Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Oh, er…” Sky frowned as she looked down at the palate—she supposed it must be makeup for your breasts.
“Most Mistresses put the Fire powder—that’s this one—on their right breast,” Lil’ Choo said helpfully, indicating a fiery reddish-orange powder. “And the Ice powder on their left breast.” He pointed to a pale, silvery blue powder which was almost the same color as Sky’s eyes. “That way if your body slave is naughty, you can punish him by making him suck the Fire powder off your right nipple and when you think he’s had enough, you can allow him to suck the Ice powder off your left nipple to give him some relief,” he added.
“Oh—is that what it’s for?” Sky said, frowning in surprise. “To punish your bodyslave?”
“Well, of course! And for fashion’s sake too, you know—you can’t go into a major party without having your nipples coated in some kind of stimulant!” Lil’ Choo exclaimed.
“But how do I know the stimulants won’t hurt me?” Sky demanded. “This is a really sensitive area, you know,” she added, nodding at her bare nipples.
“Oh, you dab some of the protective unguent on first, of course! That way the Fire powder won’t burn you and the Ice powder won’t freeze you,” Lil’ Choo explained. “Would you like my help?” he added, holding out a brush and a small bottle, which presumably contained the protective unguent.
“No thank you—I can do it myself.”
Sky thought about protesting more about wearing strange substances on her naked nipples, but if it would make her look more like a real Mistress and make Mistress Hottalot take her seriously, she could put up with it.
Taking the brush and bottle from Lil’ Choo, she painted her nipples with the unguent, which was clear and sticky and had the consistency of brytha honey. Then she picked up another brush and dabbed it in the red powder.
Her sensitive nose caught a whiff of peppery heat and she was a little apprehensive when she first brought the brush to her nipple, but she didn’t feel a thing except the soft bristles whispering across her sensitive skin when she dabbed it on her tight peak. Feeling relieved, she dabbed some more until her entire right nipple was a deep reddish-orange.
She repeated the process with the pale, silvery-blue Ice powder on her left nipple. Then she handed the brushes back to Lil’ Choo.
“Would you like to paint some of the Sweet powder on your pussy slit, Mistress Sky’lar?” he asked respectfully, indicating a bright purple powder on the palate. “Many Mistresses find it gives their bodyslaves, er, extra incentive when it comes to kissing their undergarments, if you know what I mean.” He winked suggestively, his long, pink eyelashes fluttering.
“My Mistress doesn’t need to put anything on her pussy to make me want to kiss and taste her,” Torin growled, joining the conversation. “Her natural flavor is sweet enough for me—more than sweet enough.” He met Sky’s eyes and gave her a half-lidded look in the viewer that made her stomach go tight and trembly for some reason.
“You heard my bodyslave,” she told Lil’ Choo, doing her best to conceal her reaction. “I don’t think I’ll need any of that.”
“No, I guess you won’t, Mistress.” The little man was eyeing Torin again with wide eyes. “But speaking of your bodyslave, he can’t go to the party like that,” he added.
“What? What’s wrong with his outfit?” Sky demanded. She wasn’t going into the venue without Torin—he was her partner in this case and he’d been working on it long before she had. It wouldn’t be fair to leave him behind.
She didn’t stop to consider how her attitude towards the big Kindred had changed. He had proved he had value in her eyes—clearly he was different from the Serpentine males she was used to.
“He even has a leash and collar,” she pointed out to Lil’ Choo.
“Yes, as all bodyslaves should,” the little man said primly. “But the problem is, it doesn’t show his shaft. You can’t bring a bodyslave—no matter how big and impressive he is—into a major party with a covered shaft. Why, it simply isn’t done.”
“Really? Does he have to be naked or something?” Sky stared at the little man blankly. What kind of freaks were they here on Yonnie Six?
“Oh no—that shouldn’t be necessary,” Lil’ Choo said quickly. “Just open his trousers and pull out his shaft. You can tuck the flaps in to make it look like he’s wearing proper body-slave attire. I can show you if you like.”
He was already reaching for the waistband of Torin’s black leather trousers and Sky could see the frown on the giant Kindred’s face. There was a low, menacing growl rumbling in his throat—this wasn’t going to end well if she didn’t intervene.
“Stop!” she exclaimed, holding up a hand. “Nobody but me touches my bodyslave,” she added, stepping up beside Lil’ Choo and brushing his hands aside.