( All characters engaging in BDSM, fetish, or sexual activity of any kind are 18 years of age or older when engaging in such actions.)
( It is highly recommended to read at least Pt. 01 before reading any subsequent parts of this story, but for those who prefer to just jump in, below is one key informative paragraph taken from Pt. 01 -
Everyone appears female. Everyone has breasts. Everyone is groomed to the same feminine norms. Our voices are feminine. Society and culture are female dominated. The only way to distinguish between a true female with XX chromosomes and someone with XY chromosomes is by genitalia. Those with XY possess a small, barely functional penis, never developed, suppressed by levels of estrogen in the environment, and in diet. Limited sperm, capable of impregnation are produced by these fem-males, but actual ejaculation is very rare, and penis size is not sufficient to penetrate a female, even if an erection could be achieved and sustained. Sperm must be extracted by means other than traditional intercourse. )
Part 3.
Life continues.
A few weeks have passed since I was purchased at the slave auction.
Just as she said she would do, Mistress Sa'Sakara has directed a change to my daily routine. On workdays, I spend five hours at the archives engaged in transcription work. Once finished there, a ten minute walk brings me to the location of my next two hour commitment.
Today is no different, or so I believe.
With a gesture, I sweep my waist length jet black hair backward with both hands, over my shoulders, and then I knock gently upon the door to Sa'Selena's apartment. Sa'Selena is Mistress Sa'Sakara's colleague. I do not yet know the full nature of Sa'Selena's association with my Mistress - it is not my place to ask, but, naturally, I am curious. I'm here to tutor Sa'Crystal, Sa'Selena's daughter. Sa'Crystal is nineteen - a year older than me. She needs help with the goal of passing the colony math proficiency test, a thing which I have already accomplished. When I'm with Sa'Crystal, I feel... something, a lightness of heart? I think she feels it too. She and I have agreed that when in private together, we will simply use our names without societal designators. When alone, we are just Crystal and Michelle.
The door opens slightly and two sparkling blue eyes peer outward at me from within a tousled mass of long pink hair.
"Ys'Michelle! You're here," Sa'Crystal exclaims as she swings the door open fully. She looks to see whether anyone else is nearby.
She grabs my arm and proceeds to yank me inside.
"Yep, I am indeed," I laugh softly. "How are you today?" I reply warmly.
She hugs me and I hug her back, wincing a little though I try to conceal it.
"I'm good!" she replies, but she notices the wince.
"What is it?" she asks.
We're still standing close together. I open my robes a little and lean forward so that she can peer inside.
"Oh my god," she exclaims, "I mean, wow, that must hurt," she offers sympathetically.
"Though it is kind of hot... I mean... sorry," she trails off.
"It's ok," I respond with a wry grin, "I'm glad you approve."
I think back to yesterday evening when Mistress took me to a salon which she favors. Once there, she instructed the artisan on duty to pierce both of my nipples with the same type of ring that I wear through my septum to denote my nature as Ys'. The nipple rings, though black instead of white, are, otherwise, simply slightly smaller versions of my septum ring, with the same expectation of permanency once latched. Mistress then selected a matching metallic black decorative chain of moderate weight and thickness to be connected between the newly placed rings.
"It will hurt for a while, but in time you will thank me," she had said.
Whether I am idle or in motion, the weight of the chain as it droops between my tits causes near constant stimulation to my painfully throbbing nipples.
I close my robes.
"Um, so... Crystal," I begin, "Percentages and how to solve for x using cross multiplication - you ready?" I ask playfully?
"Ugh, yeah," she grumbles.
She's smiling though, as she leads me to the upper level of her mother's apartment.
*****
It's near the end of our two hour tutoring session. Crystal and I are sitting side by side at her study table. Our knees touch, and we both turn to look at each other at the same moment. There is something electrifying in the contact, even through the cloth of our robes - there is for me at least. It is new, and exciting.
Crystal moves her left hand a little until her fingertips brush against the pinky finger of my right hand.