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resisted rather than submitting himself so eagerly to her will, allowing himself to be bound for her to work her shameful magic.
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    Earth men saved their seed to be milked by sexbots, to service the Federation’s chosen breeders. To do otherwise risked mutilation or exile.
    Even when allowed to take female companions, Earth men were the ones who applied the shackles, forcing their partners to pleasure rather than vice versa.
    No one must ever learn how Giles had shamed himself, and he must never do it again.
    Yet he picked up his pace, lengthened his stride. Beyond all reason, he found himself being pulled toward what he knew would almost certainly be the instrument of his destruction. His cock swelled and lengthened, pressing hard against the fly of his skintight uniform pants, obviously eager to participate in its master’s destruction.
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    Brendan set down the communication device and resumed oiling Star’s naked body. “Just as I predicted, Mistress, the Earthling starfighter Oberon has returned. He is in the reception room now, asking for you.”
    Star should have learned by now not to doubt Brendan. The handsome Earthling eunuch she’d bought to assist her in her pleasure-giving had an uncanny knack for foretelling the appearance of one of his fellow Earthlings. “Ready the dungeon for his pleasure.”
    His pleasure. And his pain. She wouldn’t hurt him physically, for she’d never inflict real harm on a client. No. The Earthling’s pain would be no less intense, however, for apparently in his culture males were the masters, females their slaves. For it to be otherwise, according to Brendan, caused the men great shame.
    Strange creatures, Earthlings. She’d have thought, since nearly everyone on her home planet of Eastphalia had migrated there from Earth generations earlier, their cultures would be similar. But apparently they weren’t.
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    No matter. Her heart beating hard as she prepared for the Earthling, Star laced herself into a shimmering silver leather bustier and applied cherry-flavored rouge to her exposed nipples.
    Her breasts tingled with anticipation. Anticipation for the bite of the Earthling’s straight white teeth, the brush of his rigid phallus over the turgid peaks. Her body ached for him to give her more than his submission.
    Much more. As she had since their first fruitful encounter two winter solstices ago, Star yearned to accept his domination. She wanted him to master her.
    It wouldn’t happen, though. She stared in the mirror at her mound, at the colorful tattoo she’d been so proud of when her mother had commissioned it. Exotic tropical flowers and vines perfectly framed the stark, black numerals 46945—her intergalactic license as a Mistress of Pleasure. Idly she tweaked the silver ring in her clit, working the sensitive flesh until the nub hardened and throbbed.
    About now Brendan would be helping the Earthling take off his uniform, or arranging his naked body on the fucking frame and restraining him there. Star imagined the Earthling’s smooth skin, pictured Brendan oiling him with a scented aphrodisiac until he glistened.
    Like all Earthlings she had encountered in her profession, Giles Oberon had been completely hairless on their last encounter, his skin amazingly soft and caressable over muscles that were as hard as steel. For a minute Star wondered if that might be a genetic oddity unique to Earthlings. More likely it was a strange Earthling custom. But it didn’t matter. She loved his smoothness, liked the stark look of his beautifully shaped skull. Of course he might have let his hair grow out by now. She hoped not.
    She knew Brendan liked servicing Earthling men. Otherwise he wouldn’t be taking so long. When she was about to summon him, he came through the door, a huge smile replacing his usual taciturn expression.
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    “Mistress, I have prepared him to serve your pleasure. I hope you won’t mind that I used