“So good, Mistress,” he rumbled. “Your little hands…so fuckin’ soft and warm…”
“You appear to be giving your bodyslave pleasure that he has done nothing to deserve.”
The stern voice behind her made Lexi gasp and pull her hands away quickly. In her fascination with exploring both sets of male equipment, she had quite forgotten that the Fashionista Gatekeeper was there at all.
“I…I’m just doing a thorough job,” she protested weakly. “See—they’re both all oiled and ready to go.” She motioned at Gaze and Bound who—sure enough—were both standing there with extremely hard and shiny shafts sticking out of their trousers.
“Very good.” The Gatekeeper nodded, her tall mountain of green curls bobbing with the motion. “They are fit to be seen now. And don’t worry that they’ll go soft at an important moment,” she added. “The oil ensures they will stay rock solid until the hand that put it on them washes it off.”
“What? They can’t just wash it off themselves?” Lexi asked uneasily. Not that she didn’t like touching them—she did—but she had promised herself she wouldn’t do it anymore. It had been necessary to break her promise to herself once, but she didn’t like the idea of breaking it again.
However, the Gatekeeper was nodding emphatically.
“Oh yes—only the hand that applies the oil can remove it,” she said briskly. “Just use a bit of soap and some elbow grease—it’ll scrub right off. But for now, you want them hard and standing at attention! They’re quite an impressive size, which should stand you in good stead at the party.”
“Oh, er, thank you.” Lexi didn’t know if she ought to take credit for Gaze and Bound’s “impressive size.” But since she supposedly owned them, she guessed the compliment was meant for her. “Can we go to the party now, then? Now that my bodyslaves are all oiled up and ready to go?” she asked.
“Not…quite…yet.” The Gatekeeper was back at the plain wooden table, rummaging in the box again. “Now where did I put them? I should have left them out!” she muttered to herself.
“What? Why not yet?” Lexi demanded.
“Why, because your outfit needs a bit of tending, too, dearie. Ah, here they are again!”
And suddenly the Gatekeeper was brandishing the long, sharp shears again—and pointing them directly at Lexi’s chest.
TWENTY
“What are you doing?”
Lexi took a quick step back and Bound and Gaze were suddenly there, putting themselves between her and the perceived threat.
“You’ll keep those fuckin’ things away from our Mistress if you know what’s good for you,” Bound growled.
“Don’t come near our Lady with those!” Gaze agreed, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his brother.
“Relax, you two!” The Gatekeeper gave a little laugh. “Protective, aren’t they?” she asked Lexi.
“Yes, they are—if they think I’m being threatened,” Lexi said, frowning, as she peered around Bound’s broad shoulder.
“I’m not threatening you, dearie! Why, I was just trying to cut a few holes in your feather suit.” The Gatekeeper tossed her mountain of green curls impatiently.
“Cut holes in my outfit?” Lexi shook her head, perplexed. “Why in the world would you want to do that?”
“Why because, dearie—your nipples and nether lips must be fully on display in order for these two to pay their obeisance to you, of course!” the Gatekeeper exclaimed. “At private parties a bodyslave needs only kiss his Mistress’s panties. But at a public party like this one, it’s now considered correct for the Mistress to bare her more sensitive bits and allow him to give her a deeper kiss—if you know what I mean.”
She nodded knowingly at Lexi, who felt her stomach clench in a knot.
“I…but I’ve never…er…”
“Never let a bodyslave kiss you so intimately in public, eh?” The Gatekeeper looked at her shrewdly.
“Well…no,” Lexi admitted. In fact, she’d never had anyone kiss her so intimately in public or in private either—or at all. She’d never been interested in other females and so had never experimented that way and of course, there were no males in her part of Zetta Prime. And even if there had been, she certainly wouldn’t have been letting them kiss her nipples or pussy.
“But you must do it—it’s the latest trend,” the Gatekeeper told her. “If you aren’t seen letting your bodyslaves kiss you intimately when you’re first announced, the other Mistresses won’t give you the time of day. I thought you wanted to fit in, dearie?”
“Oh, I do,” Lexi assured her. “It’s just…I’m not sure how…what my, er, bodyslaves will make of it.”
“Why should you care what they think?” the other woman demanded. “They’re slaves—you tell them what to do and they do it. That’s the whole point of owning a bodyslave—to make them do your will!”
“I don’t see it like that,” Lexi said, frowning. “I do care how they feel. Gaze? Bound?” She looked up at them, and saw that both sets of eyes were blazing at her.