"I'd fuck your throat with a strap on!"

Her asian eyes twinkle in delight and you know she is remembering doing that to you during your concubine training. The professor had asked for a volunteer while you had been strapped to the table and Yoshino had proudly volunteered. You remember her teetering above you on the step stools in her heels. She had started awkwardly, but had expertly built up steam. Your hands unconsciously begin to rub your throat at the memory and you cradle your breasts. Her gently tugging on your hoop nipple piercings along with the vibrations within your clitoral augment had caused you to cum throughout the whole intense experience.

Yoshino grins across the small waiting chamber and increases the pace of her masturbation. Her hand is stuffed behind the tiny strip of fabric of her purple thong and the wet sloshing sound grows with her rapidly increasing dampness.

"I really gave it to you that day didn't I, Baishunpu?"

"I held up pretty well-"

"The Master! I am getting so hot remembering the power I felt stuffing that ten inch strap on down your whorish mouth!" she interrupts.

You swallow and say nothing. The dampness between your own legs grows and you feel moisture trickling down one of your legs. My goodness, I am such a submissive slut! you think.

Yoshino locks eyes with you and continues between panting gasps, "For that wonderful moment I owned you! I gave you the gift of descending further into your submission..."

You know she is right. You nod almost imperceptibly at her words and she smiles more boldly.

"You used to talk of your previous life late at night when we were laying in our cots at night. you claimed you missed your friends, your independence, your unknown future... but you and I know the truth... the truth is you belong here!"

The pace of your panting increases as the self **** of your clitoris and the horror of Yoshino's words builds your arousal. Your other hand explores your breasts. Your long nails scratch at your nipples through the sheer silk fabric of your lingerie nighty. Moisture is running down both of your thighs beneath you now.

"This is your destiny. You are a submissive ****, chained to the floor of your Master's waiting chamber. You can't wait to be mounted by your Master!"

What starts as a deep growl builds to a full blown moan. You are surprised to realize that it is coming from your own throat. Your clit burns under your finger's touch and your thighs clamp tightly beneath you!

"Master is going to pump you and me with so much of his seed," she continues, "that our bellies will swell with his child... Master willing, our purpose as heridisfactorem will be fulfilled, and we will bare him an heir."

You yelp at the sensitivity and your thighs shake with an intense need to cum!

"And you know what?" she asks between her own frantic panting, "Despite all that talk each night as initiates... you have been made into such a willing concubine ****... and... you... like it!"

Oh no! You aren't sure you can stop yourself from cumming!