Miley looked up from her book as Orllah entered the bedroom, her nose buried in a datapad. It had been two weeks since their meeting with Madame Elza and Orllah had thrown herself into the managing of the city. She had appointed advisors and lieutenants, she had gone out into the streets to see how the city ran. Everything that Elza had suggested she had done, and she had done well. She was no longer the stranger that had taken over the city from the gangster. She was becoming a true Empress. Despite all of that, however, Miley could not help but feel that lately their personal relationship had fallen by the wayside.
"How did it go?" she asked, closing her book and looking up.
"Well," Orllah replied. "Elza has agreed to let the other City Lords stay at the House. The invitations are being drawn up and sent over the next few days."
"Are you sure it's safe inviting them all here?"
"I don't know," the Sith replied, dropping onto the bed and tossing the datapad aside. "But I have to meet these people face to face if I am to establish myself as the true power on this planet."
Miley pushed her book aside and crawled over to Orllah's side of the bed, her cuffs rattling as she placed her hands on the Twi'lek's shoulders and gently massaged her back. "Show them your lightsaber and that lightning of yours and they'll get the message."
Orllah smiled, twisting round to look into Miley's blue eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know we haven't had much time together lately."
"It's fine," Miley said. "This is important, I know. Just don't forget that you're still allowed to have fun every so often."
"Is that right?" Orllah said, turning round to sit between Miley's knees and hooking a long finger through the metal ring of her collar.
Miley smiled as the Sith admired her body. She was wearing a blue and black lace bra with a matching thong and suspender belt. Silky black stockings accentuated her long legs and a pair of simple back heels finished the outfit. She could tell Orllah approved, her eyes lingering on her cleavage before she pulled her close, the Sith's rich perfume filling her nostrils. She closed her eyes as Orllah kissed her passionately, biting down gently on her lip whilst her free hand pulled gently at her hair.
"I'm going to have a shower," Orllah whispered. "When I get back you'd best be on the floor in your proper place. Oh," she added as she stood up, "and you can lose the bra."
Miley's eyes lingered on the Twi'lek's ass as she walked over to the refresher, her heart beating a little faster at the thought of what she had planned for her. She stood up and moved to the foot of the bed, pausing to unhook her bra and place it neatly on the end of the bed before kneeling on the floor. She waited as instructed, her ass cheeks resting on her heels, her hands resting palm up on her knees and her chest pushed forwards. She could hear the water running in the shower, the wait for her mistress to return as much a turn on as it was a torture...
When Orllah did return she had to catch her breath. The Sith wore a black high-waisted, latex leotard with a cut out diamond beneath the collar that exposed her ample cleavage. She wore a pair of thigh-high, heeled boots that fitted her like a second skin and a pair of fingerless gloves on her hands, in which she held a leather crop.
"Stand up," Orllah commanded.
She went over to the far wall where hung dozens of chains, gags and other devices that made Miley's heart flutter. She picked up a long metal bar and a length of rope before sidling back over to Miley. She attached the cuffs around her ankles to either end of the bar, spreading her legs apart, before securing the cuffs on her wrists together. The length of rope she threw over a large hook that hung from the ceiling, passing it round Miley's cuffed wrists and pulling it tight until Miley was forced up onto tiptoes before tying the rope tight.
Miley watched Orllah bend over and pick the leather crop back up with a small smile. Her heart was racing with anticipation but she forced herself to breath normally even as Orllah began to walk a slow circle around her. She felt the crop graze her bare skin and shivered.
"Do you remember the Code of the Sith?" Orllah asked as she stopped in front of Miley.
"Yes, Mistress." she replied. She thought she remembered most of it at least.
"Good," Orllah replied, flexing the crop. "Recite it for me."
