“Yes—we’d understand if you wanted to back out,” Gaze remarked. “Not that we don’t want to, er, ‘pay obeisance’ to you—nothing would give us greater pleasure.” His pale blue eyes met hers in the shiny golden door. “But I know you’ve probably never had a male suck or kiss your nipples and your soft little pussy before and to have your first experience happen in public—”
Lexi lifted her chin, a look of determination coming over her face—she knew because she could both feel it and see it in the wall of the shiny gold lift.
“I’m not giving up just because this is a little embarrassing,” she said firmly. “Too many lives hang in the balance. If we give up now, Mistress Crueltongue wins—I don’t want that.”
“We don’t either, Mistress,” Gaze assured her.
“We’re in it with you, all the way,” Bound promised.
“All right then—let’s go,” Lexi told them. And just at that moment, the lift came to a halt and with a soft chime, the doors opened.
“Good evening, Mistress!” A male servant dressed in an elaborate costume which seemed to consist mainly of thick, black leather straps bowed low to Lexi as she exited the lift.
“Oh, good evening,” she replied, nodding. She was already scanning the vast, cavernous space, which was the hollowed-out mine. The walls were still rough and the ceiling was too high above them to see, but the floors were made of some polished dark green stone that glowed in the dim room and provided most of the available light.
“And how may I announce you when you allow your bodyslaves to pay you obeisance?” the servant asked, rising from his bow.
“Oh, well—”
“You may announce our Lady as Mistress Alexa, heir to the late Mistress Granipants and owner of Trindall Tower,” Gaze cut in smoothly.
Lexi smiled at him.
“Yes—that’s exactly right,” she told the servant.
“Very well, Mistress. If the three of you would please follow me?”
The servant in the black leather straps led them to a platform that was about four meters off the ground. It had steps leading up to it, which he climbed first, and then beckoned for them to follow.
“Come, come—everyone must be able to see you when I announce you, Mistress,” he told Lexi.
“Coming!”
Lexi followed him up the steep steps, being careful how she set her feet because of the feathered high heels. She didn’t want to trip and fall—there was nothing to grab onto since the stairs had no railing.
When she reached the top of the wooden platform, she found that it gave her an excellent view of the cavernous room below. Rhythmic music was being pumped from hidden speakers somewhere and that strange, almost-too-strong spicy scent was very much more noticeable here than it had been down below. Maybe it was the scent of the Dream Gas they used to mine here?
The dance floor seemed to be full of Mistresses and their bodyslaves. Some were swaying to the music but many more seemed to be standing around in small knots, gossiping. There were also large crowds gathered in the corners of the rooms—Lexi wondered why.
“What’s everybody doin’ in the corners there?” Bound asked the servant, obviously wondering the same thing.
“Oh, they’re gathered around the Dream Gas vents,” the servant explained. “This is no longer a working mine, but there are still a few lines of pure, unfiltered gas that come up through the floors here—it’s one reason we’re such a popular venue. The yellow gas makes you happy, the green gas makes you content, the blue gas makes you sad—I’d avoid that one if I were you—the pink gas—”
“Have you announced Mistress Pricklethorn here tonight?” Lexi asked anxiously, interrupting his listings of the available Dream Gasses. “I’d especially like to talk to her.”
“Yes, I did but I don’t know where she went. And of course, you can’t go find her until I’ve announced you,” the servant said, rather huffily. Clearly he was offended that she’d interrupted him. “So if you’d like to come to the center of the stage, I’ll give your introduction.” He looked at Gaze and Bound. “Be ready to pay her obeisance when I announce your Mistress. Which one of you will kiss her nipples and which will kiss her nether lips?”
“I’ll kiss her pussy,” both men said at once.
The servant looked at them in surprise.
“My—both so eager! So which shall it be?”
Gaze and Bound exchanged an unreadable look.
“You know how you get when you taste a female, Brother,” Gaze said. “You know how difficult you find it to restrain yourself.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Bound sighed, his eyes roving hungrily over Lexi’s body. “You’d better do it, Brother, and I’ll tend to our Angel’s sweet little nipples.”
“I’ll pleasure her well for both of us,” Gaze promised. He looked at Lexi. “Is that all right with you, Mistress?”
“I…I guess so,” Lexi murmured. She was a little surprised at how eager the two of them seemed to taste her. Did Kindred really get that much pleasure from such things?
“Be sure you put on a good show for the audience,” the servant instructed them. “This is a public party, which means nearly anything goes. Well, except penetration, of course. With your shafts, that is—nobody minds if you penetrate your Mistress with your tongue. In fact, we rather prefer it.” He tittered, covering his hand with his mouth coyly.
“Of course I wouldn’t let them penetrate me with their shafts,” Lexi protested, rather shocked that he would even mention such a thing. She had to admit that she greatly enjoyed touching the two big Kindred, but the idea of allowing a male to put his shaft inside her was far past the bounds of decency!
Bound and Gaze exchanged another look and Gaze said,
“Please don’t worry about that, Mistress. Bound and I would never do anything you didn’t want us to do.”
“Obviously you wouldn’t—that’s why you’re wearing pain collars!” the servant in the black leather straps exclaimed.
Of course, he didn’t know that the pain collars the two Kindred had on were non-working ones, but Lexi still felt better after the Light Twin’s reassurance.
“I know you wouldn’t, Gaze,” she told him. “I trust you—both of you.”
And though it might be strange to say, since they had known each other such a short time, she really did. There was an honesty when she touched them—a truthfulness that came through with every touch…every look…every word. The two males were straightforward and sincere—as Lexi was herself. She recognized her own qualities in them and it put her at ease.
“Now that we’ve all established how happy the three of you are together, do you think we might get on with your introduction, Mistress?” the servant said waspishly.
“Yes.” Lexi cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. “Yes, I…I think we’re ready now,” she said.
“Good. Bodyslaves, get into position. You, big boy,” he said to Gaze, “Let’s have you kneel at your Mistress’s feet. And you…” He pointed at Bound. “Stand by her side and be ready to attend her nipples.”