10. Phoebe

10

PHOEBE

"H ow do I look?" Phoebe couldn't quite keep the nervousness out of her voice as she emerged from the back of the long-range shuttle to show Sirex her "sexy slave girl outfit" as Kat had called it. They were in orbit around Salacious Prime and it was nearly time to land.

"Are you sure I have to wear this?" Phoebe had asked Kat, when she first tried it on. The top—if it could be called that—was electric green which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin. A fact which was obvious because it showed a lot of skin.

The top was a wide band that wrapped around her chest, just above her breasts. The band had many long strands hanging down from it. Some were made of the same shiny green fabric as the band but others were strands of golden beads and still others were made of some light, fluffy green and gold feathers.

It was this last type that worried Phoebe. The strips of fabric and strands of gold beads hung down and covered her fairly well. But the feather strands—and there were a lot of them—kept blowing around whenever she moved, showing flashes of her bra.

"Yes, you do, doll, but you'll have to lose the bra," Kat had told her.

"What? But then everything will show!" Phoebe protested. "Besides, I'm a triple D cup—I can't go running around without a bra on!"

"I'll give you some float dots to wear," Kat had promised her. "And don't worry about showing a little skin—this is actually one of the more modest fashions on Salacious Prime right now. I know—I did the research. Now, here…go put these on. And put on the skirt too."

And she had pressed a small box with the float dots —tiny antigravity devices that looked like ruby teardrops—into Phoebe's hand. The float dots, when worn under the breast, lifted it and caused it to float. They made even the largest breasts look positively perky and eliminated the need to wear a bra.

"The best thing is, you never have to take them off if you don't want to, so you never have to wear a bra again," Kat informed her once she had them on. "No more ‘over the shoulder boulder holders' for you," she added, laughing as she nodded at Phoebe's discarded bra. "Isn't it nice to ditch those straps cutting into your shoulders all the time?"

Phoebe had to admit that the float dots were much more comfortable and provided much better support, but they caused a new problem—now that her large breasts were so perky, her nipples poked out more than ever from between the strands. No matter how she tried to cover them, the minute she moved or if even the least puff of air came her way, the green and gold feathers floated up, flashing her bare breasts at anyone who happened to be looking at her.

The bottom of the outfit wasn't much better. It also had a wide band that wrapped around her full hips and the same kinds of strands—fabric, beads, and feathers—that fell straight down to her ankles. There were, at least, a tiny pair of green panties that went under the skirt, but they barely covered Phoebe's pussy mound. In fact, if she moved the wrong way, the panties shifted downward, revealing her plump outer lips and the top part of her slit. Thankfully, that area wasn't as visible because it didn't stick out like her breasts did, but it was still embarrassing.

There were no shoes to go with the outfit though—apparently women on Salacious Prime weren't allowed to wear them.

So much for fashion from head to toe, she thought, looking down at her bare feet critically. And do I really have to go around barefoot everywhere?

Kat assured her that she did—it was apparently the law on Salacious Prime to keep the women literally barefoot and pregnant.

"I'm afraid it's not a very progressive place, doll," she'd told Phoebe, when she complained. "You're pretending to be a Sex Slave after all, not a US Senator."

She had assured Phoebe that she looked amazing and reminded her that the "sexy outfit" she was wearing wasn't her most important article of clothing.

" This is what you need to keep on at all times," she said, fastening a collar of soft, pearly white velvet around Phoebe's neck. "From what I can tell in my research, this collar is what's going to keep you out of trouble."

"Keep me out of trouble? How?" Phoebe ran her fingertips over the velvety collar as she looked at herself in the 3-D viewer.

"They have a colored collar system on Salacious Prime," Kat had explained. "White means ‘pure and untouched.' It also means that no other man besides your ‘Master'—which is Commander Sirex—can lay a hand on you. So this…" She pointed at the collar. "Makes you off limits to anyone but him. Never take it off. There are a lot of grabby men on that planet and you don't want to be vulnerable to them."

