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SERENAI

“Oh dear, I just don’t know if I can go out looking like this in public!” Serenai looked down at herself doubtfully.

The gown that Brax had chosen for her was a deep scarlet color that looked beautiful against her brown skin. But it was so low cut in the front that it showed her nipples. And the slit in the center was so high it showed her panties—which were red, to match the dress.

“I know it’s embarrassing for you—not at all what you’re used to,” Brax said patiently. “ But it’s the kind of outfit Mistress Trembledamp is going to expect to see you in. Also , this design allows you to wear the fire and ice powder in case you have to punish me.”

“What an awful idea! I’m not going to punish you,” Serenai protested.

“Yes, I know that, baby. But you have to look like you’re ready to punish me—it’s the only way to be seen as a proper Yonnite Mistress ,” he pointed out.

“Yes, I know…” Serenai sighed as she looked at herself in the 3- D viewer. “ I just feel so…so exposed .”

“I’m going to be with you every step of the way.” Brax put an arm around her comfortingly. “ Now come on, have a seat so I can apply the fire and ice powders.”

Obediently, Serenai sat on the edge of the bed and watched as the big half- Kindred got the little kit with the vials of the spicy red and cooling blue powders ready.

She had known that this was coming. It was one reason she hadn’t complained when Brax had knelt before her in the shower that morning and carefully shaved away her soft mound of curls.

It made her pussy feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable—especially since the panties she had on didn’t even cover the top part of her slit—but it was necessary in order for her to wear the fire and ice powders properly. Still , just because she had to do this didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Now first we have the protective paste,” Brax murmured, kneeling beside her. He was so tall he had no trouble reaching her, even with him kneeling on the floor and her sitting on the bed.

He uncapped a tube and squeezed a generous amount of clear gel out onto one fingertip. Then he started spreading it on her right nipple, being sure to cover both the nipple itself and her areola.

“Oh, that’s cold!” Serenai complained, though to be honest, she liked the feelings his gentle touch was evoking. It amazed her that someone as big and powerful as Brax could be so tender and careful with her.

“It’s to protect you from the powder, little Mistress ,” he murmured as he continued to spread the gel over her entire tight peak. “ The fire powder has the strength of a thousand fire peppers in it. If it got onto your sweet, sensitive peaks it would burn you badly.”

“But I’m expected to make you suck it off me? Surely it would burn your mouth badly too!” she protested.

“If it comes to that, I like spicy food,” he said mildly. “ And I’d be more than willing to burn my mouth to suck your sweet nipples.”

“Brax!” she protested, feeling her cheeks get hot with a blush. Though he had touched her and she had touched herself last night, she still hadn’t allowed him to put his mouth on her forbidden areas.

She didn’t know why the idea of him doing that felt so naughty—especially considering that she had sucked his thick cock several times and loved the taste of his cream. Maybe it was just that she was still too shy to let him do it or maybe it was scary to give up that much control.

For whatever reason, his words made her press her thighs together tightly and her breath come short.

“Sorry, little one— I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he rumbled. “ I know you’re still shy about letting me taste you. I promise I won’t suck your nipples or lick your sweet little pussy until you ask me to.”

His hot, dirty words and the way he was looking at her, his pale eyes lazy with lust, made Serenai’s heart drum against her ribcage.

“Never mind that,” she said, trying to sound like a superior Yonnite Mistress . “ Just …just finish putting the protective paste and the powder on me. We don’t want to be late for our appointment with Mistress Trembledamp .”

Brax bowed his head respectfully.

“As my Lady wishes,” he murmured.

He finished covering her nipples with the clear gel and then, very carefully, he sprinkled both peaks with the flame-colored powder. It was made of many tiny crystals—red, yellow, and orange—and it really did look like fire, Serenai thought.

“All right—now it’s time to place the ice powder,” Brax told her. “ Spread your legs for me, Mistress , so I can put the paste on you.”

