3 comments/ 18182 views/ 2 favorites Praxton The Proposal By: Macro7 This story is a spin off from the novel Praxton, Slaves of the Rogue World. I tried to give a brief summary of the future world in the story but a lot of the detail, including the history of Praxton, had to be left out. I'm sorry if there are some gaps in the story. As always I appreciate any comments you may have about the story. NS Howard * Jennifer pushed back her long black hair from her face and looked at Mel sitting across from her. Her apartment was small, though the decor was carefully laid out. She had not been able to find the high paying job the college course was suppose to give her, struggling to make ends meet with an office job for the time being. She refused to give up new clothes and decent furnishings and decided to pay a smaller rent in a less desirable area. Her clothes reflected her taste in furnishings; not a lot of items but of high quality that would stand the test of time. Jennifer didn't have trouble generating interest from men, and some women. Her figure had the right curves and with cobalt coloured eyes and full lips she often had propositions. Her downfall was finding a man who had confidence without having a huge ego and money without flaunting it. The final criterion was one who looked past her looks and was willing to listen to her interest in exobiology. It was a tall order and it explained a lot of her short romances and the reason she kept on returning to Melvin until she tired of his unkempt ways. If she could find a clean cut duplicate of him it would be almost perfect. "What's in this box Mel?" The box was the size of a suitcase but made of plastic. She took in grin and wondered what he was up to. Melvin was the same height as her until she put on her shoes, but unlike some men it didn't seem to bother him. He was heavyset with a dark complexion from too much time working outside doing geology work. He was good enough looking in a rugged, scruffy way, keeping his hair short and always seemed to have a bit of shadow on his face. Jennifer might not ever have gone out with him the first time but found his deep voice and almond coloured bedroom eyes hard to resist. Her attempts to clean him up met with failure and eventually they drifted apart. "Well I told you where I've been for the past year," he said as a way of a hint. "Praxton." Her voice didn't let on whether she approved or not of his choice to work on the outlaw planet. She returned her gaze to the box. "Is this from Praxton?" "It is." He leaned back in his chair, enjoying her puzzled look. "So you have come bearing gifts from Praxton. Am I suppose to look inside the box or is there a catch here?" "The catch here is I want to take you out for dinner first, though there is one item in the box I want you wear now." She bit her lower lip and then gave him a smile. "You always did like to tease me. What's inside the box that you want me to wear? I haven't agreed to this dinner yet or wearing whatever this is." "Don't be a spoil sport. Open the lid." The lid crackled in protest as tore it open. Inside the box she saw several packages, all wrapped in plastic, hiding their contents. He picked up a package and handed it to her. "All I ask is that you try this on for dinner tonight." He stood up. "I'm going to go back to my hotel and get changed. I thought we could go to Firemagic. I understand the food is good there." Her eyebrows lifted. "It's a little pricey there." "No problem. Pick you up at seven?" "And this?" She held up the package. "What if I don't want to wear this?" He grinned. "You'll want to wear it." As soon as he left, Jennifer ripped open the package, letting the packaging fall to the floor. She already had an inkling what it was by the weight and size. It turned out it was what she thought it would be but it still surprised her. *** The world of Praxton had been under scrutiny of the Charter of Conduct Office for contravention of social and cultural laws. The violations were obvious and well known but enforcement was difficult. Praxton had not joined the Alliance Worlds and therefore did not have to adopt the Charter of Conduct laws. Women on Praxton, who outnumbered men by a considerable amount, wore collars that identified their male guardian. Besides the collar the women would also wear cuffs, wearing them as a form of jewellery. The problems with the Charter of Conduct Office didn't stop there. The guardian was also expected to hand out discipline to the females he controlled, which included spankings and light whippings. The offences of Praxton were well publicized but demands that Praxton conform to the Alliance World laws didn't materialize. A larger part of that problem was the women on Praxton had not asked for any help and defended the culture of their world. The tourist zone of Praxton was another concern for the Charter of Conduct Office. Visitors flocked to purchase collars, cuffs and other restraints, plus the fashions of Praxton and drugs. The