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)
She moved to a rack and pulled out a gown.
“How about this?”
Kaitlyn’s mouth fell open—it was breathtaking. The fabric was a deep, cosmic blue, shot through with subtle silver threads that glittered like distant stars. It was backless, with a neckline that plunged between the breasts. The bodice itself had two precise, circular cut-outs that would leave her nipples and the upper curves of her breasts completely bare.
From the waist, the skirt fell in a liquid pool of fabric, but in the front, a daring slit ran all the way up. It was guaranteed to reveal her legs and, with every step, and a flash of whatever she wore—or didn’t wear—beneath it.
“For underneath,” the Mistress said, pressing a pair of panties into her hand.
They were made of the same starry blue fabric but were essentially a narrow triangle at the front and back, connected by the thinnest of side strings. Most notably, they had a long, vertical opening that ran right through the center of the triangular front panel, leaving the slit of her pussy exposed.
“And for your husband,” the woman continued, turning to Braze.
She held up a pair of trousers made of supple, black leather. They were tailored to be tight through the thighs and calves, but from the waistband down to mid-thigh, the crotch was completely absent—a wide, open panel that would frame his heavy cock, Kaitlyn thought.
Next, the Mistress of Wardrobe produced a collar. It was also black leather—thick and wide, about two inches broad, with a heavy, polished silver ring set at the front.
It looked less like jewelry and more like a statement of ownership to Kaitlyn.
At that moment, the fabricator console emitted a soft ding, and a tray slid out, bearing three newly crafted objects.
“Ah, now let’s see what we have,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe remarked.
The first was a cock ring, but unlike any Kaitlyn had ever seen—not that she’d seen a lot of them. It was a perfect circle of metal and hardened leather, wide enough to be quite substantial. It was designed to fit snugly around the base of Braze’s shaft and behind his balls, with a subtle, internal curve that would nestle against his flesh.
The second object was a cage that could fit in the palm of her hand. It was made of tiny, gleaming metal bars formed into a cylindrical shape. It had a complex locking mechanism at its base and a key to fit the lock. Kaitlyn studied it and saw that its purpose was blatantly clear—to encase and imprison her Protector’s shaft, rendering him physically incapable of penetration.
She’d heard of such things of course—she was interested in Femdom, after all. But she’d never seen one in person and the idea of actually using it on Braze caused a strange mixture of feelings inside her. Apprehension, of course—what if he didn’t want to be caged? But she also felt a nervous flutter of pleasure in her stomach. She liked the idea of having him literally in the palm of her hand—of controlling the pleasure of such a big, dominant male.
The third item the Mistress of Wardrobe’s fabricator had produced was a pair of manacles. They were thick, solid cuffs of darkened steel, each about three inches wide. They were smooth on the outside, but on the inner curve, they were lined with plush, black velvet.
They weren’t for rough restraint, but for elegant, inescapable confinement, Kaitlyn thought. A short, heavy chain of fine silver links connected them, but the chains looked like they could be disconnected, so the manacles could be used separately. She wondered what they were for—was she going to be expected to handcuff her “husband” at some point?
The Mistress of the Wardrobe beamed at the items.
“Excellent! The foundation of any good formal ensemble. Now, we must discuss which of these you’ll be using tonight. The cock ring, of course, is for the banquet—you’ll want to put your husband’s shaft on display.”
“And the cage?” Kaitlyn asked blandly, not addressing the fact that Braze was going to have to stay hard and on display throughout an entire banquet.
“Oh, that’s for evening wear, as I said. Most wives here keep their husbands caged in the bedroom. It keeps them from getting ideas, don’t you know.”
The Mistress of Wardrobe gave her a wink.
“Uh, of course,” Kaitlyn said. “But what about these? She pointed at the thick metal cuffs. “Am I supposed to, er, chain him up?”
“Well you can, of course, if you want to use the chain that links them,” the other woman said. “But mostly they’re to keep him from touching himself when he shouldn’t. These are non-contact manacles.”
“Non-contact manacles?”
“Yes—so he can’t touch himself and seek relief when he’s not supposed to,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said matter-of-factly. “In fact, all males are required to wear them in the palace, so you’d better put them on him now,” she added, trying to hand the cuffs to Kaitlyn.