“Oh, I’m afraid he can’t help it. T’zaren just really enjoys worshiping my pussy.” Lucy shrugged awkwardly. “That’, um, just the way he is—the males of his people have a biological need to taste their females,” she added, hoping to explain.
“Well he can enjoy sitting under the table, lapping you while we eat breakfast then,” Mistress Shin’dara snapped. “Come and have a seat!”
“All right. Thank you,” Lucy said with dignity. She tugged at the big Monstrum’s leash. “Come, T’zaren—you heard our hostess. You’re to accompany me to the breakfast table and pleasure me as I eat.”
He rose to tower over her and his golden eyes flashed.
“That will be my very great pleasure, myDom’mesque,”he rumbled.
“Good, then let’s go.”
Lucy tugged the leash again and strolled across the polished black floor to the dining table where they’d had such an interesting time the night before with the Entropy chairs.
This time there was a whole different kind of seating arrangement she saw, as T’zaren pulled the chair away from the dining table for her. The chair frame seemed to be made of some kind of malleable plastic and the seat was cloth. It was split in the middle into a V-shape which would support her ass and outer thighs while giving easy access to her inner thighs and pussy.
“Oh, er, what an interesting chair,” she remarked, seating herself gingerly on the cloth seat, which supported her with surprising strength.
“Yes, these are Mistress Chairs. I had them made especially for me years ago,” Mistress Shin’dara told her. “I was afraid my Other Half had thrown them away, but then the guards found them back in the storage area of the stronghold. They are most useful for punishing a manslave and making him worship you.” She made a sour face as she looked up at T’zaren. “Though I take it, you won’t find it a punishment at all to submit to your Mistress and pleasure her with your tongue, eh?”
T’zaren shook his head.
“It is no punishment to serve myDom’mesque,”he rumbled. “I love to give her pleasure.”
“Well then, you’d better get on with it,” Mistress Shin’dara snapped. “Get under the table and do your duty!”
Without a word of protest, T’zaren ducked his head and slipped under the table with surprising grace for such a large male.
Lucy thought that it was lucky that the dining table was large and wide with a tall tabletop or he never would have fit. But soon enough, she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and bit her lip. Goodness, was hereallygoing to do exactly as Mistress Shin’dara had ordered and lick her all during breakfast? He really didn’t have to—he was hidden so no one would know if he didn’t.
But apparently, T’zaren was determined to keep up appearances—even if no one was watching him. Lucy bit back a moan as she felt his warm tongue lapping away her juices from her inner thighs. She just hoped she could concentrate on doing business with Mistress Shin’dara while he was worshiping her!
Breakfast turned out to be a lot of different kinds of flaky pastries with both sweet and savory fillings and a hot drink that was bitter and sweet at the same time. It reminded Lucy of coffee but with a cinnamon-spicy kick to it that she rather liked. But of course, all the time she was sipping it she had to be careful not to spill it on her bare breasts as T’zaren lapped her pussy under the table.
Luckily, he wasn’t going for it as vigorously as he had the night before. His lapping was more leisurely, as though he realized she had to concentrate on the conversation. But it still felt incredibly sensitive and intimate to know he was down there with his mouth between her legs, bathing her pussy with his tongue, while she tried to talk to their new hostess.
“Now that you’re seated, I suppose I should ask why you’re here in my stronghold at all.” Mistress Shin’dara raised her pointed black eyebrows.
“Well…” Lucy began.
But just at that moment, there was a timid rapping at the vast double doors of the Banquet Hall.
Mistress Shin’dara raised one finger.
“Just a moment,” she said to Lucy. Then she raised her voice and demanded, “Yes? Who is it and what do you want?”
The doors swung open to reveal a trembling guard. He was dressed in the same leather straps and speedo outfit they’d seen on the other guard and his cock was on display, held in stiff readiness by the cock-ring around its base, though it was clear he was much more scared than aroused.
“Yes?” Mistress Shin’dara snapped. “What do you want and why are you interrupting my breakfast with my guest?”
“If…if it please you, Mistress—” the guard began in a shaking voice.
“No, don’t talk from there, you idiot! Come here and bow before me. Onlythenmay you speak!” Mistress Shin’dara was sounding more and more irritated and angry and Lucy didn’t blame the man for trembling as he made his way over to her side of the table and bowed low before her.
But apparently the bow didn’t satisfy the Twainer.
“Not good enough,” she barked. “On your knees and press your face to my feet, manslave!”
She had turned in her chair so this was possible and Lucy was just able to see over the table top to the floor below where the guard was pressing his face miserably to his Mistress’s feet.