fashions of Praxton were definitely more revealing than on the Alliance worlds for both sexes. A few days after arriving on Praxton women often went native, wearing collars and cuffs joined by small chains. Unlike other worlds women only wore skirts and dresses. Bras were rare and instead breast and nipple jewellery were prevalent. Men wore open shirts and pants with decorative flies that were partially revealing. The drugs were used for cosmetic reasons, to change breasts, muscles, skin texture, hair and other assorted human appearances. While the drugs were also available on Alliance worlds on Praxton they were considerably less expensive, avoiding the high luxury tax normally placed on them. *** Jennifer turned the collar around in her hands, not surprised what it was. It suited Melvin's sense of humour. What opened her eyes were the gems embedded that followed an engraving that spiralled around the wide, white metal collar. The collar was a luxurious piece of jewellery and well made with the hinge and locking mechanism hidden. She knew what the collar represented but felt it looked classy. Jennifer held it open in her hands, looking at the detail. A half ring swivelled at the centre of the collar that she fingered, understanding that a leash could be attached to it. Carefully she placed the collar on the top of her dresser. As she undressed she stared at it, wondering exactly what he expected as an outcome if she wore it. She considered it could be his way of romancing her but he might be just teasing her -- again. Jennifer applied her makeup, wearing only a pair of thong panties. She knew the reputation of Praxton women; dressing carefully in revealing clothes and wearing restraints, they had earned the reputation of being the sexiest in the galaxy. She considered the collar. Some claimed it was only another piece of jewellery, just another kind of necklace. This was the explanation given by some women on the Alliance worlds who took to wearing collars and occasionally cuffs -- just another fashion statement. But Jennifer felt it was deeper than that; the collar, to her, represented giving up control to a man. It was that thought as she slipped the black dress on. The dress hugged her figure and the slit that went from her knee to mid-thigh was necessary for walking. The back of the dress was bare and the front had a simple scooped neck, a look she felt was both sexy and classic. It was also her only electronic dress. The latest fashion was for evening dresses to have built-in circuits that could change the colour of the dress or even make parts of transparent, sometimes in alternating patterns. Jennifer thought that fashion was likely to disappear but her dress did have self illuminating sparkles of colour lights. It did add something to the dress and if electronic dresses became passé the dress could be worn without the sparkling lights on. She swallowed as she lifted the collar up with both hands. Not to wear the collar might mean she was rejecting Melvin, but she doubted that would dissuade him. She knew him, among other things, to be stubborn and undaunted by setbacks. Her decision to wear the collar was based on curiosity; what it felt like around her neck, and what it was like to have a guardian for at least one evening. Jennifer slowly placed the collar around her neck, closed it, and heard the click as the lock secured the ends together. She released her breath as she opened her eyes and saw herself in the viewscreen, taken aback by the sight of the collar on her neck. 'It better be a damn good dinner.' *** "You clean up pretty good." Jennifer appraised him in the dark blue suit. He laughed. "For the price of the suit I better look halfway decent. You look pretty good yourself. The collar suits you." She felt herself starting to blush and quickly looked away. He laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you." She smiled back. "It's okay. I should be used to you by now. By the way the collar came with two keys, one of them in wax." "On Praxton the guardian would have the normal key, in theory only he could unlock the collar. The female would have the wax covered key and in case of an emergency could unlock the collar. Because the wax would be stripped off the guardian would know she had removed her collar when he was not around. In practice most females have another normal set of keys. They don't want to have to go to their guardian every time they need to remove it." "Interesting." She held the two keys in the palm of her hand, and then dropped the wax key into her purse. "Make sure you return this one to me at the end of the evening." She handed him the other key. He clutched the key tightly in his fingers and then put it in his wallet, looking suddenly relieved. *** Her apartment opened to a wide concourse. Preteen boys raced past them playing an unknown game as a woman yelled at them to watch where they were going. Jennifer grinned. "Welcome to the good life in building B3, thirtieth