“Oh,” Nikki whispered. “You’re right, of course. I’m sorry, Malik. I’m just not used to being so…so exposed.”
“Your breasts are beautiful,” Malik murmured. “There is no need for you to feel shame in exposing them.”
“Thank you but it’s not just body issues keeping me from walking around topless all day,” Nikki said, feeling slightly exasperated. “It’s just not done in my society. I mean, except for some nude beaches in Europe but with the boys always needing clothes and shoes and braces there’s no way I’m going to ever get a vacation to the south of France so the chances of me running around with my boobs on display are basically nil.”
“Of course, I understand. Your nipples will be covered at least,” Malik said, clearly trying to comfort her.
“They will be?” Nikki asked hopefully. “Oh, are there some kind of pasties I can wear?” Which wouldn’t be much coverage but at this point, she was willing to take whatever she could get.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what ‘pasties’ are,” Malik said, frowning. “What I was referring to are the punishment and relief dust you will be wearing on your nipples—the fire and the ice as they are sometimes called.”
“What kind of powders, now?” Nikki stared at him blankly.
“These.” Crossing to the big black chest of drawers, Malik pulled open the top drawer and reached inside it. What he held out to her were the three little vials Nikki had seen the day before when she’d been snooping in Mistress Hellenix’s things. One was filled with red and gold granules, the second was filled with blue and silver, and the third had some kind of clear liquid in it and a tiny brush attached to it that looked a little like a fingernail polish brush.
“What are those for?” she asked, shaking her head. “Am I supposed to put them on my nipples?”
“No, I will,” Malik said authoritatively. “I must make sure your sensitive nipples are well covered by the protective undercoat. Otherwise you might get the dust on your bare skin and you’ll feel like one of your nipples is freezing all night while the other burns.”
“What?” Nikki took a quick step back. “I don’t want to put anything on my nipples that freezes or burns! Why would anyone wear that dust stuff in the first place?” she demanded, nodding at the small vials, still cupped in his large hand.
“To punish your slave, of course,” Malik said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “If he is disobedient in any way, you instruct him to suckle the nipples dipped in the fire dust.” He raised the vial with red and gold granules. “And to cool his pain, when you feel he has been punished enough, you order him to suck the nipple coated in ice dust—which is also sweet,” he added, raising the vial filled with blue and silver dust.
“But I’m not going to use those on you, of course,” Nikki protested, shaking her head. “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like your mouth is on fire!”
Malik frowned. “I am afraid you must use them at least once—to keep up the illusion that you truly are Mistress Hellenix. My old Mistress always punished me with the dust at least once at any social gathering.”
“But Malik, I don’t want to hurt you!” Nikki exclaimed. She didn’t particularly want him sucking her nipples in public, either but since he was already going to be kissing her pussy in front of everyone at the banquet that part hardly seemed to matter.
“Mistress…Nicole…” He put down the vials for a moment and took both her hands in his. “I know what a tender heart you have,” he murmured, ducking down to look earnestly into her eyes. “But what I want most of all is for you to not be caught in your deception. I can bear a little pain to keep you safe. Please—just promise you will use the dust at least once tonight. You must keep up the illusion that you are my old Mistress.”
“Well…” Nikki bit her lip. But really, what choice did she have? “All right,” she said at last, nodding. “I’ll do it. But it’s going to be quick—I don’t want you sitting there feeling like your mouth is on fire for half the night.”
“That’s fine.” Malik nodded. “I’ll do something clumsy like spilling my drink to give you a reason to punish me so you can get it over with.”
“Did you do that for Mistress Hellenix?” Nikki asked. “Do something on purpose to give her a reason to punish you?”
He shook his head. “She never needed a reason. It was her pleasure to punish me often and so she did.”
“Ugh—she’s horrible! I just hope she’s not mistreating my boys!” Nikki exclaimed.
“She won’t mistreat them but she will make them mind.” Malik sounded thoughtful. “She won’t tolerate misbehavior.”
That was what Nikki was afraid of but she didn’t say so. She hadn’t had another “flash” of what the alien dominatrix was doing back on Earth since the last one where it appeared Mistress Hellenix was forcing Gary to kneel so it was difficult to know exactly what was going on back home.
Well, I’ll be back there soon, she told herself. We just have the banquet tonight and then straight to Uriel Two and after that, Earth. The three destinations were far apart but luckily, Malik had told her they were able to use wormholes to travel vast distances in an instant. So Nikki was pretty sure she wouldn’t be stuck in her evil twin’s life much longer.
Not that there won’t be some things I miss, she thought, looking longingly at Malik. Though she had only known the big Kindred for a few days, he had somehow found a place in her heart. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he made her feel uncompromisingly beautiful and desirable—or maybe it had to do with the fact that he seemed so attuned to her body he was able to bring her effortlessly to orgasm in a way that had always eluded her ex-husband.
I’ve had the best sex of my life with him, Nikki realized, looking up into his silver eyes. And we haven’t even had actual sex!
