Just a word of warning, there is bisexual activity in this chapter. M/M and M/F. I would appreciate some input, if anyone wouldn't mind. My appreciation goes out to Chuck, who has been kind enough to help me out, and keep me out of occasional trouble! lol
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Skya and James stood in the middle of the dressing room with their arms stretched out straight. They were being decorated for their presentation to the royal court. They had both been to the palace earlier to sign the contracts and formalize their positions. Now, they would be presented to the King, Queen and their family and courtiers. A new collar and leash, made of gold and studded with pearls and emeralds, decorated their necks. The leather thongs around their penises had strings of flowers and gold chains hanging from it. A red cloth was positioned behind their balls and tied back and around their waists.
Flowers seemed to be a favorite decoration. They encircled his wrists, head and ankles. They also dripped from his shoulders, elbows and wrists. When his hands were clasped behind neck, James would look like he was wearing a cape of flowers. Ellista was giving them instructions, "Mistress Callie will be taking you to court, this is her debut as well, so be careful. She will be carried from the front door here all the way to the palace. Her feet are not to touch the floor until after court is over. We have experienced subs who will show you how this is done. If you stay behind with your dom, you will have sex with members of the royal family, be prepared for the fact that you may be taken by the male members of the family. We do not expect you to crawl all the way there, or trip because your eyes were always on the ground, but, your hands must remain behind your heads. Follow the lead of the more experienced subs, what they do, follow."
"Yes, Ma'am," they responded.
"Good, you do have manners. Do not respond unless you are being addressed. You'll do all right," the fantasy girls finished their tasks with a deep bronze lotion rubbed all over their bodies, paying special attention to their buttocks. She slapped his ass forcing his legs open. He became apprehensive as lotion was forced into his ass, he took a deep breath and tried to force his anal muscles to relax as something long and thin intruded itself into it.
She took it with a slow, practiced hand, "Relax, when it's done, I'll turn it on, and you'll enjoy. Don't worry about it getting lost, there's a top with a loop that will wind around your waist." He thought about other things, even the beautiful woman behind him while he was being violated. Suddenly, it was done, and she was tying it around his waist. She waited about a moment while he regained control of his breathing. "Ready?" she asked. He didn't trust himself and simply nodded his head. He felt her twist something on the back of the item up his ass and it started to vibrate. He closed his eyes against the sudden surge of pleasure against the uncomfortable intrusion. He grew accustomed to it and hazarded a glance at Skya whose face looked ecstatic.
"I know this is uncomfortable, but this will get you accustomed to this for future encounters, maybe even today. Make us proud," she left the room and lead them downstairs where six other men waited with a woman who was clothed from head to toe. She wore a light scarf over her hair held in place with a thin beaten banc of gold, veil covered her face, leaving only her eyes exposed. In fact, that was the only thing exposed on her entire body. She wore a loose blouse that covered her to her wrists, thin gloves covered her hands. Pantaloons ballooned out around her legs, binding at the waist and ankles. Cloth shoes covered her feet. All this was a simple rose color. One of the other men bent down and picked her up and placed her on his left shoulder. He carried her to a golden pavilion set on a raised dais where she pulled her legs in and closed the golden curtains.
Four of the men shouldered the pavilion, the other two motioned them to precede them and reminded them where to put their hands and they proceeded down the road to the palace. They weren't the only ones as four other pavilions fell in before and after them. James kept his eyes firmly ahead. The short journey ended at another dais where the first pavilion was deposited and a man slid from it and into a chair where four of his attendants lifted it and carried it up the steps. Two female subs, one looking a lot like his own dom, followed him. This was followed by his own pavilion as she slid onto the shoulder of the waiting attendant and he followed them up to the steps. This was repeated until five doms and eleven subs stood on the steps with their respective attendants.
An older gentleman wearing a gold loincloth greeted them. He called himself Makow, he lead them into the palace and down grand corridors of marble and into a throne room. Each dom stopped in front of the King and Queen and James followed the examples around him and knelt before them. He kept his eyes firmly on the floor in front of him. He was aware of a throng of people around them wearing a colorful array of skirts and loincloths. He saw the feet of the monarchs as they approached them. One by one, they all stood and endured inspection. He heard moans and realized some of the inspections became personal. Soon, he was pulled to his feet and a hand raised his chin to make his eyes meet those of the queen. She smiled as she saw his eyes. She didn't pause as she pushed him toward two others who waited off to the side of the line. Three others, Skya included, joined them. Three doms joined them as the monarchs declared the audience over and left the room. He followed them. The subs were lead into a separate room where all their decorations, except the vibrating one up their asses, from their bodies.
