Chapter 7 Kaitlyn #2
“Mistress,” Braze gritted out, the word strained—torn from somewhere deep inside him. “Please—no more. Lest I shame myself.”
Oh God—she was about to make him come! Right here—in front of the Mistress of the Wardrobe. The thought was forbidden—scandalous—and it sent a bolt of pure, wet heat straight to the place between her thighs.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she gasped, snatching her hand back as if she’d been burned.
Braze said nothing but his chest was rising and falling like a bellows. Clearly, he was struggling to master himself.
Kaitlyn was equal parts intrigued and ashamed. She’d never touched her Protector so intimately before…and she was surprised at how much she liked it. The sudden absence of his heat felt like a loss and her palm tingled.
The measurement had been successful, though—the screen on the scanner showed a perfect, detailed 3D model of Braze’s erect shaft and sac, complete with volumetric measurements blinking beside it.
With trembling fingers, Kaitlyn stripped the device off and handed it back to the Mistress of the Wardrobe. Her skin felt hypersensitive where the device had touched her.
“Very good—excellent measurements,” the Mistress said approvingly, taking the scanner and studying the readout.
“My, my. Quite the specimen. Now, we know what we’re working with.
” She tapped the screen, then frowned thoughtfully.
“At least, for the erect harness. I might need different imaging for his cage.”
Kaitlyn frowned.
“His cage?”
“Why certainly,” the other woman said, looking at her as if she were simple.
“For you must keep him caged at night unless you’re allowing him to pleasure you with his shaft.
And if you’re anything like most wives here, you don’t do that often.
Why, the Empress herself has never allowed a man to put his shaft inside her, and she’s quite proud of that.
She makes her concubines use a device on her instead.
Keeps them humble and focused on her pleasure—not their own release. ”
“Oh…that’s interesting,” Kaitlyn said faintly.
The concept was alien, yet it made sense for the dynamic they were portraying.
And, she had to admit, she felt a secret thrill at the idea of having her big Kindred Protector kneel…
of having him serve her. Though she wasn’t quite sure about putting a cage around his enormous shaft…
“Now then—let’s get you two all set up.” The Mistress bustled over to a small, sleek console, feeding the data from the scanner into it. “While we wait for my fabricator to spit out what we need, let’s get you both some formal banqueting clothes.”
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.
“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.”