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“Yes, constantly.” Turg nodded. “In fact, if we hadn’t been in such a hurry to get to the milking farm for the meeting with my Queen’s business partner, we would have changed into traveling clothes. Really, coming all this way in feasting clothing was most inappropriate.” He shivered, as though the breach of dress protocol really bothered him.
“Okay, well let’s see what you have for us,” Andi said, nodding.
“I’ll lay out your outfits on the sleeping platform if I may?” Turg raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
“Yes, of course. Thank you.” Andi nodded graciously and the little male came forward and began to drape the various pieces of clothing in his arms over the floating mattress.
Thrax watched, frowning as he produced a black dress with a low-cut top and pink trim for Andi. Right beside it he placed a pair of trousers with the crotch and ass cut out—Thrax could guess who those were for.
His stomach seemed to turn to ice as he looked at the trousers. They were exactly like the ones the Mistress had made him wear so long ago.
We must show off your shaft, beautiful boy, whispered her voice in his head. It’s so big and hard—we need to keep it standing at attention at all times. And maybe if you’re very good I’ll stroke it for you…
He pushed the memory away and was relieved when Andi protested.
“Hey—what’s going on with these?” she demanded, picking up the trousers. “Why are they crotchless?”
“Why because—my Queen and her business partner must be able to see your male-wife’s equipment before they make any kind of deal with you.” Turg looked surprised that she would object. “Also, you need to be able to reach him—both for manual stimulation and for tail placement.”
“For what the fuck did you say?” Thrax demanded. There was a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach but he tried not to give in to it.
“Tail placement,” Turg repeated. “All male-wives at the milking farm are required to wear them. It reminds us that we’re not any better than the milkers and the studs because we’re all just males. See—even I wear one.”
He turned to the side so they could see and for the first time Thrax noticed that the back of the little male-wife’s trousers was missing. Long, silver strands of a “tail” were hanging down behind—clearly they were attached to something that was buried inside him.
Thrax felt another surge of dismay as memories came crashing down on him like heavy, suffocating waves.
You have to get used to me touching you here, my beautiful boy. No part of your body is off-limits to me. I own ALL of you. So just relax and let me make you feel good…
“I’m not wearing a fucking tail,” he grated out, glaring at the other male. “No matter what the fucking protocol is!”
Turg’s eyes—which were a nondescript gray—opened wide.
“Oh, but you must! My Queen will refuse to do business with your Queen if you don’t! Why, she won’t even let you tour the facility if you’re not properly attired and tailed.”
Thrax felt like there was a fist clenching in his midsection—clenching and tightening up every part of him. Was he really going to be forced to do this—to wear the fucking tail?
It seemed so. This was their only chance to find out where Commander Kier was, he reminded himself—he was going to have to man up and do it.
“Fine,” he growled at last. “Give me the tail—I’ll put it in myself in the fresher.”
“Oh no—you can’t do that!” Turg looked even more shocked. “Your Queen must insert the tail!”
“Why?” Andi demanded. She was giving Thrax a worried look and he wondered if some of the distress he was feeling was showing on his face. He did his best to smooth out his features and look coolly annoyed instead of on the ragged edge of panic, which was how he felt.
“Well because no male-wife may touch himself intimately,” Turg said, speaking as though they ought to already know this. “I know the two of you are new to the Female-led way of life,” he continued. “But here on Salacious Delta, we believe that the male-wife’s body isn’t his own—it belongs to his Queen. She may touch him and give him pleasure or take pleasure with him, but he mustn’t touch his own body—not his intimate areas, anyway,” he added, blushing. “That would be wrong.”
“Well that’s certainly an interesting concept,” Andi said, frowning. “But are you sure I have to be the one to insert the tail?”
“Unless you want my Queen to do it,” Turg said, frowning. “But it’s also frowned on here for a Queen to touch another Queen’s male-wife intimately. Still, since you’re new here, she might make an exception.”
“No!” Thrax barked before he could stop himself.
Andi turned to him, wide-eyed at his outburst.
“Thrax?” she asked, turning his name into a question.
“I mean…” He took a deep breath. “If anyone is going to put a tail in me, I’d rather it was you than someone I don’t even fucking know.”
