Don't add a name. You would rather have this as a special moment with Master.

Hours later, you find yourself kneeling in Master's outer chamber staring up through the dim gloom at the large double doors to the entrance of Master's bed chambers. You have been left tethered by a heavy chain locked to your ruby collar and anchored to a mount in the floor alone for some time. You have been left alone for some time with nothing but the sound of your breathing cutting through the dark quite. You appreciate the silence. After the hustle and bustle of all the primping and prepping of your body for Master you take the time to continue your meditation.

Your reflection was visible within the ornate gold trim of the door frame. Désirée's team of beauticians had made sure that your makeup was perfect. Their flawless application of mascara, eye shadow, and eyeliner exaggerated your eye's feminine shape in a smokey blue hue. Your accentuated lashes fluttered seductively with every blink. Your long red hair was left down where it tumbled across your bare shoulders and down the length of your back in long heavy waves. Your outfit... what little of it... was a translucent red nightie of sheer fabric that clung to your ample curves and only highlighted the freckled gold skin beneath it. The nightie's cut plunged low displaying the cleavage between your augmented breasts. The dim light in the room cast playful shadows across the taught silk stretching from from your erect nipples beneath. The hoop piercings installed within your sensitive buds only **** them to project from atop you delightful peaks. Beneath your top heavy form, your tiny waist and flaring hips rested atop your folded legs beneath you.

Body augments, conditioning, and training and turned you into the woman preparing for this moment. Your breeding night.

You close your eyes and take a long soothing breath. The smell of your sex wafts up to meet your nostrils. Good! You refocus your thoughts inward as you have been instructed to for the last several hours. With sustained mental effort, you have successfully built your arousal. It was critical that you you maintain it. Regardless of whether you wanted this old man to take you, Master's augmented size and your surgical tightening would require all of you lubrication possible to have your first breeding be remotely pleasurable.

The strip of fabric of your thong just barely covers your smooth pussy lips. You continue to focus and you feel the damp spot in the fabric beneath you slowly grow. You take another breath and allow your darkest fantasies to fuel the heat within you. As that feeling burns warmer the wetness spreads until you feel a trickle escape your underwear and tickle down your thigh and begin to pool on the cold floor between your kneeling legs.

Bang!

You flinch suddenly as the large doors from the hallway behind you fly open and slam shut again.