floor." She knew with the electronic security in place there was never any real danger in any of the buildings. Hidden cameras everywhere watching all public areas fed information to a computer. Anything suspicious was relayed to security who made a final decision to respond. All the same it was nice to have Melvin walk next to her. Even in his suit he could look menacing and others cleared a small path for them. Firemagic was located in another building a mile away and on the four hundred and twenty second floor, giving a real view of the seascape beyond. The pedway whisked them across the city and then the elevators climbed the ear-popping ride to the restaurant. "You have done well on Praxton I take it." He tried to act modest but ended up smiling. "I managed to get lucky and find a major deposit of blue minutor gems. From there me and another guy formed a company and, well, business has been good." "Good for you. And your love life?" She swirled her glass of red wine. The small table was covered with a starched tablecloth and with more glasses and cutlery than she suspected she had in her whole apartment. The concave seating effectively hid the rest of the restaurant from them and gave them a view of a fireplace and the window. She saw the twinkling lights from boats from far below, thinking they looked like stars. "Hey, I live on Praxton. I have two females. I can't complain." She shook her head and grinned. "Two women and you take me on a date. A little greedy are we?" He laughed. "Tell me what guy wouldn't do the same if he could?" "Good point. Are you going tell me why we're on this date? Can't be just a friendship date, not with this collar you gave me." "Come, let's dance." He stood and offered his hand. She took his hand and laughed. "When did you learn to dance? I don't think you ever danced with me before. What did you say about dancing before? The only dancing you liked was when the woman was on stage." "I still like that kind of dancing. But one of my females has insisted on teaching me on how to dance so I thought I might as well make use of it." "You dancing? Be still my beating heart." His moves were not fluid, almost mechanical, but he wasn't bad and she thought he could become a decent dancer with practice. "So tell me why we're on this expensive date." "Jenny, we always have had this on and off relationship. We broke up because of me each time, I just wasn't ready to be civilized enough for you. But I'm changing and the more I change the more I want you, think of you." "That's nice. But where does that take us? You live on Praxton with two women and I live on Earth." "You know me. I ain't poor if that makes any difference to you. I will always treat you right. Come to Praxton with me." He stopped dancing and looked at her. She looked at him and then at the holographic band with the polished looking crooner singing a song of heartache. She looked back at his anxious face. "I don't know Mel. Leave Earth to live on a planet where women dress like they're slaves and share you with two other females? Not exactly the dream I had as a young girl." He led her back to their table. "What have you got on here to hold you back? If you don't like Praxton you can always return to Earth." She touched her collar. "And this?" "Praxton customs. I think you'll not only get used to it but like it after a bit." "Those customs are more than just a collar from what I read. Correct me if I'm wrong but you can attach a leash to this collar and lead me where you want. If you were my guardian you can have me wear restraints and use them to hold me. I have to listen to you and if I don't, you can spank me. Did a miss something here? Oh yeah, the other females." "I seem to recall sharing a night with you and another women a few years back. It was your idea too." "It was for your birthday!" She remembered that night very well. The other woman went down on her as Melvin watched with delight. To Jennifer's surprise she came as the other woman worked on her. It wasn't the last time she spent a night with another woman but she definitely preferred men. "You're impossible." She shook her head and smiled. "All I ask is that you think it over. I know it would be a big change for you but I think you can handle it." "Okay, I'll think it over, but that's all I'll promise." *** They walked back to her apartment. She was still feeling the effects of the last glass of cognac as she held on to his arm. "So am I to take off this collar when we get back to the apartment or are you going to make me wear it all night?" "I won't force you to if you really don't want to but I'd prefer it if you did." "You have the key so I guess it's up to you. It's very pretty and must have cost a lot. Thank you." "I'm glad you like it." He followed her inside the apartment and into the kitchen where she made tea. "So do I get to see what else you bought me?" "Of course." He kissed the back of her neck as she poured the tea. He reached for the zipper at the side of her dress