“But do I really need protection from the ice powder too?” Serenai objected. “ I mean, it’s not burning hot like the fire powder, is it?”

“No, it’s freezing cold. We don’t want your sweet little pussy to get frostbite—do we?” Brax raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

Serenai nibbled her lower lip.

“Er…no. No , we don’t,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Of course not. So just spread your legs like a good girl so I can be sure you’re protected.”

Brax spoke with such authority that she found herself doing as he said.

She spread her legs and was embarrassed to note that her pussy lips spread also.

The panties she was wearing were cut so low that it was obvious how wet letting him touch her nipples had made her.

Even the pearl of her clit could be seen, peaking out as though begging for attention.

At first Brax just spread the gel over the mound of her pussy. But then, when that was fully covered, he got another generous dollop of the clear, sticky stuff and slipped his fingers into her slit.

“Oh! Oh , Brax !” Serenai moaned, twitching her hips as he spread the gel over her inner folds.

“Hold still, little one,” he rumbled. “ Have to be sure all your most sensitive parts are protected. Here —let’s pull down your panties to be for sure.

” He suited actions to words as he spoke, tugging down her panties and baring her completely.

Then he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded again.

“ All right, now spread your legs wide like a good girl and let me be sure everything is covered.”

Serenai found herself obeying again, spreading her legs and moaning as he circled her aching clit, spreading the protective gel all over the inside of her pussy.

“But are you…are you really going to lick me there?” she panted as two thick fingers slipped inside her channel.

Brax frowned.

“No, probably not. But as I said, I want to be sure every bit of your most sensitive area is protected. I have to be sure your sweet little pussy is safe. What kind of a bodyslave would I be if I didn’t protect my Mistress ?”

Serenai couldn’t think of an answer. She could only moan as she watched his thick fingers pumping in and out of her pussy which was shiny both with the gel and her own juices.

When he was done, Brax withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. A low growl of pleasure came from his thick throat as he licked away her juices.

“Gods, you taste so good, little one,” he rumbled. “ Now let me just sprinkle the ice dust on your mound and slit and then we’ll get you back into your panties.”

Serenai lay there, panting, as he covered her pussy mound and the top of her slit—including her aching clit—in the icy blue powder.

She wished he would have made her come—she felt so achy and unfulfilled!

But their appointment with Mistress Trembledamp was coming up and they had to get over to the building she owned, which was on the other side of Opulex .

At last Brax finished and helped her put her red panties back on. Then he stood up and looked her up and down.

“There—you look just like a regular Yonnite Mistress ,” he said, nodding approvingly.

“Do I ?” Serenai looked down at herself again uncertainly. She supposed she did look like a Mistress , though it pained her to say it. She didn’t really want to live this kind of lifestyle. Though she had to admit, having Brax with her had made the whole thing much more bearable.

“You do,” he rumbled and leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “ You look perfect , Mistress ,” he assured her. “ You have nothing to be worried about or to be ashamed of.”

“Oh, Brax …” Serenai started to hug him but he caught her by the shoulders and held her gently but firmly away.

“Don’t want you rubbing the powder off,” he pointed out, nodding down at her flame-colored nipples. “ Come on, Mistress , or we’ll be late.”

“You’re right. Don’t forget the necklace,” Serenai told him.

“Already got it,” Brax assured her. He was looking like a proper bodyslave himself, she thought.

He had found a pair of black leather trousers and black boots to wear in her mother’s bodyslave cupboard and he also had on a kind of black leather harness that criss-crossed over his broad, muscular chest. And of course, he had on the black leather pain collar and Serenai was wearing the remote to it around her neck.

Together, they looked just like any other Mistress and bodyslave, she assured herself.

She was certain they were going to be just fine.

Mistress Trembledamp would be able to advise them about the bloodstone necklace and hopefully they would get to the bottom of the mystery of her mother’s death and the red-eyed beast that was stalking her.

It was all going to be so simple.

She had no idea how wrong she was or how very complicated things were about to get.