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  But somehow she had wanted to do it herself.

  It’s just because he’s a challenging submissive—I’m the only one I can trust to do it right, she told herself. He’d overwhelm almost any other Mistress, especially a shy one like Lady Tandy.

  She did her best to put the big Kindred out of her mind as she came into the center of her home. The vast, round living-space was already buzzing with activity, she was glad to see. There were house droids everywhere, trundling back and forth, serving tall flutes of fizzing pink zazanberry wine and tumblers of pale blue Varoquein spirits. Mistresses were standing around chatting with their body- slaves in tow and nibbling the expensive hors d’oeuvres Neh’sa had ordered flown in from across the planet and Maximus, her butler-slave, was bustling about making sure everyone’s glass was full.

  The living space was one of the rooms placed around the skylight at the top of her building. It was decorated in lapis lazuli tiles etched in gold. A brilliant shimmer-light chandelier hung from the high ceiling like a dying star, throwing sparkling radiance over everything. There were comfortable couches and chairs around the perimeter but in the very center of the room was a deep pool filled with carnivorous Banda fish fed daily on a diet of fresh meat. The tiny fish which strobed rainbow light through their slender silver bodies were as gorgeous as they were deadly.

  In the center of the pool was a small golden island just big enough to fit three people. A delicate golden-filigree bridge led to it over the pool and Neh’sa saw that Lo’im and Lady Tandy were already in position there.

  Lady Tandy was gorgeous in a pale pink gown of finest Xantham silk which was diaphanous enough to show her breasts and nipples clearly. Her skirt was slit in the middle and her tiny pink panties barely covered her plump pussy mound. Across from her, Lo’im knelt submissively. His dark head was bowed and he was wearing only a pair of tight white leather trousers which molded seductively to his firm ass and muscular thighs.

  Neh’sa saw with a little twinge that her old submissive’s strong throat was bare. For almost the first time since he had come to her house, Lo’im was without a collar. During the ceremony, lady Tandy would put her own collar on him. Indeed, Neh’sa saw that she was holding a small flat golden box clutched nervously in one hand. No doubt the collar she would place on Lo’im was inside.

  Neh’sa permitted herself a small sigh as she looked at the lovely picture they made. It reminded her of her own first Devotion Ceremony, almost ten years ago.

  If only Heloth, her first body-slave, was with her now—if only he was still alive—how different her life would be! Though she had lost him so many years ago, the old pain still throbbed in her breast and she sent a prayer heavenward that his spirit was resting in peace.

  “Ah, my lady has arrived,” Maximus exclaimed upon seeing her. “Please if you would Mistresses, let us come to attention for my Lady Neh’sanna who will officiate at the Devotion Ceremony of Lady Tandy and her new body-slave, Lo’im today.”

  “Thank you Maximus.” Neh’sa inclined her head gracefully and traversed the little golden bridge to stand on the island in the center of the pool with Lo’im and Lady Tandy. The two of them glanced at her nervously and she could see the eagerness in both sets of eyes. But she had trained Lo’im well, he returned his gaze submissively to his new Mistress’s little pink shoes rather than looking up into her face.

  The crowd in the living area grew quiet and all eyes turned to the island where the three of them were standing. Neh’sa lifted her chin and spoke in a low but clear voice meant to carry to the very back of the room.

  “Friends thank you for coming,” she said. “We are here today for the Devotion Ceremony between my own dear Lo’im and the lovely Lady Tandy.” She looked fondly at Lo’im. “From the moment I first bought Lo’im at auction, I knew he was going to be one of the best submissives I had ever trained. He is kind, gentle, obedient, and yet I know he will be fiercely protective of his new Mistress.”

  There were murmurs of assent and Neh’sa could see a flush of embarrassed pleasure rising along Lo’im’s high cheekbones. Truly, he was a lovely specimen of malehood, his dark good looks well matched to Lady Tandy’s blonde beauty.

  “Lady Tandy,” she continued, “is a kind and patient Mistress. Though she has never owned a body-slave before, I knew the moment I interviewed her that she would be right for Lo’im. She has promised to never beat or mistreat him and to never use the pain collar or any other form of agony nerve conduction device on him so long as they both shall live.”

  Neh’sa raised her head and looked over the crowd.

  “This is a promise I extract from all my perspective Mistresses, for though our society considers males the inferior sex, this does not mean they should be hurt, misused, or abused,” she said. “A well tended male will be faithful and loyal to his Mistress all of his life, so long as she treats him right.”

  There were murmurs from the crowd – some of agreement and some of dissent. Neh’sa knew that not all of her guests agreed with her views on how to treat body-slaves, but she never missed an opportunity to make her feelings known on the subject. It was important that her fellow Yonnites learn to see the intrinsic value of the males who served them and stopping the use of the pain collar, which was cruel and inhumane, was one of her main goals.

  When the murmurs had died down Neh’sa placed one hand on Lo’im’s broad, bare shoulder.

  “Lo’im,” she said, “I give you to this woman to be your Mistress. Will you pledge her your devotion? Will you promise to honor her, love her, pleasure and serve her willingly all the days of your life?”

  “I will.” Lo’im looked shyly up at his new Mistress.

  “Very good,” Neh’sa said gently. “Then you may go to her.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Lo’im bent his head respectfully to place a chaste kiss against the thin panel of Neh’sa’s panties for the last time. It was a goodbye to his old Mistress and, as he leaned forward to place a much more passionate kiss on Lady Tandy’s soft little mound, he signified his allegiance to his new lady.

  Lady Tandy bit her lip and shifted her hips, an action which tugged her tiny panties even lower, baring more of her pussy slit for her new slave. It was a subtle motion and one Neh’sa doubted anyone in the crowd could see, yet it sent a clear message to Lo’im which the body-slave reacted to eagerly.

  As his new Mistress’s pussy came more into view, he wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her plump outer lips. His tongue slipped deep into her folds, tasting her hungrily, as Lady Tandy tried desperately to hold back a moan. Her legs trembled with the pleasure Lo’im was giving her and for a moment she was forced to grip one of her new slave’s broad shoulders to keep her balance.

  Neh’sa smiled to herself. Oh yes, these two were well suited. They would probably spend the entire first night of their relationship with Lo’im buried between his new Mistress’s thighs.

  It made her sigh with longing and remember her own first body-slave again—remember how they had spent so many nights wrapped in each others arms, loving each other. If only Heloth had lived! But then if he had, she would be a different woman with a different life and Lo’im and Lady Tandy would never have found each other.

  At last the body-slave pulled back, his full lips shiny with his lady’s juices. He licked them slowly, as though savoring her flavor and dared to look up and meet Lady Tandy’s eyes. She met his gaze, blushing and trembling, before finally turning back to Neh’sa who resumed the ceremony.

  “Do you, Lady Tandy, promise to treat your new body slave with kindness and compassion befitting a true Mistress all the days of your life?” she asked.

  “I will,” whispered Lady Tandy, her cheeks going pink.

  “Excellent.” Neh’sa nodded. “And do you have the collar?” she inquired.

  “I… I do,” Lady Tandy murmured in a trembling voice. Fumbling a bit with the ornate golden box in her hands, she finally managed with a little he