Handling the Hybrid Read online

  “Wait a minute—is that the problem? You thought I wouldn’t want to do it? Wouldn’t want to kiss your soft little pussy through your panties?” Both black eyebrows raised in a look of disbelief.

  “Well…my Aunt Deelee says that lots of male slaves don’t like it,” Tandy confessed. “Especially ones who were, uh, caught in the wild instead of raised to servitude. So I thought—”

  “You thought I wouldn’t like it.” He rumbled laughter and shook his head. “You really don’t know anything about Kindred, do you, little girl?”

  “What about Kindred?” she demanded.

  But Vrox only shook his head.

  “I tell you what,” he told her. “If you really want to know how I feel about kissing, licking, and tasting pussy, do me a favor and go change those panties you have on right now.”

  Tandy looked down at the more-than-respectable shimmery black panties she had on which matched her skirt. They were slightly larger than usual, covering her entire pussy thoroughly. She had to admit she’d picked them because they were a larger pair and she wasn’t sure how Vrox would feel about showing her obeisance.

  “What’s wrong with my panties?” she asked blankly.

  “They’re too big—they cover too much,” Vrox growled, still eyeing her hungrily. “If you want to know how I feel about kissing you there, do me a favor—go find the tiniest, naughtiest pair of panties you own and put those on. Then you’ll see how I feel when I kneel before you and show you my respect, little girl.”

  Tandy hadn’t known what to say to that but there was a challenge in the big Kindred’s mismatched eyes that she didn’t want to back down from.

  “All right.” She had lifted her chin and gone to change and then they had left for the garden party.

  Now, standing in line in the long, dark hallway that led to the bright, open garden and waiting to be announced to the party, Tandy wondered if maybe she had gone too far. She looked down at the panties and shifted her hips nervously. Her new under-things were still black but instead of the thick, opaque fabric of the pair she’d taken off, these were made of see-through lace.

  They consisted of a band of stretchy, frilly fabric that encircled her hips and a tiny triangle in front that barely hid her pussy mound and the top part of her pussy lips. At the triangle’s lowest point, two lacy black bands diverged in either direction. Instead of covering her, the strings basically framed the lower part of her pussy lips.

  The panties weren’t the absolute naughtiest she owned but Tandy felt like they gave the big Kindred a choice. If he wanted to, he could just kiss the lace triangle over her pussy mound. If, however, he really liked to pay obeisance, well, the open bottom of the panties gave him options there too.

  They were a bit daring, even for a gathering on Yonnie Six. Most Mistresses just wore panties with a discrete slit in the middle if they wanted their slave to kiss more deeply than a normal pair of underwear would allow. But Vrox had challenged her to put on a pair of naughty panties and Tandy hadn’t wanted to back down from that challenge.

  She could feel her heart pounding as the Mistress in front of them and her slave were called to be announced. She couldn’t forget the fact that though she had seen obeisance paid by slaves often enough, this was the first time she was ever going to have it paid to her—the first time a male had put his face anywhere near her pussy.

  Tandy couldn’t help wondering what it would be like.

  “Get ready,” she whispered to Vrox as the courtier at the head of the hallway beckoned to her. “Here we go. ”

  “I’m ready.” The light of anticipation was in his gold and blue eyes. “More than ready to pay my obeisance to you, little girl.”

  “Mistress—call me Mistress,” Tandy reminded him in a whisper.

  He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

  And then they were climbing the steps of the announcement platform and the courtier dressed in Lady Badonkadonk’s colors of orange and purple was reading her name from an elaborate holo-scroll which looked like expensive parchment, though it was actually just a 3-D light projection.

  “Attention if you please,” the courtier said importantly as Tandy looked out over Lady Badonkadonk’s garden and the many guests it held. “Announcing Lady Tandace Sweetbottom, heir to the Late Mistress Zora, owner of the Star-Spire Tower of Opulex and founder of the Society for the Humane Treatment of Slaves.”

  Because she still wasn’t a full-fledged Mistress, Tandy still had to be announced using her late aunt’s credentials. But if things went well today and during her final test with the Sacred Seven tomorrow, she would be announced with only her own name and accomplishments at the next formal party she attended.

