15. Sirex

15

SIREX

"T his thing feels really strange," Phoebe muttered under her breath as they approached the vast metal and glass gates that led to the Emperor's palace. She was talking about the three-point harness which was currently strapped like a golden bikini around her breasts and the mound of her pussy.

It was an elaborate piece of hardware with golden wires wrapped in conical circles around both breasts and terminating in tiny golden cages that fit around her nipples. The wires put constant pressure on her sensitive peaks, making sure they were both stimulated constantly. So though the top of the harness fit snugly and didn't have any rough edges or scratchy parts, Phoebe could never quite forget she had it on.

But the top part was nothing compared to the bottom. That was because the golden cage that fit around her pussy also fit inside her pussy—there was a piece that reminded Phoebe a little of a bobby pin with two golden wings that sat on either side of her clit. They put constant pressure on the little button of flesh, making it extra sensitive.

The top of the harness had golden chains that went over her shoulders and across her back, rather like a bra. The bottom part was attached to the top with two long chains on the sides and there was another, single chain coming from the bottom of the golden pussy cage, as Phoebe was beginning to think of it, that ran up her backside like a thong and fastened to the "bra strap" across the back.

Wearing the weird gold bikini would have been bad enough if that was all it was—but it really was a harness too. A golden chain hung between her breasts, hooked to the nipple cages on either side. A second chain was hooked to the clit clip on one end and rose up to join the breast chain. A golden leash was attached where the two chains joined and whenever anyone tugged on it—even a little bit—it felt like her nipples were being pinched and her clit was being teased at the same time.

The constant stimulation was maddening, made worse by the fact that Sirex seemed to have taken her at her word. He was no longer acting like a coworker but like her owner. When Phoebe first put the contraption on—with some difficulty because of the sensitive placement of the clit clip—he had taken the leash and tugged on it.

"Oh!" she had gasped. "Take it easy on that thing, will you?"

"Watch your tone." Sirex had glared down at her, his voice stern, his eyes blazing.

Phoebe had been taken aback by his sudden change of character.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she'd said uncertainly. "It's just…every time you, uh, pull on the leash I can really feel it, you know, in my sensitive areas."

"I believe that's the point of the harness—to stimulate you and make you obey." Sirex had tugged deliberately on the chain again, making her moan and shift from foot-to-foot as her nipples were squeezed and her clit was teased, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her entire body.

"Oh, Sir!" she gasped. "Please!"

"No complaints," Sirex told her sternly. "If it pleases me to stimulate your nipples and your clit, I'll do it. And nothing you can say or do will stop me. Do you understand?"

Phoebe was shocked at his words…but also perversely turned on. His stern "Dom" voice had always made her weak in the knees. Also, she had given him permission to dominate her and treat her like he owned her—hell, she'd practically begged him to do it. So she really couldn't get mad about it.

"I said, do you understand?" Sirex had growled softly, tugging on the leash again to bring her close to him.

"Oh! Yes, Sir!" Phoebe had moaned breathlessly. Putting up her hands, she braced them on his broad chest and looked up at him pleadingly. "Please forgive me. I won't complain any more!"

"Good girl." His voice had abruptly softened and he had cupped her flushed cheek in his palm and looked down into her eyes. "You can do this, Phoebe—I know you can." Then he had kissed her on the forehead again and led her out of the spaceport to a waiting hover car.

Now they were standing before the enormous, gleaming gates that guarded the front entrance of the palace. They were made of some kind of green metal and frosted green glass, making it impossible to see what was on the other side.

There were two guards standing in front of the gates. Both of them had on long green uniform coats that fell to their knees and tall black, conical hats that were topped with fans of purple feathers.

Sirex went up to the first guard and cleared his throat.

"I am Sirex, a merchant with valuable weapons technology to sell. I would like to see if the Shining One wishes to use it to benefit his vast armies when they are at war."

The guard frowned.