and gently tried to pull it down. She slapped at his hand. "Not yet." "Some of the stuff I bought you might look better without the dress on." She handed him the mug of tea. "I'll bet. I'll decide on that myself though." She gave him a smile. There was no doubt he was staying the night and her dress was coming off soon enough but she wanted to move things at her pace. She thought of the collar she was wearing and the fact he held the key. The dress was the last bit of control she had. He sat next to her on the couch as she opened the box and stared at the contents. "What do I open first?" "Anything you want." She poked through the packages and picked a box. She pulled off the wrapper, revealing a set of four cuffs that matched her collar. She looked at him and then picked up one. "Wow, how much did you spend on me? Four cuffs?" "Wrists and ankles. Put them on." She gazed at his eager face out of corner of her eyes. She put on the four cuffs and then saw a set of silver chains on the bottom of the box. She picked them up. "For joining them together." "Maybe later." She put the chains to the side, knowing that was exactly he wanted to do right away. The next items were clothes; a white skirt shorter than anything she had ever worn before and a fitted yellow blouse that was semi-transparent. There was also pair of stilettos with straps that wrapped around her ankles. "Very nice Mel. They look well made, if a little revealing." "Lots of clothes like that on Praxton." "Something to think about." She felt the material, liking the silky feeling of the cloth. 'Definitely something to think about,' she mused. She opened another package, revealing a leash made with a chain of the same metal as her collar. She held the two ends in her hands. "What a surprise." He grinned. "Come on, it's part of the set. Humour me." He took one end and slowly reached for her neck and then clipped the end to her collar. Jennifer sat still as the leash was attached. She let out a small sigh and then handed him the other end of the leash. "You do push all the time, you know that don't you?" "I know. But look where it got me, I'm sitting next to a beautiful woman who hasn't kicked me out yet." She laughed. "It still may happen. What else is in here?" A small box contained pills. "Perfect skin," she read out loud from the label and read the fine print. "Mel, these are gene therapy pills. Do you know how much these cost here? I can tell you. Way beyond my salary for the next six months." "Not so pricey on Praxton." She turned and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you." She opened final box, finding it contained star shaped jewellery that was designed to gently clamp around her nipples. "Well I can see why these are popular on Praxton after seeing that blouse you bought me. Covers up a little bit." "Put the stuff on." She looked at his grinning face and smiled at his eagerness. "Oh, alright." She took the clothes and walked to the bedroom to change. "Hey, no panties." She looked back him with her mouth open. "Oh, you're just bad." Jennifer took off her dress and then, after a moment of hesitation, her panties. She examined the nipple jewellery, noting they fitted better if they were put on with the nipples erect. 'No problem there.' She put on the blouse, then the skirt and finally the shoes. She stood in front of the viewscreen and touched a button on the side that gave her alternating views of her front, sides and then the back. She found she liked the image. 'Praxton women know what it takes to look sexy I guess.' She entered the living room slowly, carrying the loose end of her leash in her hand. He immediately stood up, his jaw loose. "You like?" She smiled at him and then pivoted around in a circle. He still looked transfixed on her and hadn't spoken. "You okay Mel?" "Oh, yeah, fine. Wow. I never imagined you would look so good. I mean you look great." "Thanks." She walked up to him and handed him the end of the leash. "Now what, Mr. Guardian?" "Do you mind?" He held up the loose chains that came with the cuffs. "Go ahead, do what you want." He bent down and attached a chain between her ankle cuffs and then used two chains to attach her wrist cuffs to her collar, restricting her hands to above her waist. "So this is what I would wear on Praxton?" "Yup. The leash isn't used all that much and you'd have different types of collars and cuffs. But this is what you could wear. Do you like it? Feel good in it?" She nodded. "It's different but I guess I could get used to wearing it." She touched the leash. "It's you in complete control that has me a little apprehensive." Praxton The Proposal "But you don't mind being under my control do you?" Jennifer gave him a half smile. There were a lot of time people underestimated his smarts and how quick he was in thinking. His question was a good one and right to the point. He also knew her well enough he could ask the question. "I don't mind you being in control Mel. I never would have let you put