  Speaking of the Sacred Seven, Tandy could see Mistress Sinda and at least two other members of the Yonnite ruling Council were in attendance today. Lady Badonkadonk’s annual garden party was always a lavish event and not to be missed.

  Then her mind was abruptly drawn away from the crowd and her musings about the future when Vrox dropped to his knees before her.

  “Spread your legs, Mistress,” he growled, looking up at her. “Spread wide so I can pay you obeisance.”

  Tandy widened her stance and became suddenly aware that her new panties had ridden up. The triangular patch that covered most of her pussy was pushed so high it now covered almost nothing at all. She started to readjust them quickly but Vrox caught her hand in his.

  “Leave it,” he murmured and his mismatched eyes were filled with hunger. “I like them that way, Mistress. Makes it so much easier to get to you.”

  Then he placed a gentle kiss on her palm and released her hand to press his face between her legs.

  “Oh!” Tandy tried to stifle the little sound that escaped her lips, which was half moan/half a cry of pleasure as his hot mouth met her naked pussy. But somehow it came out anyway.

  As though he was determined to prove to her how he felt about this particular act, Vrox didn’t do anything in half measures. Instead of kissing her gently or tentatively, he tongued her open immediately with a long, hot lick that started at the entrance of her pussy and slid, long and slow, all the way up to the top of her slit.

  Tandy gasped again as she felt his hot tongue drag over her sensitive clit. Vrox wasn’t even pretending to kiss her panties—instead, he was tasting her openly—lapping her pussy in front of all of Yonnie Six high society with obvious hunger and lust.

  “Vrox,” she moaned as he did it again…and then again, sending shivers of desire and need through her entire body. “Oh Goddess, please…”

  The big Kindred seemed to take this as an invitation to do even more because he wrapped his arms around her thighs and split her wider, propping one of her legs over his broad, bare shoulder so he could get his tongue deeper into her.

  Tandy cried out and grasped the railing of the platform behind her with one hand while she buried the other in the big Kindred’s rough black hair. He was sucking her clit now—drawing the hot little button of flesh into his mouth and torturing it sweetly with the tip of his tongue before withdrawing to give her long, slow, deliberate laps with the flat of his tongue.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tandy knew things were probably going too far but she couldn’t seem to stop. She could only hold on for dear life and moan as Vrox pushed her higher and higher with the hungry way he was devouring her pussy.

  “Excuse me! Excuse me, slave!” the courtier who had announced them hissed at him after a few minutes of the public display. “The next Mistress is waiting to be announced! You must stop now and leave the announcement platform at once!”

  Vrox looked up, his blue and gold eyes half-lidded with lust, his mouth shiny with her juices.

  “You can go fuck yourself,” he growled at the courtier. “Not goin’ anywhere until my Mistress comes on my tongue. I want to taste her honey right from the source.”

  And then he went back to lapping her, his hot tongue caressing her swollen folds with rough, hungry strokes that made Tan
dy feel like she was going to die if she didn’t come soon.

  I shouldn’t, though—shouldn’t come in front of all these people, she thought hazily. And then Vrox did something new with his tongue and she couldn’t help herself—she was flying, her orgasm overwhelming her as suddenly as a drenching rainstorm on a summer day.

  “Oh…oh!” she cried, unable to be quiet or decorous when the big Kindred between her thighs was giving her such pleasure. “Oh, Vrox, yes…yes!”

  Her fingers tightened in his hair and her hips bucked up to meet his mouth, opening her pussy even wider for his oral pleasure. There were murmurs from the crowd of watching Mistresses but Tandy barely noticed them, she was so caught up in the intense orgasm the big Kindred was giving her.

  She was instantly addicted to his tongue—so hot and wet and completely different from any toy or buzzer she’d ever used on herself. It made her wish he would never go—never leave her. Because how could she go back to a lonely bedroom with nothing but a mechanical toy after being so lovingly and thoroughly tasted by the big Kindred?

