Still, watching her reactions to being “Mastered” as it were, had definitely given him food for thought.
“Come,” he said to her, tugging at the leash attached to her new breast harness. “We must get to the tailor’s shop.”
“Yes, Master.” Selena stepped off the pedestal she’d been standing on and followed him obediently.
It was time to get her a dress that showed off her new harness, Valen told himself. He could ponder the other matter later.
24
Oh my God, what are you doing? Why are you letting him lead you around naked like this? Everybody in the whole palace is going to see you!
The little voice kept shouting questions in Selena’s head, but it seemed very far away. She felt like she was in a dream—a hot, erotic fantasy that had somehow come to life. She couldn’t stop playing over the big Kindred’s actions at the harness maker’s shop—or her own reactions to him.
I melted, she thought, feeling slightly dazed. When he touched me—when he talked dirty to me in that deep voice of his—when he called me his “good girl”—I just melted.
God, just playing the scene over in her head was enough to make her feel weak in the knees. How had the big Kindred known exactly what words to use on her? Words she had fantasized about? How often had she dreamed of having a stern but loving Master call her his “good girl” while he touched her and pushed her sexual limits? And that was exactly what Valen had done—was doing even now as he led her through the palace, naked except for the platinum and crystal harness.
Servants were rushing here and there and, out of the corner of her eye, Selena could see the more richly dressed nobles walking by as well. Some of them stopped and stared at her and murmured to each other. Clearly, they were talking about her. But there was nothing she could do but follow Valen obediently as he led her by the platinum leash through the echoing marble hallways.
At last, they reached the tailor’s shop, where they were expected, thanks to the harness maker’s assistant running on ahead of them. Selena was made to stand on a pedestal again and in no time the royal tailor was bringing up swaths of fabric to hold against her skin.
“She has such an unusual skin tone,” he remarked to Valen. “Only one color! And so smooth and soft—it will be a pleasure to dress her.”
“Thank you, but we need a dress especially for tonight’s Inner Court Banquet,” Valen told him. “Can you get something ready that quickly?”
The chief tailor rolled his eyes.
“Please! We have to make up last-minute dresses all the time for Empress the Third! Trust me, Master Kindred, we’ll have your lady dressed in no time!”
Selena felt conspicuously naked as the tailor and his assistants ran back and forth, draping her in different fabrics. Valen finally chose a deep red tone, which he said looked good with her skin and hair.
“Very good!” The head tailor clapped his hands. “Everyone, we have a last minute dress to make!”
A chorus of groans followed his announcement. Raising his voice, the tailor continued.
“This time it’s not for Empress the Third—it’s for this lovely, curvy Dependent Female who belongs to this fine Kindred, so I want everyone to give their very best effort!”
A chorus of much more positive acknowledgement followed this statement, making Selena think that the people in the palace must really dislike the third Empress. Remembering the way the woman had hissed at her like an angry cat back in the reception hall, she couldn’t say that she blamed them.
In a surprisingly short amount of time, the royal tailors were draping a dark red dress made of thin, silky material around her and “ooing” and “ahhing” over the way it looked.
The dress had a low V neckline at the top and a similar, inverted V at the bottom. The red fabric was gathered at her waist and held together with a lovely silver clip that matched her platinum harness. This design showed both her breasts and her pussy, which was exactly what it was meant to do, Selena supposed. The hem fell to her ankles and the sleeves were long and fluttery.
Looking at herself in the 3-D viewer in front of her, she thought she looked like a Hollywood starlet who had decided to be a little too daring with her dress. The soft red fabric framed her breasts and pussy and the crystal domes over her nipples and clit winked in the light suggestively.
She could still feel the suction on her peaks and the wetness between her legs was proof that it was definitely turning her on. She just wished she had a chance to catch her breath before rushing off to the banquet. Everything that had happened to her since she’d gotten to the palace felt so unreal—she wished she had time to process it. But apparently, she wasn’t going to get it, because everyone was rushing to get her ready for the banquet, which was apparently starting very soon.