the leash on me otherwise. Question is what are you going to do with me now? What if we were on Praxton? Do you keep me in cuffs and chains? Discipline me?" "Well, now that you mentioned it there are a few thoughts I have. I would like to spank you." She tilted her head to the side and smiled. "Yeah I can see that as one of your fantasies." She spread her hands as far as her chains would allow. "I'm not exactly in position to resist am I?" As answer he sat on the couch and tugged on her leash. She made a pretence of sighing and then slid over his lap. Jennifer felt her skirt being tugged up to her hips and twisted her back to see her bare cheeks. Then his hand came down. She flinched at a couple of smacks as he alternated between her cheeks, but he didn't hit hard. She felt his erection under her stomach and wiggled to stop it from poking her. She took a deep breath feeling very aroused as he spanked her ass a final time. "Did that feel good?" Melvin asked as he stroked her cheeks. "I didn't mind it." "That is wasn't what I asked." His hand pressed between her cheeks and touched her lips, now wet. "I enjoyed it, you know that already." "Good. I want you to get naked now except for the cuffs and collar." Jennifer stood and tugged down her skirt. "You do ask for a lot." She had to undo her wrist chains but she soon stood naked in front of him. "Turn around." She turned around and felt him link her wrist cuffs together at her back and then turned around again, watching him undress. She felt erotic in her cuffs and chains. He refused to let go of her leash, even as he undressed, looking scared that she might try to escape. She looked at his erection, built much like he was she mused. Not tall but thick. She liked his body, lots of muscles and just enough hair without having it cover his back. He looked like he wasn't sure what he wanted to do next. She dropped to her knees. 'Might as well do this subservient thing.' Without the use of her hands she had to twist and position her head to take him in, licking and sucking on his shaft as she slowly worked it in. She heard him groaning. She worked on him and then lifted up her head. She took a deep breath and then took in his cock again, going deeper into her mouth and then overcame the gagging sensation at the top of her throat. "I love it while you're naked and in cuffs. On Praxton I would like to have you naked and then spank you occasionally. Maybe even put you in a cage or whip you." She felt the sudden pulse along his member and the burst of warm fluid erupted into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, sucking at him until he stopped. He fell back on the couch, looking spent. His hand clenched the end of the leash tightly. She looked at him, feeling pleased with herself. She almost came herself as he described what he wanted to do to her, picturing herself naked in front of the other females naked as he spanked her. "Okay, so it seems you have plans for me. Whips? A cage?" He nodded. "The whips. They don't really hurt. It's illegal to damage skin as part of discipline. The cages aren't used much, more to have the female in complete control so the guardian can do things to her." "I see." "That doesn't scare you does it? If it does I'll promise not to use them on you." She shook her head. "They don't scare me. I'm pretty tough." He sat up straight. "So you like the clothes, the restraints and a bit of discipline. Does that mean you'll come to Praxton with me?" "I may like that stuff but that doesn't mean I'll go to Praxton. What would I do there? Talk to your girlfriends all day long?" "No, you could do what ever you wanted to do. Work. Plant a garden. Do nothing." "Well, that's a nice proposition but I think I want to do something a little more than this or that." He sighed. "I'm not giving up, you know." "I expect that. I also expect that since you got a blowjob and told me all your plans for me that maybe we can do something for me too." *** Jennifer closed her eyes as she neared her climax. She remembered being led to her bedroom and then being restrained on the bed with her hands and feet being chained to the corners of the bed. He did what he wanted, playing with her as she gave token resistance to her bonds, pulling against the chains uselessly, moaning as he sucked at her nipples and licked at her pussy. Feeling completely helpless, Jennifer clenched her hands in fists as he pounded inside her. She came in a sudden multiple of explosions, arching her back and then collapsing, crying out loud. He rested for a minute and then rolled off her and went to the washroom. He returned and sat next to her on the bed. "Are you going to undo me now?" "No. I like you this way." "I'm sure you do." She watched him as he played with her nipples. "Can I protest this situation at all?" "Sure, if you want another spanking." "Just asking, no protest." "Are you sure? I would like to paddle you." "I'm sure you would. But my ass is a little sore still." She wiggled slightly on