Well, other than oral sex, that was. But they’d had plenty of that, with Malik making her come over and over as they “practiced” the night before. Afterwards, he had curled her into the curve of his big body and they had slept spooned on the vast bed with its crimson mattress. Though there were no sheets or blankets, Nikki had been kept warm by his body heat and had woken up cocooned in comfort and wrapped in his arms. His warm, spicy scent seemed even stronger in the morning somehow and she lay there breathing him in and wishing so much that things were different, that she could let herself feel what she wanted to feel…
“What are you thinking, Mistress?” Malik rumbled and she realized she’d been standing there, staring at him, lost in thought.
“How much I’m going to miss you when this is all over,” Nikki said, before she could stop herself. “Uh…” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, um—”
“I’m going to miss you, too,” Malik said unexpectedly. He drew her close, looking down into her eyes again. “I used to dream of you, you know—or someone like you. A female as beautiful as my old Mistress but one who was kind instead of cruel—caring instead of deadly. You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman, Nicole. I wish we had met under other circumstances.”
“Oh…” Nikki bit her lip. “I…I feel the same way. If only we could have met fifteen years ago, before I had so much baggage and three kids to raise.” She shook her head. “I’ll be a single mom for sure once the divorce is final. No man is going to be crazy enough to let himself being roped into helping raise three teenage boys at once.”
“I would,” Malik said honestly. “I have raised boys before—remember? But my first duty must be to my home planet.”
“Of course—of course, it has to be,” Nikki murmured, her heart pounding. God, if only she had met the big Kindred earlier in her life—like before she’d let Gary get her pregnant with Jude. But no—she loved her kids—she couldn’t regret having them. She just wished she had a better man to help her raise them. A man like Malik—but as he said, he was unavailable.
Unavailable and yet so near. Nikki had the urge to stand on her tiptoes and taste that sensual mouth of his.
She put her hands on his bare, warm chest, feeling the muscles flexing under her fingers and leaned closer. God, he smelled so good—was that spicy, electrical scent some kind of cologne or just the natural smell of his skin?
“Nicole…” he rumbled and his eyes were suddenly heavy-lidded. If they weren’t careful they were going to end up “practicing” how to let him kiss her again and they would be late for the banquet.
The thought snapped her out of the lustful trance she’d fallen into and she took a step back.
“Well, I guess we’d better finish getting ready—we have to leave soon,” she said lightly, trying to defuse the tension that had crept up between them.
“Very well. I will apply the dust to your nipples. Would you come stand on the preparation platform, Mistress, so that I can reach you more easily?” he asked.
“Oh, um—of course.” Nikki followed him and he pulled out an unassuming black wooden box and placed it in front of the 3-D mirror. Then he picked her up and sat her on it as easily as though he was lifting a small child.
His strength, as always, amazed her. Gary hadn’t even been able to lift her up and carry her over the threshold when they first got married and she had been a lot lighter and they’d both been much younger back then. Malik picked her up and carried her around as though she weighed nothing at all. It really was incredible—and kind of nice too. It made her feel like a heroine in a romance novel which was silly—who ever heard of a romance novel where the heroine took a bath in blood and then had bugs for supper?
Nikki put the ridiculous idea from her mind as she watched Malik prepare her for the punishment dust. He took the tiny vial of clear fluid and, using the miniature brush, painted every bit of her right nipple and areola with the sticky stuff. Then he picked up the vial with the fire dust in it and, holding her breast in one hand, sprinkled it carefully over the coated area.
Nikki was a little nervous having him sprinkle something that was presumably hotter than the hottest hot sauce you could buy anywhere on Earth on such a delicate area. But Malik had done a good, thorough job applying the protective undercoat and she didn’t feel a thing with either the right breast or the left when he repeated the process and sprinkled the blue and silver ice dust on her other nipple.
“There.” Malik took a step back so that she could see herself in the mirror from all angles. “Now you are ready to go.”
“I guess so.” Nikki sighed. The dust really didn’t cover her nipples so much as draw attention to them. She couldn’t help feeling extremely exposed. Between the elaborate up-do (which Malik had used some kind of hair-dressing machine to create,) the tight, shiny black dress, the thigh-high boots, and her now glittering gold/red and silver/blue nipples, she didn’t recognize herself.
She was also very aware of the tiny red panties which matched the crimson bustier that she was wearing. They were what Malik called “split panties” meaning that they had a split right down the middle so that when he paid his obeisance to her by kissing her panties at the banquet, he would be able to kiss her “deeply and without reserve,” as he had put it.
It blew Nikki’s mind to think that only two days ago she’d been a normal wife and mom struggling to get through the day back on Earth and now she was half-naked, impersonating an alien dominatrix, and about to be intimate with a man she barely knew in front of a bunch of strangers.
Well, actually, that wasn’t quite right. She certainly felt like she knew Malik a lot better than she had any right to after last night. But still, how had all this happened?
Oh right—the E’lo stones, she thought, looking down at the tiny black velvet bag she’d put her own shiny purple M&M into. She was keeping it with her at all times—just in case. And to be honest, she didn’t really mind the adventure it had sent her on—parts of it had been incredible. She just wished she didn’t have to be put on display like this in public. For a naturally modest person like she was, this kind of exhibitionism was really hard to take.
