Finding his Goddess – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
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It wasn’t easy to see what else Mistress Shin’dara was wearing since she was already sitting at the dining table, but her top was tight and black and clung to her like a second skin. The nipples had been cut out of it, showing bright red peaks sticking out from the circular holes.

Lucy stepped into the Banquet Hall with her chin up, trying to look confident. Mistress Shin’dara was already seated at the table and two guards dressed like the one who had come to get her were standing silently at attention on either side of her chair. They had stoic looks on their faces and black collars around their throats. Both their cocks were held at attention by leather cock-rings.

“Good morning,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t start shaking. “There have been some changes overnight, I see. Last night when I want to bed, I was the guest of Lady Twa’linda. Now I find you here in her place—what happened?”

“What happened?” Mistress Shin’dara laughed, her dark eyes flashing. “Why, I happened, my dear! She might lock me away for years but she can never completely get rid of me, you know. So you’re my guest now. Which means I must be a good hostess and provide you breakfast before you go on your way.” She spread out a hand, indicating the table which was spread with alien delicacies. “Please—come and join me.”

Lucy actually was rather hungry—she hadn’t had anything but soup and fruit the day before. She knew T’zaren must be hungry too, though she didn’t know if he’d be allowed to eat or not. He might just have to wait until they got back to their ship, unfortunately.

She stepped towards the table but Mistress Shin’dara put up a hand.

“Stop! Are you going to sit without first making your manslave pay you proper obeisance?”

“Oh, er, of course not.” Lucy lifted her chin, glad that the seamstress had provided her with the right kind of clothing for this little ritual to take place. “T’zaren,” she said clearly, tugging on his leash. “Drop to your knees and pay me obeisance.”

“As my Dom’mesque commands, so it is my pleasure to obey,” the big Monstrum rumbled.

He faced Lucy and dropped gracefully to his knees, lowering himself from his towering height to kneel before her. Once again Lucy was glad of the seamstress’s choice in clothes—because of the high-heeled black boots, T’zaren was able to duck his head and reach her panties without too much trouble, despite his great height.

He put his hands on her hips to steady her, but just as he was pressing his face to the crotch of her panties, Mistress Shin’dara called out,

“Stop!”

Again? What did we do wrong this time? Lucy wondered. But she and T’zaren both froze in place as she looked up at the Twainer.

“Yes?” she asked politely. “Do you have a problem with the way my manservant is paying me obeisance?”

“I certainly do!” Mistress Shin’dara sniffed. “Why, may I ask, are you allowing him to use his hands on you? A properly trained manslave will never use his hands when his mouth is all that is needed. Also, how can he pay you proper obeisance when you’re wearing those ridiculous panties?”

“They…they have a slit in them,” Lucy pointed out. “But of course, this is your house and if you’d like, I can remove them,” she added, regaining her composure.

“By all means,” Lady Shin’dara said icily. “I never wear underthings myself. They only impede the ability of my staff to worship me properly.”

Lucy thought that the Twainer’s idea of “worship” probably differed from the way T’zaren used the word. Despite the fact that they both meant pussy kissing or licking, when T’zaren said it, it was clearly meant to be an act of reverence and love. For Mistress Shin’dara, it was a punishment—a way to show her domination over the hapless males under her control.

But however she took the word, it was clear what Mistress Shin’dara expected of her and Lucy knew she’d better provide it. She started to reach under her skirt and take off the black lace panties herself…but then she had a better idea.

“T’zaren,” she said to the still-kneeling Monstrum. “You will remove my panties so that you can pay proper obeisance to me.”

“Of course, my Dom’mesque,” he rumbled. He reached for her but Lucy was ready for him. She pulled the black riding crop from the hook at her side and placed the flat black rectangle on the end against his broad chest, holding him back before he could touch her.

“Hands behind your back, T’zaren,” she ordered. “You will remove my panties with your teeth.”

His golden eyes flashed as he nodded acknowledgement.

“Yes, Dom’mesque—it is my pleasure to obey.”

“Very good.” Lucy nodded at him. She was really beginning to get into the act now and, to her surprise, she found she was actually kind of enjoying it. It felt good to have power over such a huge, muscular warrior—to have him kneel before her and promise to obey.


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