Master restrains you while he decides.

Master strokes his beard for a few seconds, "SECRETARY, THAT IS AN INTERESTING THOUGHT. SHOULD I SAVE YOUR WOMANHOOD FOR THE NIGHT OF OUR FIRST BREEDING?"

Relief washes over your face. You've dodged a bullet for a few minutes little longer. Perhaps Master will open this door and let you grab your itinerary and bring him another girl? Perhaps he will let you please him orally?

"WALK WITH ME," Master commands.

Master's large arm easily wraps around your petite body and guides you over towards his desk. He is wearing a suit today, perfectly tailored to fit his broad shoulders. His bulky form is almost 3 times as wide as you! Even in your heels he towers over your 5'2" at 7 foot. With each movement of his large arms you can see the fabric strain to contain him. Master's long gray beard travels from his chin, down the length of his tie, and stops midway down his sizable gut. His body is a paradox. It is old, fat, and scarred. On the other hand He is powerful, confident, and impressive. Depending on his mood his face can be frightening or even handsome.

You stop at his desk. Today he has mercifully removed the floating hologram recording your naked body twisting in bound ecstasy with Yoshino's. Master must have not wanted the distractions during his conference meetings earlier in the day. His hand traces the intricate carvings of sexualized women etched into the sides of his desk. Master is deep in thought. You watch His hand travel over the bronze statues of women on top of the desk waiting for him to speak. The design is beautiful and dominating. The two metallic women are displayed as bound to the base of the desk with their backs arching their breasts skyward. Their arms reach upwards and towards each other over their heads.

Masters face grows firm as he has made his decision. He grabs you and moves you towards the desk in front of him. You obey his gentle strength. Butterflies fill your stomach. The unexpected is frightening and exciting!

"STRIP!" Master's one word command hits you like a strike across the face.

You wince, still facing away from him before slowly and sensually sliding your mini skirt across your wide butt and down your smooth legs. You step out of them and slowly unbutton your jacket. It slides off your narrow shoulders and you throw it to the side. You reach down and grab the bottom of your high cropped camisole. You grimace slightly as you attempt to tug the tight fabric over your large F-cup breasts. After several moments of effort, your breasts spring free and your top is over your head and on the floor.

You pause and slowly turn for your Master. Even as a new member of the Upper Harem, you are still His property. It is important for Him to see you. Your steps are slow and deliberate as you spin. You are wearing nothing except your 6" heels, a red thong, and your collar. Your jewelry augments every aspect of your femininity. The large ruby earrings accentuate your neck and the color of your long red hair. Your nipple rings highlight the tips of your augmented breasts. The ruby strands dangling from the hoops tease your nipples to full attention. You complete your turn and slowly strip out of the remaining fabric of your underwear.

Master growls approvingly behind you and you rest your arms on his desk expectantly. What happens next isn't a surprise. You allow him to spread your legs wide to the edges of the desk. You hear two familiar clicks and know that two hidden restraints have been locked around your ankles. Your sex is now exposed wide for his enjoyment. Gently, Master approaches behind you. Something large within his pants brushes against the tattoo on your lower back. He softly grabs your wrists and brings them together behind your back. You feel some unseen ruffling and feel smooth leather restraints applied around each of your wrists and locked together behind your back.

You sigh nervously. You know Master's needs well. He must cum. The only question is how you will be used. Maybe I didn't save my pussy after all? you think to yourself.

There is an unclasping sound followed by a zipper being pulled. Master's cock must be out! You feel his powerful arm on your should and he guides you, bending you over his desk. Your breasts smash together beneath you and your nipple jewelry clatters noisily against the hard surface of the desk. Master reaches up and grabs the statues on the desk. You watch fascinated as you see the hands of the metal women have hidden joints allowing them to be moved! Master adjusts them so that their metal outstretched hands fit beneath your breasts.

What the hell? you think as he makes another adjustment and their metal hands suddenly clamp shut!

"Owwww!" you complain as the little hands grip between your hooped nipple jewelry and trap your tender nipples.

What the actual fuck?

You study the metal status of the women on his desk. They are actually an elaborate piece of functional art! Their outstretched hands are perfect for cupping your breasts beneath you and trapping your pierced nipples. Bent over the desk you must be quite a display for Master! Your legs are locked at the base of the desk spread wide! Your arms are bound together in restraints behind your back? You are now locked bent over the desk by your nipples which have been pinched in the hands of the metal statues. You are completely at his mercy!

Thwak!

You jump in your restraints as Master's half hard cock lands on your lower back. You feel it's engorging length travel the crevice between your butt cheeks and up your lower back! What a monster! Memories flood you of your first night with Master. How you had seen him perform the same exercise on the girl you had turned in to the Queen! Master had done terrible things to her pussy with his cock!

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

You jump again as your clitoral augment is activated. The low hum of the vibrations within your clit quickly build your arousal. Panic rises in your little chest. You know how difficult your vaginal training has been. The surgery to your vaginal muscles have made you impossibly tight. Master's cock is massive. Even the sizable toys used to prepare you in training were nothing in comparison. You test the restraints again, but know there is no escape.

"Uuuuuuuuh!"

You can't help but groan as you feel the head of Master's cock slap against the underside of your perfectly smooth pussy. He laughs knowingly as you arch back against him. He slides the length of his cock between your vaginal lips. The friction mixed with the vibrations in your clit are powerful. Fluids immediately begin to pool from your nether regions and coat his shaft.

"****," Master whispers into your ear, "WHY SHOULD I SPARE YOUR PUSSY FOR A FEW MORE NIGHTS? CONVINCE ME!"