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  “I thought you only had to kiss my panties?” Nikki objected.

  “So I do, but to be honest, many slaves kiss their Mistresses in a very, uh, deep fashion,” Malik explained. “You have to be prepared for that. If you jump away from me or act offended or surprised as you did when I kissed you in the great hall in front of the other slaves today, people are going to suspect you aren’t really Mistress Hellenix.”

  He had a point, Nikki had to admit.

  “All right,” she said reluctantly. “So what should we do?”

  “Practice letting me kiss your panties without you jumping away.” Malik produced a tiny, wispy pair of lace panties that matched the black lace gown and held them out to her.

  “Oh, um…” Nikki didn’t know what to say. She took the panties and put them on but just like the nightdress, they barely covered anything. They were a rectangle of black lace about the width of a toothbrush and the length of her pinky finger. Which basically meant they barely covered her slit. The rest of the tiny garment was just strings that went around her hips and held the scrap of lace intact.

  “These are obscene,” she protested, looking down at herself. “You can practically see my entire, uh, area.”

  “That is the idea,” Malik said patiently. “Wearing panties is really only to preserve dignity in the Yonnite culture since it is technically not allowed to let your slave penetrate you with his tongue.”

  “Oh, it’s not? But I thought you said—”

  Malik held up a finger to stop her and went on.

  “However, enterprising Yonnites like my old Mistress have found ways to get around that old-fashioned convention. As long as they have panties on—no matter how small—they can have a slave pleasure them orally in public and claim that he is only ‘kissing their panties.’”

  “Oh,” Nikki murmured. “So…people will expect me to be wearing, uh, the smallest panties possible?”

  He nodded. “Just as my old Mistress would have. She pushed the limits with her fashion choices—even by Yonnite standards.”

  “I believe that,” Nikki muttered, looking down at the way her breasts were so exposed. “But you’re not really going to—to taste me, right?” she asked, her heart pounding. “You say you just…just want to kiss me? Kiss my panties”

  “To show my respect,” Malik growled softly. “The respect of a slave for his beautiful Mistress. And to help you get used to my mouth on you here.” His big warm hand cupped her mostly naked mound, radiating an electrical, tingling heat and his silver eyes were half-lidded as he looked at her. That warm, spicy, electrical scent of his was rising around her, making it hard to think.

  “Well, I guess…guess it can’t do any harm to practice. As long as all you do is kiss me,” Nikki said. “Kiss my panties, I mean.”

  “I swear it.” Malik nodded gravely and began easing her back to the mattress. “Lie back, Mistress, and let us practice.”

  Heart pounding, Nikki did as he said, though she kept her legs tightly closed.

  “Now, Mistress—how can I reach you this way?” Malik asked, frowning, as he settled beside her on the bed, his head about even with her hips.

  “Oh, I guess…guess you’re right.” Feeling nervous, Nikki parted her thighs and let him in. The feeling of his hot breath blowing across her mostly naked mound made her feel like her heart was beating in every part of her body at once and she could feel herself getting slippery and hot between her legs.

  God, could he tell how turned on she was? Nikki hoped not! It was so embarrassing the way he affected her, especially when they were just supposed to be practicing. At least the thin panties still mostly covered her pussy slit—though she could feel her outer lips spreading as she opened her thighs.

  Malik leaned down and gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the top of her mound. Then he looked up at her.

  “Well?”

  “Well what? Is that it?” Nikki asked, disappointed despite herself.

  “That’s all I can do with what you’re offering me,” Malik pointed out. “Listen, Nicole—in order to play Mistress Hellenix, you have to act like her.”

  “And…and how would she act in this scenario?” Nikki asked somewhat breathlessly.

  “My old Mistress loved oral pleasure—moreover, she considered it her due,” Malik rumbled. “If she was lying here instead of you, ordering me to kiss her panties, she would spread her thighs wide and grab my hair to pull me down to her. She wouldn’t be shy about telling me what she expected, either.”

  “Oh, um…” Nikki took a deep breath. She had to get this right—they were going to be doing it or something very like it in front of a crowd of banquet-goers tomorrow night. Taking a deep breath, she reached up and slid her fingers into his thick hair.

  “Good, good—now tell me what to do,” Malik murmured, his eyes glowing with desire.

  “Malik, I want you to come down here and…and kiss my panties,” Nikki heard herself say. She was trying to make her voice bossy and imperious but it came out more breathy and needy.

  Malik didn’t hesitate to obey.

  Leaning down, he gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her mound. Then he leaned further and at first Nikki thought he was going to nudge the tiny black lace rectangle to one side and lap her inner pussy. Instead, he sucked one outer pussy lip into his mouth and released it slowly, teasingly, before sucking the other one the same way. Then he returned to the first and continued to kiss and suck her again and again, back and forth from one side to the other until Nikki thought she might go crazy from the indirect pleasure.

  “Oh…” Nikki moaned softly. “Malik that…those aren’t my panties,” she protested breathlessly.

  “Naturally not,” he growled softly, looking up. “Because when a Mistress tells you to kiss her panties, she actually means the area around the panties—not the panties themselves. Didn’t I tell you the panties were just a way to circumvent convention?”

  “Yes, but…but these panties are already so small—they barely cover anything at all,” Nikki pointed out.

  “Only the way you’re wearing them,” Malik rumbled. “Would you like me to show you the way these are really meant to be worn, Mistress?”

  “I…I guess so,” Nikki murmured breathlessly.

  Malik sat back and did something to the top of the tiny lace rectangle. He seemed to be rearranging it somehow but Nikki couldn’t tell what he was doing because his head blocked her view. At last he leaned back and motioned for her to look.

  Nikki gave a little gasp when she saw what he had done. The black lace apparently had some kind of zipper running down the center of it she hadn’t noticed before. Malik had unzipped it all the way and spread it open so that instead of hiding her slit, it framed her entire pussy with lacy black lines. Her outer pussy lips were red and swollen from the hot way he had sucked them. Even worse, they were spreading open to show her inner folds and the little pink pearl of her clit, all shiny with her juices.

  “Oh God, Malik—now they really are obscene,” she moaned, trying to shut her thighs.

  “No, Mistress—open yourself to me,” he growled sternly. “This is how Mistress Hellenix would wear these panties.”

  “But if you kiss…kiss me like this, you won’t be kissing my panties,” Nikki protested. “You’ll be kissing my…my…”

  “Your open pussy. Yes,” Malik murmured, his voice deep with desire. “Which is exactly what you need to let me do now, Mistress. You need to get used to letting me kiss you like this here, tonight in private, before you let me do it tomorrow in public.”

  “I…I don’t know.” Nikki bit her lip. “Do you really think we should?”

  “I know we should.” Malik nodded. Then, seeing her uncertainty, he murmured more gently, “Remember, Nicole—it’s just a kiss. And I swear I’ll be gentle and respectful. You don’t have to worry about me going too far and penetrating you with my tongue or fingers. You just need to practice letting me kiss your open pussy a little.”

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