Master makes Kat Dex

Her master leaned back, his gaze intense. “You need not decide tonight. But know that if you accept, it will be an arrangement that will bring yourself and your prince both great pleasure. You will have his protection and the freedom to explore your desires as deeply as you wish, while he will have a loyal servant to satisfy his own cravings.” His words were a siren's call, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her.

“But tonight… dex for me. I want to see you strip so I may inform the prince of your abilities. Besides, you wear far too many clothes for a slavegirl and I will have you serve me tonight as a naked cup girl.” He commanded as he unclipped her leash to give her freedom to move for his pleasure.

Her heart racing, Kat slid off the stool, her knees slightly trembling. The skimpy silken and leather bra and thong she wore was designed to be removed easily and she had fantasised about dexing to remove them, even practicing as much in the privacy of her own chamber. But now she had a master to perform too.

"As you wish, Master," she murmured, her voice low and husky with anticipation.

Kat stood upon the table, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The dim candle lit booth was their own private sanctum of velvet shadows. The smoky air seemed to thicken around her as she began to dance, her movements fluid and sensual. The minstrel’s music from the tavern beyond the curtains was faint but rhythmic, providing a backdrop to her impromptu performance. Her wide hips swayed in time with the beat, the chains of her collar jingling softly with each graceful twirl. The leather and silk of her attire clung to her body, revealing the softly pliant feminine curves of a serum girl.

Her master watched with unabated interest, his eyes devouring her as if she were the most delectable of feasts. His hand rested on the riding crop at his side, a silent promise of dominance. Her eyes locked boldly with his, she felt a shiver of forbidden excitement run down her spine. Then she looked down in respectful obedience as he had instructed before. This was what she craved, the thrill of submission, the sweet surrender to a stronger will. The dance was a silent communication of lust, a declaration with her feminine curves of her shameful willingness to be taken, used, and … discarded after a night of passion.

With trembling fingers, Kat unclasped the hooks of her leather and silk brassiere, allowing the garment to fall open. Her breasts - unseen in their naked perfection by any man - pert and round, were revealed, the large nipples already fatly erect and begging for his touch. She felt an intense elation at the humiliation of baring herself to him like a common ****. The fabric of the skimpy top slid down her body, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, now clad only in the thong and her high-heeled sandals, revelling in her exposed state. The chains of her collar jingled with each step, a seductive symphony of submission.

Her face was tinged with chagrin as her gaze again sought his, seeking his response. He eyed her with an intense and avid desire. He wanted her, she could see, and this pleased yet scared her in equal measure.

Still dancing she turned and bent over fluidly to remove the sandals, giving him an eyeful of an ass curved to perfection by the highest quality Ruk serum. The motion caused her hair to cascade over her face, obscuring her vision for a moment. She straightened, allowing the locks to fall away like a curtain, revealing her nakedness to him in its full glory. The sight was like a jolt of lightning to his loins, his desire for her growing more intense with every inch of bare skin she displayed.

The thong was the last to go, a final barrier between her and her master. As she slipped it down her legs, she felt a rush of cool air against her exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She stepped out of it, slowly turning before him as a creature of pure passion and desire. Her hands lingered on her hips, drawing his gaze to the neatly trimmed mound of hair that framed her new sex.

Her masters eyes smoldered with lust, his hand tightening around the riding crop’s handle. "You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. "Every inch of you screams to be claimed, to be made mine."

Kat felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks as she completed her dance be stepping down from the table and taking her clothing to present to him. She knew that her role as a serum girl was to be an object of pleasure, to satisfy his every whim and desire, and the thought of it sent a thrill through her that she hadn't felt since ruked. The dance had been a declaration of her willingness, but this moment was the ultimate surrender. She stepped closer to him, her body swaying with the grace of a seasoned pleasure ****, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to beckon him closer.