Imani wished she could leave them that way and not wear them at all. At the moment she was still wearing her regular, modest Earth clothing consisting of a button-down blouse and a pencil skirt. But she could already see that Kat had been right about how the Yonnites dressed. All across the opulent lobby, she saw women wearing the most elaborate—and skimpy—outfits she’d ever seen.
They’re all dressed like Vegas showgirls, she thought, watching as one Mistress walked by in a jewel-encrusted bikini with a long, trailing train made of feathers. She—like most of the other women—had a large, muscular body-slave trailing behind her on a leash attached to the thick black pain collar around his neck.
The pain collar was something all the male slaves seemed to be wearing—for some it was their only piece of clothing, though others had on either tight black leather trousers or black speedo-looking bottoms that clearly showed the bulge of their cock. Imani couldn’t help wincing as she watched one Mistress point a small remote at her slave and use it, punishing him for some minor infraction.
“Bad boy, Treav!” she exclaimed. “You must behave!”
The slave—a tall, hulking male that outmassed her three times over—winced and went stiff as the collar activated his pain receptors. A sound of pure agony was drawn from his lips.
“Mistress…” he gasped, his face turning purple. “Forgive me…please.”
Mercifully, the display was brief.
“Very well, don’t do it again.” The Mistress pressed the remote again and her bodyslave sagged in relief. “Now thank me for your punishment,” she demanded, frowning at him. “You know I only do it to keep you in line and help you be a good boy.”
The slave’s dark eyes flashed but his voice was impassive as he spoke.
“Thank you for my punishment, Mistress,” he said mechanically. “I know it’s for my own good.”
“It most certainly is!” the Mistress said, nodding decisively. “Now come along, Treav,” we can’t stand here loitering in the lobby forever.”
She gave a tug on the leash and the two of them started off again, crossing the vast marble lobby in brisk strides with the bodyslave staying a respectful three feet behind his Mistress.
But not all the slave and Mistress interactions Imani saw were quite so brutal. Just to her right, as she left the reception desk with the thick packet clutched to her chest, she saw a young blonde Mistress who looked like she couldn’t be older than her early twenties. Her slave was positively huge next to her petite frame—it was easy to see, because she was sitting on a circular padded bench upholstered in plush pink and gold velvet and he was right between her legs.
“Now, Karn,” she exclaimed, giggling as her huge bodyslave buried his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply, as though breathing in her scent. “Stop it! You know you mustn’t kiss my panties in public unless we’re being announced somewhere!”
The bodyslave lifted his head, his eyes flashing.
“But my Mistress,” he rumbled. “I just love to make my obeisance to you. How else can I show my reverence?”
“Well…” The girl bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe just a little kiss then. If you must.”
“I must.” The bodyslave’s deep voice was a low, needful growl. “Spread your legs, Mistress, and let me show how much I love and respect you.”
With a little moan, the girl did as he said. The bodyslave sat back for a moment, as though savoring the sight of her panty-clad pussy and Imani saw that the panties he was so intent on kissing were tiny. Nothing but a wispy triangle of pink silk covered the girl’s sex.
The tiny triangle had gotten pulled down so that the young Mistress’s plump pussy lips were clearly visible above the lacy edge. They had parted slightly, showing the bud of her clit like a little pink pearl.
“So fucking gorgeous,” the bodyslave growled hoarsely. He met the girl’s eyes for a moment. “Thank you for allowing me to honor you, Mistress.” And then he dived in, his lips landing not on the panties, but on the girl’s sensitive, exposed clit.
“Oh…Oh!” she gasped and wove her fingers through his thick hair. “Oh, Karn—that’s not…not my panties,” she gasped, but Imani noticed she wasn’t making any move to push the huge bodyslave away. In fact, she spread her thighs wider and tilted her hips, as though to give him better access to her pussy.
Nor did the huge bodyslave seem to be in a hurry to finish his “obeisance” to his Mistress. He stayed between her thighs, licking and sucking and even thrusting his tongue deeply into her pussy, clearly intent on driving her right to the edge of orgasm even though the two of them were in the middle of a hotel lobby in public.
It wasn’t until the young Mistress was panting and moaning and seemingly about to come that the bodyslave pulled back, his lips and mouth shiny with her juices.
“Oh…” His Mistress writhed uncomfortably. “Oh Karn, for a minute there when you were paying your obeisance I felt so close,” she told him. “I wish you hadn’t stopped!”
Her bodyslave smiled and licked his lips, clearly savoring her juices.
“I’ll pay my obeisance to you again—much more thoroughly—later, Mistress,” he promised thickly. “Maybe even without your panties in the way.”
“Oh, Karn!” The girl’s blue eyes widened. “I don’t know—what would Mother say about that?”
“She doesn’t need to know,” the bodyslave assured her. “After all, didn’t she buy me for you so that you could have a gentle, obedient male as your first bodyslave? I’m only showing you the proper way a bodyslave acts with his Mistress.”
“You are very gentle and sweet.” The young Mistress stroked his cheek lovingly. “You’re the best bodyslave a girl could ask for as her first, Karn.”
“I’ll be your first in every way, Mistress,” he growled softly, taking her soft little hands in his and