  As he had the night before, Vrox rode out her orgasm, lapping away her honey until she almost collapsed over his broad back, spent from the overwhelming pleasure. At last, after her gasping and moaning had been replaced by trembling, he pulled away and looked up at her.

  “You all right, Mistress?” he asked in a low voice.

  Tandy nodded, trying to come back to herself.

  “I…yes,” she whispered, nodding weakly. “That was just…I’ve never had anyone…do that to me before.”

  “First time being tasted?” He grinned at her when she nodded. “I thought maybe it was. Hope I didn’t disappoint—at least now you know how Kindred feel about eating pussy.”

  “Yes, I….I certainly do,” Tandy agreed faintly. “But we have to get going, Vrox. I think other Mistresses are waiting their turn.” She nodded at the fuming courtier who was standing to one side of them, glaring and impatiently tapping the long, curling toe of his ridiculously fancy orange and purple boot.

  Vrox looked at the other male and grinned.

  “My Mistress has finished coming so now we’ll leave,” he told him. Then he stood up and swept Tandy into his arms and descended the steps in style. “Well, now what, Mistress?” he asked as he sat her gently on her feet.

  “Now we walk around and enjoy the party,” Tandy said, trying to smile. She was a little embarrassed at how wild she had gotten when he paid obeisance to her. Most Mistresses didn’t come—especially not so vocally—when their slaves made this particular sign of respect, and she felt like everyone was looking at her and Vrox. Still, she tried to make the most of things and walk as though nothing had happened, even though her legs still felt decidedly rubbery.

  Mistress Badonkadonk had a very impressive and important botanical collection which consisted only of plants which bore a resemblance to either male or female sexual organs. As they strolled down the sunlit path, Tandy saw nipples of the Goddess plant, which had flowers that resembled shiny, ruby-red nubs and then a slave tongue bush, with its many long, pink, feathery blossoms which could be used for self-pleasure if they were plucked at their ripest.

  “Gods, what’s that thing?” she heard Vrox ask. Turing, she saw a Lord and Lady plant waving in the afternoon breeze. The plant had two distinct flowers—one which looked like a thick, waxy white phallus and the other which was shaped like a shiny pink vulva. It was self-pollinating at the moment which meant several of the phalluses were dipping into the vulva-looking parts of the plant and expelling dusty squirts of bright purple pollen.

  Before she could answer his question, though, she became aware that a trio of Mistresses on the other side of the Lord and Lady plant were pointing and whispering about her and Vrox.

  “There—that’s him! The new Kindred slave Lady Tandy is training,” murmured one Mistress to another.

  “I heard he was absolutely feral before she used her new slave training technique on him!” her friend whispered back.

  “My Goddess, his shaft is huge,” the third murmured. “Do you think she, ah…makes use of it?” She tittered unkindly. “I mean, considering her family history and what happened to her mother, you know.”

  Tandy frowned and decided to take the three gossips on.

  “Hello,” she said pleasantly, walking up to them. “I heard the three of you discussing my new slave, Vrox here.”

  Vrox, who had followed protectively close behind her, gave a short nod but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the Mistresses.

  “Why, uh, yes…” The woman who had wondered aloud if Tandy “made use” of the big Kindred’s shaft, looked disconcerted. She had long, sleek blonde hair which was teased up into a platinum tower atop her head. Her name was Mistress Tillabong, if Tandy remembered correctly. Aunt Zora had never liked her but she was one of Aunt Deelee’s closest friends.

  The other two were Mistress Lackwitt—a short, snub-nosed woman with a poof of bright purple hair and Mistress Poodlefart who had black and white striped hair which matched her black and white striped outfit. All three of them had slaves in attendance but none was nearly as big and muscular as Vrox was.

  “He’s just so very large and wild-looking,” Mistress Lackwitt said lamely, looking up at the big Kindred. “We were wondering how in the world you ever managed to tame him.”

  “By use of a new technique Lady Tandace calls ‘The Yarron Method,’ I believe.”

  The new voice belonged to Mistress Sinda, who was walking gracefully towards them, her own slave following a respectful distance behind.

