“We’ll wear them if our Mistress deems it necessary,” Gaze interrupted him with a frown.
“Hopefully that won’t be necessary,” Lexi said quickly.
“Yes, but I’ve seen Yonnite Mistresses with their bodyslaves,” Gaze objected. “Don’t they like to put their, er, equipment on display?”
“Well, yes,” Lexi admitted. “But I’m really hoping that just having the two of you at my back will be enough to get me into the party and allow me to see Mistress Pricklethorn.”
“From your mouth to the Goddess’s ear,” Bound muttered.
“Whatever is needed and necessary, that’s what we’ll do,” Gaze said firmly. “You rescued us from a horrible death—if we have to parade around a crowded room with our shafts hanging out for a few hours, we’ll do it.”
“Yeah, we will,” Bound admitted grudgingly. “I might not like it, but I can do it. Can do fuckin’ anything for you, Angel,” he added, giving Lexi a warm grin that was somehow charming, despite the double set of fangs it displayed.
Gaze cocked his head to the side as though considering Lexi.
“What about you though, Mistress?” he asked, frowning. “I know you said earlier that you didn’t think you ought to have to, er, display your body in order to fit into Yonnite culture. But it seems to me, it might be necessary to dress more like a Yonnite Mistress if you want to get anywhere at the ball.”
“It might be,” Lexi acknowledged cautiously. “I’ll look through my Great Aunt’s dressing room and see what I can find. It seems that she kept on shopping until the day she died—there are a lot of outfits in there that still have the price markers on them. I’m sure one of them might work.”
“Is that where you found that gorgeous little robe you’re wearing?” Bound rumbled, giving her an appreciative look.
“It does look a lot different from the clothing you were wearing when you rescued us yesterday,” Gaze murmured.
“Well, yes I did find this in the dressing room,” Lexi admitted. “I thought it looked…comfortable to wear around the house. You know?”
“It looks extremely fuckin’ comfortable,” Bound said, nodding.
“Yes, it does,” Gaze agreed. He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t mind us, uh, admiring it, Mistress. It really suits you.”
“Not at all,” Lexi said coolly.
Very aware of their eyes on her, she sat up a little straighter, making sure both of the big Kindred had a good view of her full breasts and tight nipples through the thin red gown she was wearing.
Both Gaze and Bound seemed mesmerized.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Bound growled hoarsely.
“Truly, she is a lovely Elite,” Gaze agreed.
Lexi made no answer but she couldn’t help the shiver of delight she felt. She found she actually liked to be admired—it felt good. And really, what was the harm in letting them look now that she had promised herself there would be no more touching between the three of them?
“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.