Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 28
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 28
Author: charisstoma
Word count:625
Continues from Part 27
Sneaks this in because we're supposed to have a day+ of rather a lot of rain and my internet doesn't like it most times. Plus torturing the Meridae who probably sees through my evil distracting camouflage.
Everett stared at the bright red fabric lying upon the bed. It had been delivered while he was napping. Wearing little more than an apron around the house was one thing, when no one but Connell and Stephen were the only ones there but this thing … he couldn’t quite put name to it. It was someplace between a long skirt and a floor dragging loincloth.
“I’m not wearing that.” He said pointing at the thing on the bed.
Sonya sighed, “It’s traditional. The color is the same as blood, a fortuitous color for us understandably. The fabric is a lustrous silk to signify the luxury your consort will provide for you, treasured as you should be, spun by spiders. The garment’s construction allows for ease of access while concealing you modestly from the witnesses, during the formation of your Union with your consort and his Second.”
“Connell’s Second does what again?” he asked distractedly gingerly fingering the cloth.
“Everett, little suckling, you are just nervous. Connell is present and waiting, so is Stephen. Everything will be alright.” Sonya was all soothing calm, her fingers stroking lightly from his temple to his jaw.
“Please keep talking so I don’t run. What does the Second do again?”
She sat down on the bed beside the indecent garment, “I’ll tell you but you must get ready. Why you saw fit to get dressed again after your shower …” Sonya shook her head and smiled at him. “It will be alright,” she flipped her fingers urging him to get on with it. “I can not disrobe you, you have to do that yourself. It reflects that you have to come to the Union with your Consort willingly.” Voice calm, “the Union’s Second participates in the ceremony as, if something should happen to your Consort, they assume the responsibility of your protection and welfare; they become your consort.”
Everett had his shirt unbuttoned but still on, turning his back to undo his belt and pants and then slip them down along with his underwear. He stuck his hand backwards for the garment and when Sonya placed it into that hand, held it up to try to work out how to put the thing on, swallowing as again the erotic lack of concealment was evident.
“There’s a jeweled clasp that will rest against the side of your hip,” Sonya told him helpfully. “Find that and you bend it to pop the top open, pull the tang out to separate the two pieces and wrap the garment around your waist, then work the clasp in reverse, snapping it closed.”
“It’s going to fall off,” Everett observed as he twisted the cloth around into position and clumsily went through the mechanics of the clasp.
“No, it was custom fitted to your measurements. It will hang low on your hips and you’ll be utterly delectable.” She stood up, “Are you ready?” When he nodded she kindly reminded him, “You do have to get rid of the shirt first my dear Everett, before we can enter the Ceremonial Chamber.”
Removing the shirt was one of the hardest things to do and his fingers tightened on the fabric loathe to let go of this last barrier to his new life.
“Your co-consort and Connell’s Second’s consort will meet you at the chamber entrance and escort you across the chamber to Connell. Just focus on Connell’s eyes. I’ll be right behind you if you need anything. You are not alone.”
He nodded and released the shirt, the world whiting out to a central spot in front of him. Vaguely he noticed two dark shapes move to either side of him but it was Connell’s eyes and smile he saw and Connell was happy to see him.
Author: charisstoma
Word count:625
Continues from Part 27
Sneaks this in because we're supposed to have a day+ of rather a lot of rain and my internet doesn't like it most times. Plus torturing the Meridae who probably sees through my evil distracting camouflage.
Everett stared at the bright red fabric lying upon the bed. It had been delivered while he was napping. Wearing little more than an apron around the house was one thing, when no one but Connell and Stephen were the only ones there but this thing … he couldn’t quite put name to it. It was someplace between a long skirt and a floor dragging loincloth.
“I’m not wearing that.” He said pointing at the thing on the bed.
Sonya sighed, “It’s traditional. The color is the same as blood, a fortuitous color for us understandably. The fabric is a lustrous silk to signify the luxury your consort will provide for you, treasured as you should be, spun by spiders. The garment’s construction allows for ease of access while concealing you modestly from the witnesses, during the formation of your Union with your consort and his Second.”
“Connell’s Second does what again?” he asked distractedly gingerly fingering the cloth.
“Everett, little suckling, you are just nervous. Connell is present and waiting, so is Stephen. Everything will be alright.” Sonya was all soothing calm, her fingers stroking lightly from his temple to his jaw.
“Please keep talking so I don’t run. What does the Second do again?”
She sat down on the bed beside the indecent garment, “I’ll tell you but you must get ready. Why you saw fit to get dressed again after your shower …” Sonya shook her head and smiled at him. “It will be alright,” she flipped her fingers urging him to get on with it. “I can not disrobe you, you have to do that yourself. It reflects that you have to come to the Union with your Consort willingly.” Voice calm, “the Union’s Second participates in the ceremony as, if something should happen to your Consort, they assume the responsibility of your protection and welfare; they become your consort.”
Everett had his shirt unbuttoned but still on, turning his back to undo his belt and pants and then slip them down along with his underwear. He stuck his hand backwards for the garment and when Sonya placed it into that hand, held it up to try to work out how to put the thing on, swallowing as again the erotic lack of concealment was evident.
“There’s a jeweled clasp that will rest against the side of your hip,” Sonya told him helpfully. “Find that and you bend it to pop the top open, pull the tang out to separate the two pieces and wrap the garment around your waist, then work the clasp in reverse, snapping it closed.”
“It’s going to fall off,” Everett observed as he twisted the cloth around into position and clumsily went through the mechanics of the clasp.
“No, it was custom fitted to your measurements. It will hang low on your hips and you’ll be utterly delectable.” She stood up, “Are you ready?” When he nodded she kindly reminded him, “You do have to get rid of the shirt first my dear Everett, before we can enter the Ceremonial Chamber.”
Removing the shirt was one of the hardest things to do and his fingers tightened on the fabric loathe to let go of this last barrier to his new life.
“Your co-consort and Connell’s Second’s consort will meet you at the chamber entrance and escort you across the chamber to Connell. Just focus on Connell’s eyes. I’ll be right behind you if you need anything. You are not alone.”
He nodded and released the shirt, the world whiting out to a central spot in front of him. Vaguely he noticed two dark shapes move to either side of him but it was Connell’s eyes and smile he saw and Connell was happy to see him.
