Say: Yes Master

Master grins and pats your cheek. "Good, girl."

He then rewards you by fucking you without mercy for the rest of the day. By sundown, you've had roughly four or five hundred orgasms, and can barely remain concision. Covered in Master's baby batter, you lie on the bed, as you are left alone. Heavy with breath, you start to ponder what awaits you in the future. With this being only the first day in your new life, you wonder how often Master will fuck you, and how much he'll share you with Mistress.

But then something else dawns on you, Master came inside you every single time. You run your hands over your belly, and realize that you are probably pregnant by now. You're going to have a baby, Master's baby. A tear runs down your cheek, and hope that Master and Mistress will be kind to it.