the bed. "I do have to pee." "I don't know if I trust you to set you free." "Mel! I have to go." "Alright, but I'm keeping you naked the rest of the evening, with cuffs." She hurried to the washroom, calling out behind her. "Honestly Mel. I'm wearing your collar that you have the key to. How much more control do you want?" She came back into the bedroom and saw him sprawled on the bed. "You know it's getting pretty late." "Yeah, maybe it's time for some sleep." She crawled into bed. "Sleep sounds good, but I doubt you're just going to let me be." He reached over and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then he tied her leash to the headboard. "I'm suppose to sleep this way?" "You will." "Alright." She curled up against him. "Whatever you say." He stroked her back. "Maybe another spanking is due." She murmured. "That would be nice." Then she fell asleep. *** She woke up alone in bed. Jennifer tried to get up and then realized she was still leashed to the bed with her hands cuffed behind her back. She rested a few minutes and then called out. "Mel, where are you?" He came into the bedroom a moment later. "Making breakfast." "Oh, that sounds good. Going to let me out of bed?" "Not right away." He walked back to the kitchen. She dropped her head back on the pillow. "Mel, there's such a thing as too much control." He kept her naked during breakfast. He finally uncuffed her wrists but kept her leash attached to the back of her chair. She ate as she talked to him. "You're going back to Praxton when?" "A few more days. Unfortunately most of my time is going to be business meetings." "Now, can I get dressed?" "No, not yet. I like you this way." Later that afternoon he finally had to leave, reluctantly giving her a kiss at the door. "I'll be back on Wednesday. I hope you'll be willing to go to Praxton with me by then." "We'll see, but don't count on it." He turned to leave. "Hey, what about this collar? Aren't you going to unlock it?" He shook his head. "Not until Wednesday." "Mel, I have to go to work tomorrow." "So I guess you'll have to wear the collar," he said as he walked away. *** Going to work for Jennifer caused her some anxious moments. She could have used the wax covered key to undo the collar but decided to play along with him. She received a few comments from her co-workers but for the most part they told her it looked good on her. They were surprised to learn it was an actual Praxton collar and not one of the Earth imitations. She did find after a short period of time she forgot she was wearing it, but didn't forget she had a proposition to consider from Melvin. Jennifer began to wonder if moving to Praxton was not a bad idea after all. *** Back in her apartment Jennifer touched her collar as she looked at herself in the viewscreen nude. She liked the feel of the collar, wearing it seemed to give her a sense of security and protection. She thought about Melvin, a different man now, more polished than before and if he lived on Earth she would stay with him. If only there something on Praxton that would let her be something more than one of his females. She sighed and turned on the TV. It was set on one of her favourite shows, Universal Life. The announcer was doing a voice over as several odd looking lizards scurried about a reddish soil. "Nowhere is life stranger than on Praxton. Not much is known about the wide diversity of life on this desert like world but when exobiologists get a chance to examine this protected world they are sure to get a few surprises. Even these desert lizards are interesting. Instead of the usual set of heart and lungs ..." Jennifer stared wide eyed at the TV. 'Exobiology on Praxton?' She ran to her phone and quickly dialled Melvin's mobile. "Hey, miss me already?" "Melvin, if I was to go to Praxton could I work as a biologist there? I mean could I get a job working there without a problem to study the life forms there?" "Sure. Shortage of trained people in that field." "Then I want to go with you." *** Jennifer studied the exploded image of the tissue sample that looked like a red hurricane. She pulled her hair away from her face, disentangling a few strands from the chain that ran from her collar to her wrist cuffs. She was enjoying her work, though found the work day a little short. Like all Praxton female she spent the first part of the morning preparing herself; doing her hair, adding makeup and then putting on the various cuffs and chains took time. Fortunately Praxton law enforced a shorter work day for females, agreeing it took them longer to get ready than the males. It was fair, Jennifer considered, but she still wished she could get more work done. All the same she was glad she finally got the opportunity to work in a field that was limited to her on Earth. She had heard rumours the Alliance Worlds wanted to Praxton to adopt the Charter of Conduct laws, by force if necessary. She held an amused smile as she thought she would fight for the right to keep wearing a collar.