To The Studio

Nina climbs into my bed, and still on all fours, turns a circle before laying in a fetal position at the foot of the bed. I am absolutely loving the dedication. It's hard leaving that perfect specimen to sleep, but I head out to the living room to talk to Rose.

"I can hardly believe that you really picked this girl up from the airport, from Germany." She really had a somewhat bewildered expression going, which served to make me marvel at how well she kept her composure before Nina.

"Is she actually married? I saw the ring on her finger."

"Engaged, actually."

"Still... somebody else's fiancé, Leo. Did you fuck her already?"

I admit to it, without giving details on when exactly or where. She shakes her head, but kisses me briefly, an acceptance.

"Where are you taking her, anyway?"

"Well, I'm due at the studio tonight, so I figured she could come with me." Rose nods absentmindedly and heads to the kitchen. She starts going through the cupboards, looking to cook dinner.

The conversation over, I take a seat on the couch and check in on my peoples, see what's up. Drew and Josh are already on their way, which is good. X is looking to come through, too.

Typically a bunch of random people pop up through the night when they find out we're working, but only Josh, X and myself have keys to the warehouse.

I let Nina sleep until Josh and Drew tell me they've arrived. She wakes up looking groggy and unsure. When her blue eyes settle on me, she she yips happily, rising on her knees to lick my cheek and neck enthusiastically.

I pat her ass a couple times until she calms down.

"I'm not going to put the collar on you just yet, but for now, I need you to go shower, hurry up."

Nina looks disappointed at the lack of collar, but I have my reasons. She runs off to the bathroom, taking no clothes or towels. 30 minutes later she steps out of the bathroom.

Slowly, seductively, she walks towards me. I can clearly see the water pellets running down her smoothly curved shoulders, over the hillside pleasures of her D cup breasts, down the flat of her belly and into the pasture between her thighs. Nina is a wet dream come true and she knows it.

Controlling my reaction as best I can, I growl out at her "I told you to hurry, Pet."

She flinches for a second and runs into her room where her clothes are. On the bed waiting for her is a lace pair of panties, ankle socks and a plain white t-shirt. Getting the idea Nina dresses in the clothes left for her while I shower quickly.

Pretty soon we are ready to go, and damn if Nina doesn't look like sex.

We take some dinner to go and eat in the car on the short drive to the warehouse studio. In the parking lot, I give Nina her instructions.

"For now, just play it cool. You will refer to me as 'Master' unless otherwise stated. You must do whatever I tell you, but if you dont have instructions and something comes up, make your decisions. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

I reach over and pinch Nina's ear. "What was that?"

"Master! Yes, Master!" She yelps out in pain.

I massage the ear a little as a reward.

"Just remember, don't be Nina," I point to her head before sliding my hand over her curves down and between her thighs where I press two fingers up against her pussy. "Be Nina."

Then I kissed my bitch.

Inside, there are maybe already six people. Drew is pretty much a less compact version of me in terms of looks, and not as pretty. He looks more bulky and is slightly taller, but we are about the same weight. Josh is our resident white boy, a clean 6'2 as opposed to my 5'7. Josh has got one of those faces that just screams future terrorist, no matter what he did with it, but normally he's a pretty cool dude.

Tonight he has a hispanic girl with him. She has brown hair mid way down her back and bright green eyes. She's got these perky B cup breasts but her petite frame makes them look like full C cups. She may have been the Belle of the ball all night if it wasn't for Nina.

The warehouse itself has a workout section with a bench press, some dumbbells, punching bag and gloves. Also in the warehouse is a makeshift bar (I keep it stocked with random spirits, but Vodka is a constant), a pool table, and a TV. Sometimes people bring their own system, tonight's lucky winner being a PS4. **** do happen. People smoke, roll, snort, everything but the needle. And of course, all music is provided by studio artists present.

After introductions, I went to drop some verses on a few songs me Drew and Josh had been working on. Nina sat in the mixing room, only half paying attention to what was going on.

"Hey, Nina."

"Yes... Master?"

She got some looks and raised eyebrows at that, but no comment.

"I had this song I made about a Russian girl. The girl is non-specific, so I was thinking to make her German instead, since I have you."

She nods but looks a bit confused, so I continued.

"I was thinking I could add vocals to make the song sound more sexed. Your vouce would be an amazing add. You just have to talk.. maybe moan a bit."

"Ok, I can do that." Nina's smile is radiant as she agrees, I think from being useful to her master.

I smirk to myself and upload the instrumental I want to use. When everything is ready, I lay down a sample hook for Drew to do.

While I am doing this X and Queso show up. Queso is a part Arabian guy who's done every **** I've ever heard of. He's a mad talented fighter and freestyle artist though. X, another rapper and something of a local celebrity, looks like he couldn't decide if he wanted to be a line backer or a personal trainer. As it is, he's just big for no reason.

Josh introduces them to he girls and it's not long before Queso is inviting the girls to step outside to take a smoke with him.