"Many long for a Royal Audience with the Shining One but few actually get to see him."

"Nevertheless, I would like an opportunity to try to meet with him," Sirex said firmly.

"We can let you into the palace, but whether or not you get to see the Shining One depends on what Lord Thruck, the Emperor's Royal Advisor, thinks of you," the other guard said.

Sirex nodded.

"I understand. Please let us pass."

"Not so fast—first we have to check you for weapons! Nothing lethal is allowed in the dwelling of the Shining One."

The first guard came forward and patted Sirex down. He removed his blaster and produced a tag which he handed to Sirex.

"Here—keep this and we'll give you back your blaster when you leave the palace."

Sirex didn't look very happy about this, Phoebe thought, but he took the tag and tucked it into an inner pocket of his vest.

"And now for your female…" There was a greedy look in the guard's face as he reached for her. Phoebe shrank back but Sirex was suddenly between them.

"I don't think so. No one touches my woman but me."

His voice was a low, menacing growl and the way he was glaring at the guards was enough to make them both take a step back.

"Fine, but we need to see that she doesn't have any weapons on her," the first guard objected.

"Any number of lethal objects could be hiding beneath her strands," the second guard said, though his eyes didn't appear to be searching for lethal objects—unless he thought the points of her nipples, visible through the golden wires of the three-point harness, were lethal, she thought grimly.

"I will remove her clothing—but not her harness," Sirex told them both. "She is wearing a green collar, as you see, so you can look as much as you want but if you lay a single finger on her, you'll lose it."

Then, without hesitating a second, he stepped behind Phoebe and pulled open the wide green band of her top and then the band around her hips that held up the skirt part of her outfit. Before she knew it, she was standing naked in front of the two guards with nothing but the gold wire bikini on.

Her first instinct was to cover herself with her hands and arms, but Sirex gave her a stern look and shook his head.

"No, Phoebe. It's my wish that you show yourself. Lower your arms and let them look."

Biting her lip, Phoebe did as he said. Having the two strange men looking at her body was excruciatingly embarrassing…but for some reason, she also felt incredibly aroused by their lustful attention.

It made her think of one of the books she'd read. In it, the heroine had a humiliation kink and her Dom was always making her strip naked and showing her off or making her do sexual things in front of a crowded BDSM club. This treatment never failed to turn her on.

Phoebe wondered if the mixture of embarrassment and lust she felt was what she'd been reading about. She hadn't understood it at the time, but she thought she got it now. Though she didn't exactly like the two guards leering at her, she did like it that Sirex was showing her off. It made her feel even more that Sirex really was her Dom and she was his willing sub—she was his to show off whenever he wanted to.

At last the guards finished their rather lengthy inspection.

"Very well—you can go into the palace." The first guard stepped back and pulled a lever to one side of the enormous glass and metal gate which caused it to swing open smoothly.

Sirex nodded at them as Phoebe fumbled to get her top and skirt back on—the long strands kept getting tangled together and she felt like her fingers were clumsy and slow.

"Here—let me." Sirex took the top from her and fastened it in place with the magno-tabs.

"You'll be doing a lot of that once you get in the palace," one of the guards remarked, watching as Sirex helped her get dressed.

"Yeah—Lord Thruck doesn't allow slaves without non-con bracelets on to see the Shining One," the other remarked.

Phoebe wanted to ask what the hell they meant, but she remembered just in time that women were supposed to be seen and not heard and that she couldn't talk to any man but Sirex while she was in the palace.

She wished that Sirex would ask what "non-con" bracelets were, since she couldn't herself, but her mentor only finished fastening her skirt and then tugged on the harness to get her moving, which made her bite back a moan of frustrated pleasure.

"Come, Phoebe," he said, frowning down at her. "It's time we entered the palace."

"Yes, Sir!" she said breathlessly and hurried to keep up with him so he wouldn't tug on the harness again.

She had no idea what danger they were walking into.