Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Wait—but are they going to keep him from touching his entire body?” Kaitlyn protested, putting up a hand to push the cuffs away.
“Oh no—just his shaft,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said dismissively, pushing the cuffs into her hands. “Go on—put them on him. I’ve disconnected the chains.”
Kaitlyn wasn’t quite sure what to do. She turned to her Protector, uncertain of his reaction to this. What man would willingly give up the ability to touch himself? Surely he wasn’t going to like it.
But Braze surprised her by silently holding out his wrists.
Looking up, Kaitlyn caught his eyes. She raised her eyebrows. Really?
He nodded slightly, still not speaking. Apparently he was all right with this.
Trying not to show her surprise, she clicked the heavy metal manacles around his wrists, one at a time. With each click of the metal ends meeting, she felt and heard a soft, buzzing hum from the cuffs.
Braze looked at the manacles and then nodded at her again.
“Thank you, my goddess,” he rumbled.
Kaitlyn bit her lip. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the new nickname…was it better than “Mistress?” She didn’t know, but it gave her a fluttery feeling in her stomach to hear it.
“You’re welcome, Braze,” she said softly.
“Now see—it’s just fine,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said cheerfully. “Now then, what else? Oh yes—we must choose a shaft for you to use on your husband.”
And she opened her cabinet full of phalluses again, displaying all the choices.
Kaitlyn’s throat went dry as she surveyed them—some as thin as her finger and others even bigger than Braze’s own shaft.
There have to be some limits, she thought as she ran her eyes over the display. Some things we just can’t do…right?
“I’m not going to use any of those on my husband,” she said firmly. “We’ve never, er, played that way before. I don’t want to hurt him.”
As though she could hurt a seven-foot-tall Kindred warrior. But still.
The Mistress of the Wardrobe nodded.
“I understand—you need time to break him in. I’m sure the Empress will be understanding of that as well—I’ll convey it to her. In the meantime, I’ll just give you a kit to help you get him used to being penetrated.”
She reached into the display case and came out with a long leather box, which she opened for Kaitlyn to admire. Inside it, cradled in deep blue velvet, were three long, straight phalluses with smooth, rounded heads. The first one was quite small—only a little thicker than her finger. The second was the size of a small to medium-sized cock. The third one, Kaitlyn would have had trouble taking herself, even in her pussy. The idea of putting it Braze and pegging him with it was a total no-go.
Still she accepted the kit—which also included a bottle of what appeared to be lube—from the Mistress of the Wardrobe. After all, she couldn’t refuse completely—she had to at least pretend she was going to get her big Protector ready to be pegged—even if she had no actual intention of doing so.
“There now—I think you’re ready. Here’s a harness to go with those,” the Mistress said, giving her a leather harness with several straps. “I assume you know how to wear this?”
“Oh, uh, yes—sure.” Kaitlyn nodded, though she wasn’t exactly sure. But she’d watched pegging videos before where women wore harnesses—how hard could it be to put one on?
“Good—and any of those shafts I gave you will fit into that harness,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said. “Now, I do believe there’s going to be a servant outside to lead you to your rooms where you can dress. Let me see where you’re staying…”
She turned away for a moment and appeared to be studying something on a glowing screen.
“Ah, yes,” she said nodding as she turned back to Kaitlyn. “You’re going to be put in the Black Diamond suite—lovely accommodations! I’ll be sure to send more clothes to you there as I fabricate them.”
“Oh, thank you but I did actually bring a few outfits of my own,” Kaitlyn said.
The Mistress of the Wardrobe made a shooing gesture with one hand.
“No, no—you must have new clothes for Court. But just so you know, it’s considered a great honor to be housed in the Black Diamond suite. However, it does come with a few…complications.”
“Complications?” Kaitlyn frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Why, I mean the suite has eyes my dear.” She lowered her voice. “There are visual recording devices absolutely everywhere.”
“What?” Kaitlyn felt like she must have heard her wrong. “Are you serious? Why would there be recording devices?”
“For the pleasure of the Empress, of course,” the Mistress said, shrugging. “She loves to watch people and if she puts you in one of the Royal suites—which the Black Diamond suite is—she expects a good return on her investment. So the two of you had better be prepared to perform.”