  “Oh, hello Mistress Sinda.” Tandy bobbed her a little curtsy. “It’s so nice to see you today. Ah…where is my Aunt Deelee? I assumed she’d be here since it was her recommendation that I come and show Vrox today.”

  “It’s lovely to see you, too, Tandace.” The other woman nodded at her. “I’m afraid your aunt isn’t feeling well today. She asked that I would keep an eye on you and I certainly have been.” She gave Tandy an approving look. “That was quite an entrance, I don’t mind telling you. I think half the Mistresses here wish they had a slave who was as good at paying obeisance as your Kindred is.”

  Tandy felt her face getting hot with a blush but she lifted her chin and smiled.

  “Thank you, Mistress Sinda. I, uh, worked with him all night last night and I think the extra training really paid off.”

  “I would certainly say so.” Mistress Sinda smiled at her. “I must say, I continue to be very impressed with the way he’s behaving. I had my doubts at first but your new method is excellent.”

  “Tell us about this new method, please!” Mistress Lackwitt begged. “My own Ruport just won’t behave right, even though I shock him constantly!” She nodded back at a cowering slave behind her who had a look of mute misery on his face.

  “If you’re shocking him all the time, that’s the problem,” Tandy told her. “My method of slave training relies on gentleness and love and caring. You must make your slave love you and want to stay with you for life—you can’t get that kind of devotion if you’re constantly giving him pain for every little perceived slight.”

  As she spoke, she wished in a way that her “method” wasn’t just made up. If only she could get the big Kindred to stay with her for life. If only she could make him fall in love with her! Instead he was destined to go as soon as she passed her final Test of Mastery and got her inheritance. The thought made her sad and she wanted to do something to cheer herself up.

  “Training with love?” Mistress Tillabong sneered. “Who ever heard of such a crazy notion? That male of yours is a monster—I just hope you have the means to control him if he runs amok!”

  “Of course I do—I have his remote right here.” Tandy patted the little velvet bag with the remote in it hanging from her belt. “And you shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss my method—it works. I give Vrox only love and he gives me only pleasure in return.”

  “Well, we certainly saw that much,” Mistress Pood
lefart sniffed but Tandy thought she sounded jealous. It was obvious her own cringing slave wouldn’t enjoy kissing her panties—let alone doing anything else to bring her sexual pleasure. Whereas it seemed that Vrox couldn’t get enough of Tandy.

  And though she and the big Kindred had a deal to their mutual benefit, she didn’t think he was faking any of his response to her body. Not after the way he’d tasted her so eagerly when they were announced and the way he’d made her come the night before.

  “Vrox,” she said to the big Kindred, looking up at him. “You did an especially good job paying me obeisance just now when I was being announced. I’d like you to drop to your knees and taste the sweetness of my approval.” She indicated her right nipple, which was dusted with the silvery pleasure dust as she spoke.

  “It would be my pleasure to taste your…approval, Mistress,” Vrox growled hungrily. He dropped gracefully to his knees before her at once, wrapped his arms around her waist, and drew the tight bud of her nipple between his lips. Then he looked up and locked gazes with her as he sucked her deeply, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body as he tongued and lapped her tight little point.

  Tandy couldn’t help moaning and running her hands through his wild black hair as he sucked her. It really hadn’t been her intention to put on another sex show—she only wanted to prove that her “method” worked and shut the catty Mistresses up. But it seemed that Vrox had other plans. Maybe it was because of the stay-hard oil or maybe it was just that tasting her pussy earlier had gotten him fired up, but it seemed to take a long, long time for him to finish sucking and finally release her nipple from his mouth.

  “Mmm, Mistress,” he growled, licking his lips. “Love the sweet taste of your nipples—and it’s not just that fucking pleasure dust either. It’s you. You taste amazing fucking everywhere.”

  “Oh my!” Mistress Lackwitt was fanning herself with a hand and looking decidedly flushed while Mistress Tillabong looked more irritated than ever. Mistress Sinda was smiling and Mistress Poodlefart looked like she didn’t know what to think.