Master!

You continue to hold your eyes firmly shut and focus on the arousal you have been deliberately building. No one speaks and a silence hangs in the chilly air. After several moments, you feel rather than hear the deliberate footsteps of your Master's approach. You know he must be close. You recognize the smell of his manly musk. A heat radiates near your face and then you feel one of his course hands gently run through your long red hair.

You open your eyes.

You flinch under the wild gaze of Master's blue eyes. Master towers above you. He is so close that from your vantage point on the floor his broad shoulders almost block out the ceiling. Beneath the wild curls of his grey beard, his gut projects over you. You dare not look at it directly, but a large bulge twitches against the thick fabric of his pants leg. Danger lurks below!

Master reaches down and unlocks the heavy chain from the mount in the floor and lifts it as he rises to his full 7 foot height. The heavy weight of the chain shifts and pulls against the collar which will be forever locked around your neck. Nothing is a more perfect symbol of your complete and total belonging to him. His face is flat and His cool stare give no hint other than His complete control over you.

He tugs at the chain in a silent command.

You know what to do.

Your eyes lower to the floor and you lean forward onto all fours. Beneath you, your large breasts shift within the confines of your silk nightie. Gravity plays its games, but your augmented tits maintain their perfect form even as the swing with every crawling motion of your advance. Behind you your ass rocks playfully and you feel the cool air hit the damp strip of fabric that is your pantie. Your face flushes in response.

Master effortlessly opens the huge doors to his bed chamber and leads you by the leash. You make sure to carefully crawl and match his slow pace. You attempt to move fast enough to avoid the rough tug of the leash attached to your collar, but you are equally careful not to pass Him. Every step builds the anticipation rising within you. Your breasts clap together with each movement and the silk fabric tickles the augmented nerve endings within your engorged nipples. You have only made it halfway into the room before you are completely panting in need.

Master's bed chamber is impressive. It is a huge room dimly lit with candles... not the fake simulation candles but real candles. The ornate furniture decorating the room was made of a detailed engraved gold and shimmered in the dim light. A single item was probably worth more than your father made in his entire life! The walls are decorated with holographic displays of women in various displays of bondage, sexual submission, and arousal. The largest one catches your eye.

A giant hologram shimmers showing Master's most prized treasures his two heredisfactorem! It captures you and Yoshino, bound together from your first night in his room. Every detail is visceral and real. The overwhelming experience of that night has been perfectly captured down to the most subtle details. Each of the subtle movements of your bodies bound together and quivering in repeated orgasms caused by your clitoral augments torturing the two of you for hours. Every few moments Yoshino and you lean together in a **** interlocking kiss. Master's ability to turn you and your rival into hopeless lovers shows his talent for making any woman submit to his will. Your clit burns at the memory of that night.

You continue your journey towards the center of the room. where Master's bed towers above you. The canopy enshrouds it in draping curtains that hide at the dangers always lurking to surprise his visiting **** girl. Timidly you begin to approach but Master surprises you with a hard tug on the chain causing you to stumble on your knees. You realize that he is not taking you to the bed, but to a chair in a dim corner of the room.

What is His plan? you wonder as you crawl behind him.

Master lazily removes his clothes as he continues to lead you to your destination. His shirt and pants flop in front of you. You submissively attempt to avoid crawling over the top of his clothing. He doesn't appear to be paying much attention to you, but experience has taught you to never let your guard down. You are always to play the role of the perfect concubine ****.

Master removes his remaining clothing and turns to sit in the large cushy chair. His large weight causes him to sink deep within the chair's padded cushions. His aged body is still a sight to behold. A network of interlocking scars from his past battles covers his skin. Powerful muscles shift beneath an ample coating of fat. His horrendously large cock is completely erect. From beneath his gut, you can see the powerful shaft project far above you. The purple skin pulsates with the angry looking veins that pump with the large quantity of blood required to keep him engorged. His large orange-sized balls stretch the skin of his bloated scrotum outward in all directions as if trying to escape their fleshy prison. You know the impossible amount of semen they are capable of producing.

You are in for an intense night.

"STRIP." Master commands.

You look up from his feet and lock eyes with him. A question catches in your throat. Should you be asking permission to stand?

"STRIP." His voice is a deeper growl and his blue eyes crackle.