"I'll keep it on at all times," Phoebe promised with a shiver. She didn't want anyone but Sirex touching her—especially not when she was wearing this revealing outfit. "But you said they had a whole system of colored collars—what do the other colors mean?" she asked, frowning.

"Hmm, well I know that yellow means any man who sees you can part your top strands and look at your breasts. And green means he can look at both your breasts and your hoo-hah, if you know what I mean." She nodded at the long strands of Phoebe's skirt. "Pink means any man can touch your breasts and red means any man can touch your breasts and also down below. Dark blue means you're available for anal play and black means you're open to anything at all."

"Wow—that's an elaborate system," Phoebe remarked.

"Yes, it is—so be sure you keep on your pure white collar. It'll keep you safe," Kat had promised. "No one but your ‘Master'—Commander Sirex—will be allowed to touch you."

Those words echoed in Phoebe's head as she showed her Salacious Prime slave girl outfit to her mentor. What would he think of how much skin she was showing?

"Well, do you like it?" she asked, since he hadn't answered her the first time.

"Hmm?" Sirex's attention had been fixed on the ship's control panel. He was already wearing his own outfit—which didn't look much different from his regular clothes to Phoebe. His black leather trousers, vest, and high black boots looked pretty much the same, except the vest had richly jeweled buttons running down the front of it—presumably to show his wealth—and the boots had golden buckles at the knees and ankles. There was also a long black cloak that fastened with golden clips at his throat, but she hadn't seen him put that part on yet.

"I said, what do you think? Do I look like I'll fit in down on the planet?" Phoebe asked, nodding at the green and purple ball spinning in the viewscreen.

At last, her mentor turned to look at her. His red-on-black eyes went wide as they raked over her exposed flesh…and then narrowed.

"I don't like it," he growled, frowning. "It shows too much."

"It's supposed to." Phoebe could feel her cheeks getting hot.

"You're too damn tempting," he argued. "I'll have to fight every male in the place to keep them off you."

"No, you won't. Because I'm wearing this." Phoebe pointed at the white velvet collar and explained the meaning behind it. "Kat says they have a whole system of colored collars on Salacious Prime," she told him. "Different colors mean different things."

"Oh?" Sirex raised an eyebrow at her. "Like what?"

"Well…" Phoebe could feel herself blushing, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. "Yellow, for instance, means any man who wants to can…can part the strands of a woman's top and look at her breasts, while a green collar means he can also part the strands down below to look at her…you know."

"What else?" he demanded. "I'm sure they have colors that mean touching as well."

"Er, yes they do," Phoebe admitted. She was regretting bringing up this topic but it was too late now. "A pink collar means any man can touch your breasts and red means he can touch you…between your legs."

"I see." Sirex frowned. "Go on. What does purple mean?"

"I don't think Kat mentioned a purple collar," Phoebe said. "But dark blue means you're into butt stuff and black means anything goes."

"Butt stuff?" He raised both eyebrows this time.

"Er, you know. Anal play." She was definitely blushing now and she was sure he could tell it.

"All right." He nodded again. "It's good to know what the different colors mean—it lets us both know how important it is for you to keep on your pure white collar at all times."

"Kat and I already talked about it—I'm never taking it off," Phoebe assured him.

"Good. Then since we're both in costume, it's time to land at the Prime Spaceport. Once we get there, I've hired a consultant to tell us what to expect and how best to maneuver in the Emperor's Court."

"A consultant? Who is he?" Phoebe asked.

"She is a woman who used to be a favorite concubine of the Emperor," Sirex said, frowning as he turned his attention back to the ship's controls. "Her name is Lady Scornfoot. She's retired now and one of the few women who have status on the planet."

"I can't wait to meet her," Phoebe remarked.

"Then sit down and buckle your harness—we're about to go into the landing sequence," her mentor told her.

Phoebe did as he said, trying her hardest to keep the strands of her top from parting and flashing her breasts as she did—which wasn't quite possible since the feather strands kept flying in all directions. She couldn't help noticing that Sirex's eyes strayed in her direction from time to time.

What was he thinking of her? And what was going to happen once they finally landed on Salacious Prime and she started "submitting" to him?

Phoebe supposed she was about to find out.