He pulls you close.

A wicked grin crosses your Master's face. The intensity of his gaze penetrates you chilling your core. It is powerful and unsettling. Standing before him in such a naked vulnerability feels like a physical ****. Blondie freezes beside you and you feel an imperceptible shiver run down your back. You are helpless. He has the look of a mighty lion toying with two mice.

Your breath catches and the room becomes impossibly quiet. Slowly he pulls on the chains attached to each of your neck collars. Both of you shuffle forward on your high heels uncertainly. Fear has heightened your senses. You are acutely aware of each clicking sound of your high heeled steps, the subtle rattling of the links of the chains sliding together, and even the jingling of the jeweled strands hanging from your ear and nipple piercing's. As you approach, you realize how much he towers over you despite sitting on the edge of his bed. His strong musk hangs in the air. A warmth radiates from his powerful body in contrast to his icy blue eyes.

His hot breath hits your face as he whispers, "YOU TWO ARE SO WELL BEHAVED."

"I exist to serve you, my Master," Blondie soothingly responds, "I offer myself completely to you."

Master nods before turning to you.

"AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, ****?"

You feel your words catch in your throat, "I am yours..."

Your cheeks flush warm at the truth within your words. You are painfully aware of the weight of the heavy chains pulling against the **** collar permanently affixed around your neck. Your heavily augmented body has been modified for your Master's pleasure and your impending impregnation. Your psychological conditioning and ceaseless training has imprinted your personality making you compliant for you new-found life as a breeding ****.

Something itches at the back of your mind. You are uncertain of what to do.