“Tell me more about the Kindred,” she said and took a dainty sip of her caffeine brew. “I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about your culture—and about males in general.”
“We’ll tell you more about Tranq Prime if you tell us more about Zetta Prime,” Bound rumbled. “What’s it like living on a planet with only one sex?”
“Well, it always seemed normal to me,” Lexi began…
So the three of them talked and ate and made plans for that night at the party and Lexi found that she was enjoying herself more than she had in…well, to be honest, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had as much fun just talking and eating with friends.
Then again, she’d never had the edge of sexual tension that was hanging in the air when she got together with her female friends back home, she admitted to herself. Had never had that tingle of desire that seemed to tinge each bit of conversation and each bite of food that she had with Gaze and Bound.
It pleased her the way the two big Kindred couldn’t seem to help admiring her body—she liked the hungry way they drank her in, now that she had given them tacit permission to look as much as they wanted to. She even made excuses several times to stand so they could see all of her or bend over to refill their cups with caffeine brew, so that her breasts hung down like rip fruit, the berry-dark nipples nearly slipping out of the red robe’s front.
And every time she moved and showed a little more, she heard low, appreciative murmurs coming from across the table. They were sounds of pure masculine lust, Lexi realized, and they were all directed at her.
It made her feel desirable and sexy and commanding—almost like a real Yonnite Mistress, she thought. Maybe this was why the women of Yonnie Six enjoyed wearing such revealing clothing and flaunting their bodies—maybe they liked the heady rush of power that came with such a display.
At last, however, breakfast was over and Gaze and Bound offered to do the dishes.
“After all, we’re the ones who are supposed to be waiting on you, Mistress—not the other way around,” the Light Twin pointed out.
“As you wish, Gaze.” Lexi smiled at him and led the way to the kitchen, knowing full well that both of them were checking out her ass as she walked. She felt a little guilty, but she kept reminding herself that it couldn’t hurt to let them look, as long as they kept their hands to themselves.
That’s what you keep saying, but be honest Lexi—you wish they wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. You’d like to have them touching you again…teasing you…stroking your naked flesh…
Lexi pushed the naughty little voice aside. She was enjoying herself for the first time in a very long time and she wasn’t about to let guilt get in the way, she told herself firmly. And besides, she had no intention of touching either of the big Kindred or letting them touch her ever again.
She had no idea how soon she would have no choice but to break her vow…
NINETEEN
“You sure I look all right?” Bound asked again, looking down at himself as they sat in the back of the hovercoach.
“You look fine,” Gaze told him firmly. “You look exactly the same as me.”
“Well you look fuckin’ weird too!” Bound protested, glaring at his twin.
Lexi thought they both looked fine—more than fine, actually--amazing.
Both of them had black pain collars around their necks—but neither collar was in working order. Still, they had decided in order to look like proper bodyslaves, the collars were a necessity.
In addition to this important bodyslave equipment, the two Kindred were wearing tight black leather trousers they’d found in the old bodyslave’s room. Both pairs of trousers were crotchless, but they had also found two black loincloths to tie around their waists. The narrow strips of black fabric hung down and hid their rather impressive shafts—barely. Though to be honest, the outline of both male members was still clearly visible.
Still, at least they weren’t completely exposed and on display, Lexi thought—which was how she felt.
After much searching, she had found an outfit in her Great Aunt’s dressing room she thought made her look like a Yonnite Mistress. It was a garment that seemed to be made almost entirely out of feathers in every conceivable shade of purple. The feathers—which were long and downy and soft, since all of the quills had been removed—were woven into a thin, sheer silver fabric which was shaped into a separate top and bottom.
The top was a kind of breast support, which cupped her large breasts and hid them coyly with sprays of purple plumes. The bottom was like the panties she’d worn the night before—it had long, dangling purple feathers which framed her full hips and then fell down her thighs almost to her knees. In the back, the feathers were stiffer and formed a kind of tail that fanned out behind her in an elaborate display.