Page 29 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“Your bodyslave is correct, Mistress Serenai,” Robbi agreed. “And you should probably wear the fire and ice dust as well. That way you can show that you are prepared to punish him if necessary, even if you do not actually plan to do so.”
Serenai looked troubled.
“But…but that means I’ll have to wear one of those dresses that shows all my forbidden places!” she exclaimed.
“You’d probably have to do that anyway, to look like a proper Yonnite Mistress,” Brax pointed out. “Please don’t worry, little one,” he added, putting a hand on her arm to calm her down. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ll even help you find the right dress and put the fire and ice dust on your nipples if you want me to.”
“Actually, the new trend around Opulex now is to put fire dust on both nipples and to put the ice dust just inside the top part of the Mistress’s slit,” Robbi interjected helpfully. “I have seen many Mistresses do so, though of course, Mistress Bloodlash preferred simply to use her pain whip on disobedient servants.”
“Really?” Serenai looked nearly panicked now. She shook her head. “I can’t…I don’t think…it’s too much!”
Then she fled from the food prep area, leaving Brax to stare after her.
20
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.
