Chapter 7 Kaitlyn #3
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.”
Kaitlyn bit her lip. So when the Empress had said she wanted more time to observe them, she’d been deadly serious. She was going to be watching them—not just in public at the banquet tonight—but when they were alone together as well.
She glanced up at Braze, wondering what he was thinking. Again, his face was impassive—she wished he wasn’t so hard to read!
“Thank you for the warning,” she said to the Mistress of the Wardrobe. “We’ll certainly keep your advice in mind. Er…do you know if there are listening devices in the suite as well?”
“Oh, no! Of course not!” The Mistress of the Wardrobe looked scandalized by the idea. “Why, the Empress would never listen to anyone’s private conversations—that would be shocking.”
“More shocking than watching them in the privacy of their suite?” Kaitlyn asked flatly. It seemed like a strange distinction to make.
“Well, of course! Now, now—don’t be worried, my dear,” the other woman said, patting her arm. “Just be sure you give her a good, spicy show every night and you won’t have any problems.”
“Uh, give her a show?” Kaitlyn asked, feeling shocked all over again.
“Well, of course—she’s not putting you in her best Royal suite without expecting some entertainment,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said, laughing a little, as though the idea of the two of them having sex—or whatever a “spicy show” entailed—for the Empress’s entertainment was amusing.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Ah—that will be the servant coming to take you to your suite,” the Mistress of the Wardrobe said. “Let me just bundle everything up for you so your husband can carry it.”
“Oh, I don’t mind carrying some of it myself,” Kaitlyn protested.
“Of course you mustn’t carry anything yourself!” The Mistress of the Wardrobe sounded shocked. “A wife must never carry her own things—that is the function of her husband!”
“Oh, well…all right, I guess,” Kaitlyn said uncertainly. She glanced at Braze, who nodded.
“It will be my honor to carry your burdens, my goddess,” he rumbled.
“Thank you, Braze.” Kaitlyn nodded.
She wondered if he was just playing a part but he didn’t seem to be. His golden eyes didn’t look troubled or upset—just sincere. Also, his shaft was still hard when she glanced down. Did the idea of serving her turn him on, or was he just still hard from the way she’d “mapped” his shaft?
Kaitlyn didn’t know and no answers to any of her questions. She supposed she would find out eventually.
She had no idea how complicated things were about to get between her and her Protector.