Malik seemed to know what she was thinking.
“You look perfect,” he said, firmly. “One thing you have to remember if you’re going to play my old Mistress convincingly is that she loves showing off her body. You need to be bolder, Nicole—own your beauty and flaunt it.”
“I’m certainly flaunting something,” Nikki muttered, eyeing herself one more time. She stepped down from the box and looked up at him. “So now we’re all ready to go?”
“You are but I’m not,” Malik said. “And I’m afraid I’ll need your help getting ready.”
“Of, of course—what do you want me to do? Should I re-braid your hair or something?”
He smiled—a little grimly, she thought—and shook his head.
“Not quite. I need you to get me ready for display at the banquet. I would do it myself but unfortunately, I am unable to touch myself intimately without extreme pain due to the avoidance sensors my old Mistress had implanted under my skin.”
“Uh…what?” None of what he was saying made much sense to Nikki.
“I’ll show you,” he said simply. He was wearing, as always, the tight black leather trousers and the black loincloth and he had also put on a short, crimson red vest which matched her bustier and showed off his muscular arms without covering his chest. Now he moved the loincloth to one side, revealing one of the silver cages Nikki had seen around some of the other male slaves’ equipment.
“Oh my,” she said sympathetically. “I didn’t know you were wearing that thing, Malik! You should have told me and I would have taken it off you right away.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know if I could have been trusted without it last night—not when you spread your thighs for me so sweetly and allowed me to pleasure you with my tongue. If I’d had my chastity cage removed, the urge to make love to you and try to bond you to me might have been insurmountable.”
Nikki wasn’t sure what he meant by “bonding” her to him but the idea that licking and tasting her pussy turned him on so much he could barely trust himself sent a little shiver of lust through her. She had never heard of a man who loved going down half as much as Malik did.
“I see,” she said, nodding. “So I need to take it off for the banquet? Will, uh, will you be able to control yourself when you…you know, kiss my panties?”
He nodded. “You took the sharp edge off my need last night when you allowed me to taste you for so long. I am in control today. Thank you.”
Nikki had to bite back a laugh. “You gave me multiple orgasms last night,” she pointed out. “And you’re thanking me?”
“Of course,” he said gravely. “I am thanking you for trusting me enough to open for me and for sharing your sweet honey so generously when I was so thirsty for it.” His eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked at her and his voice dropped to a soft growl. “Truly, Nicole, I could spend all night between your thighs and count myself a lucky male.”
“Wow…” She shook her head. “I wish there were more Earth guys like you! And that I had found one of them before I ran into Gary.” She sighed. “Never mind about that though—what do I need to do? Just take off the cage?”
Malik shook his head.
“Unfortunately, no. My shaft must be oiled and erect and fitted with a stay-hard band to keep it that way before we can go to the banquet. I and every other slave there will be on display—it is a point of pride for the Yonnite Mistresses to have a slave with ample equipment.”
“Oh, um…okay.” Nikki nodded. “I can do that, I guess.”
“Thank you,” Malik said gravely. “As I said, I would do it myself but for the avoidance sensors.” He frowned. “As soon as I am free of here and have completed my mission, getting rid of the sensors will be my first priority.”
“I don’t blame you,” Nikki said. She couldn’t imagine not being able to touch yourself when you needed or wanted to. “Does Mistress Hellenix keep you in this thing all the time?” she asked, as she felt delicately between his legs, trying to find the smooth spot t
hat took her fingerprint. Though she had done this the day before for Dark, it was still extremely awkward.
Malik nodded. “She prefers to keep me in chastity almost always. And since I am never allowed to service her, except with my tongue, it is practical for her.” He shrugged. “Better for me too—it’s certainly preferable to being kept in a state of constant arousal, as the statue slaves are.”
“Yeah, I feel sorry for those guys,” Nikki muttered. “There—I think I’ve got it.”
As she spoke, the silver cage split in two and fell away, revealing what had to be the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life.
Oh my! whispered a shocked little voice in her head. And he’s not even hard yet!
Though he was certainly getting that way. Nikki had ended up cupping him, as she had with Dark the night before, when the cage fell away. Now she could feel the big Kindred’s equipment twitch and start to grow in her hands.
“Oh!” she exclaimed and pulled her hands away before she remembered she was supposed to be touching him. “Um, sorry,” she said lamely. “You’re just, uh, really big and it kind of surprised me.”
“Of course.” He nodded. “All Kindred are well endowed—it is a genetic trait of my people.”
“It’s, uh, very nice.” Nikki bobbed her head awkwardly, feeling stupid. “But…um…What’s that in the middle?” she blurted. Because Malik had a cock like none other she had ever laid eyes on.
It wasn’t just that it was big—although she estimated it must have been in the neighborhood of fourteen or fifteen inches long which was crazy-huge, but there was also something else she’d never seen.
The first seven or eight inches of his shaft looked like a regular cock you might see on any man, with a broad, flaring head and a thick diameter. That part alone would have been enough to make any guy back on Earth feel extremely well-endowed. But just in the middle of his shaft, was a kind of ridge of flesh that stuck up about two inches above the rest of his cock.
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