.

“Yes, all right,” she said at last.

“Good.” Brax nodded. “ I have to get something and then I’ll be back. Why don’t you put on something that’s easy to take off—or maybe something that’s easy to open,” he added. “ That gown looks gorgeous on you, but it covers way too much.”

“I’ll look and see what I can find,” Serenai promised.

She knew there were a few things in the closet of this new room because she’d seen them earlier.

Presumably her mother’s own closet had gotten too full and she’d had to use some of the other storage in the house to keep all her clothes in order.

“I’ll be back soon,” Brax promised and left.

Serenai went to the closet—not nearly as big as the one in her mother’s room—and was glad to see there was a selection of new clothing with tags still on them. She chose what would have been considered an extremely scandalous outfit that consisted of a gauzy red top and panties that matched.

The top fell just above her thighs and was made of a silky, see-through material that clearly showed her breasts and nipples under it. It tied between her breasts and that one single bow was the only thing holding it closed.

The panties were even more scandalous—they had a long slit, right up the middle. Two little drawstrings on either side would hold the slit open if they were pulled but for now, Serenai left the slit closed.

Just knowing she was so exposed was enough to make her shiver. In the Convent wearing anything even half as revealing as this would have gotten her thrown out at once.

But I’m not at the Convent anymore, she reminded herself. And I’m not going to stay ignorant just because that’s how they raised me!

Just as she was trying to convince herself that she absolutely wasn’t ashamed of what she was wearing, Brax came back in the room carrying something. When he saw what she had on, his pale eyes went wide and he gave a long, low whistle.

“Oh, don’t! I know I look shameful!” Serenai tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, her cheeks heating with a mortified blush.

“Hey, no baby—don’t do that!” Brax came to her at once and put one big hand on her shoulder. “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have whistled. It’s just—you look so fucking gorgeous with all your curves on display. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I… I do?” Serenai looked at him uncertainly.

“Yes, baby—you do.” He stroked her arm and, as always, she found that his warm touch soothed her. “ Look , I got what I was looking for. Come on, let’s get settled.”

He went to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind his back. Then he patted the space between his legs.

“Come on—come sit with me.”

He was still wearing just his long black sleep trousers and Serenai couldn’t deny that the idea of leaning back against his warm, bare chest was appealing. More and more she liked touching him and being close to him—he made her feel so safe .

She climbed onto the bed and moved to sit between his legs, just as he had asked.

Brax put his arms around her and held her close for a long moment.

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “ Just relax and we’ll have a little anatomy lesson.”

Serenai took a deep, trembling breath and did her best to do as he said. It helped that she felt completely surrounded by his big, muscular body—and that his deep voice was so calm and soothing.

“All right now?” Brax asked her. “ Ready to start?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “ I … I guess so.”

“Good. Now look.”

And he released something from his hand.

It looked to Serenai like some kind of large, mechanical insect.

It had a long, silver body and delicate wings made of golden lace.

It buzzed around their heads and a moment later, she was watching a projection of herself and Brax —almost like a mirror—which had appeared a few feet in front of them.

“Oh—what’s that?” she exclaimed and saw the surprise on her own face.

“A projector bug,” he told her. “ I saw it in your mother’s things. It allows you to take pictures of hard-to-reach areas. But in this case, I’m going to use it to help us get a better view of you .”

“Of me?” Serenai squeaked. She wasn’t sure if she liked this idea or not.

But Brax seemed unperturbed.

“Yes, you. Look at yourself—really look ,” he urged her. “ You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Take in your beauty.”

Serenai allowed herself to look at the projected image of herself. She saw a girl with warm brown skin wearing a gauzy red outfit that showed all her forbidden areas. And yes, she admitted, the girl had a pretty face, but also her body was on display in a very distracting way.

“I just… I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” she said at last. “ You can see all my forbidden areas!”

“To start with, let’s stop calling them ‘forbidden areas,’” Brax said practically. “ Look —these are your breasts and they’re beautiful.” He untied the top and spread it open, baring her completely.

Serenai blushed and would have covered herself but he stopped her.

“No, baby—look,” he directed. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands. “ Look how full—they fill my hands to overflowing,” he rumbled softly. “ And these are your nipples—look how tight they get when I do this…” Gently , he thumbed her tender peaks.

His gentle touch sent showers of sensation through Serenai’s whole body and she gasped and arched her back, involuntarily pushing her breasts out further.

The girl in the viewer a few feet away, did the same and Serenai couldn’t help thinking that she did look beautiful—beautiful and wanton and somehow in need of something…though she wasn’t sure what.

“Oh, Brax !” she moaned as he continued to circle her nipples lightly. “ Oh , why does that feel so good?”

“Because the Goddess made your body to receive pleasure, baby,” he murmured and tugged lightly on her tight peaks, making her moan and writhe against him. “ She gave you these parts to make you feel good. If you don’t use them, it’s like a slap in her face.”

Serenai had never thought of things that way before. All she’d ever heard was how wrong and dirty and nasty it was for a girl to touch her forbidden places—or to let anyone else, besides her husband touch them. But now Brax was giving her a whole new perspective.

“Why do I seem to feel it between my legs when you…when you touch my breasts?” she asked him breathlessly. Because the pleasurable sensations were definitely traveling from her tight tips down to the place between her thighs.

“Probably because playing with your nipples helps your little pussy get wet and ready,” he growled softly.

“Wet? Really ?” Serenai pressed her thighs together nervously.

“Yes, baby. The same way my cock leaks precum when I’m turned on,” he explained. “ Your pussy gets all wet and slippery inside—that’s to help ease the way when a cock slides inside you. But it’s also good just for when you’re touching yourself,” he added.

“Oh, I never—” she began.

“Yes, I know—you’ve never touched yourself before because those nuns at the Convent convinced you it was bad,” he murmured. “ But it’s not bad—it’s natural to give yourself pleasure. Here , let’s take a look at your sweet little pussy and see if she’s ready to be touched.”

And reaching between her legs, he tugged at the little drawstrings on her panties.