We learn more about the biology of the people of the islands and the oceans. I realize that some of this is probably impossible, but this is fantasy, definitely NOT reality. lol
James lay on his back, his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He tried to keep his mind off what was happening with his cock. A girl, one of the fantasy workers, knelt beside him teasing his cock into an erect position with her hands and some lotion. He wasn't sure what purpose this served, but it took every ounce of his self-control not to cum in her hand.
"There," she announced. He glanced down to find his soldier standing fully at attention. She pulled out a leather piece that he couldn't quite grasp the use of. He saw her wrap it around his manhood and lace it up. This placed his cock in a permanently upright position. He watched as the girl, Sabrina by name, walked over the sink and washed her hands clear of the lotion. "You have any questions before Sebastian gets here? I'm free to answer them, unlike the Subs."
"Why are you a fantasy girl?" he asked, suddenly curious.
"You've noticed that there are two properties? One is the family residence, the other is the 'shop'. You live in the 'shop'. Well, so do I, but not all the fantasy people live here. We get paid to allow people to live out their fantasies. Subs can also do this to earn some money, but it's up to you and your Dom." He watched as she pulled on her skirt, something denied Subs, and grinned at him, "You'd be popular if you chose to do that. Ah, hello Sebastian," she said with a smile for the elderly gentleman who entered the room. Sebastian grinned at Sabrina and reached out to pinch a breast. She laughed fondly and said, "You know you have to pay for that!"
"You don't blame an old man for trying!" he replied with a chuckle. James stared, Sebastian was gray haired, what little hair he had, and blue eyed, but that wasn't his most striking feature. He wore a gray, pin-striped suit. It was also made of a light-weight linen. He also carried a briefcase. "You must be James Monroe," he said, holding out his hand.
James sat up and shook the man's hand. The other end of James' leash was attached to a line about midway down the wall. These were stretched throughout the shop, giving each Sub freedom of movement, while showing them their limits. They were expected to move around on their hands and knees. James steadfastly looked at Sebastian, "You're a lawyer."
Sebastian reached forward and rubbed the head of James' penis with a practiced hand. James groaned, pre-cum came out at the old man's coaxing. "Don't worry, I won't tell Callie, you're her first Sub, you know." He opened the briefcase and extracted paperwork. "This is a preliminary contract for you to approve. I'll have a full one for you tomorrow. The first part of the contract has to do with your service in the Interstellar Navy, or whatever they call it. You'll be required to spend two weeks each year serving the palace in a Naval Guard capacity, not hard considering this planet is mostly water. Just initial here to acknowledge this, it's just a slight change in the contract you signed when you joined the services."
James read it and signed. The rest of the contract James read through, and occasionally asked questions, "What is a safe word?"
"It is a word you can utter when you feel you feel that you've been pushed too far. It'll let your Dom know that you need a break. I've dealt with these contracts before, they don't want to break you, just train you well, for a future in such places as the palace itself." Sebastian watched as he wrote down a word, "Mayalla". "Curious, I didn't know you were from Sigada. Interesting you'd use their word for 'mother' for your safe word. I will see you tomorrow at the palace so you can sign this in front of Naval Witnesses."