Master gives you the honor of facing him while he fucks you.

Master tugs you towards him by the chain leash again and you stumble towards him in your heels. He sinks back in the oversized padded chair. His legs are spread wide to accommodate his swollen balls and his stiff 12 inch cock rises above his lap. Your high heels click as you shift uncertain of what to do. It is clear from his positioning that you will have improved access to his penis, but you have never been given so much freedom. You begin to climb into the chair with him and he grabs your shoulder preventing you from approaching.

"ARELI, THIS IS OUR FIRST BREEDING NIGHT. IF YOU ARE TO BEAR ME A MALE HEIR, WE SHOULD MAKE IT SPECIAL. YOU WILL BE PERMITTED TO FACE YOUR MASTER."

Your mouth gapes open in a dumb look of surprise. You know from your discussions with the other girls in the harem that this is an incredible honor for a concubine. It is impossible to not feel completely intimidated. Master removes his hand from your shoulder and welcomes you to approach by tugging at your leash once more. Nervously you obey and crawl onto his lap. Your legs are **** far apart on your knees to accommodate his wide stance. You shimmy awkwardly toward him until his cock slaps against your stomach. The massive instrument rests against the length of your stomach traveling the 12" distance from your pussy lips and beyond your belly button. You shiver at the realization that you will be accommodating it inside you.

Master leans forward and envelops you in a sweaty embrace. He is several feet taller than you and despite being perched on his lap your little body is completely smothered. His gut shifts forward into your stomach and breasts. His powerful musk overtakes your nostrils and His massive arms easily wrap around you. Slowly he tightens his squeezing grip and the air rushes from your lungs. He crouches down to kiss you. His breath is hot and his long beard scratches painfully at the sensitive skin of your face and chest. Only after you have been completely smothered within his embrace does he activate your clitoral augment!

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

You yelp and squirm against him as the powerful vibrations emanate from within your swollen clit. The pressure of the base of his cock against your little nub only increases the sensation. Your moans of protest are smothered within his gaping mouth and he forces a salty tongue deep within your mouth. After struggling ineffectually for a few seconds you regain control and attempt to relax within his grasp. The vibrations continue to drive your arousal to increasing heights and you can't help but grind your vibrating clitoris against the base of Master's cock. He chuckles into your mouth as your cries announce your powerful orgasm.

"Mrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmrrmmmrmrmmrgh!"

Your empty pussy clamps within you and your limbs go rigid as you ride out your peak. Your lungs strain against Master's squeezing grip as you gasp for air and endure the ceaseless vibrations that continue beyond your orgasm. Fuck! You are so sensitive but he refuses to turn down the vibration setting. Instead you bite down on your lower limp and grunt through the sensation. You know your arousal will build again if you can fight through the painful sensitivity long enough.

"YOU ARE NOW WET ENOUGH FOR ME, ****." Master's voice booms from above you.

You nod silently in response although you are not sure if it was a question.

Master leans forward and opens the drawer of a nearby piece of furniture. He withdraws a set of handcuffs. Of course, you think. Fighting doesn't even occur to you. Your submissive conditioning from your concubine training is too effective. Instead you obediently clasp your hands behind you and wait for him to apply the cuffs.

Click!

The metal is cold against your skin. Master applies them tightly and the fit is perfect. It is almost as if your delicate wrists have been designed for easy capture. Your genetics, **** augmentations, and concubine training have designed for this purpose. You watch Master's eyes scan your **** body. Clearly he is thinking the same thing.

Like a good submissive you orgasm again.

"Ehhhhhh! Ehhhhhh! Ehhhhhhhhhhhrgh!"

Your core clenches violently and you grind your vibrating clitoris against the base of Master's cock again. You arch your back thrusting your oversized tits towards the sky. Master crouches down and sucks one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. His dry cracked lips scrape across your sensitive areolas. The sensation of 10 thousand nerve endings contained within your nipple igniting under Master's attention lengthen the sensation of your latest orgasm.

Master watches you closely and allows you to ride your hopeless contractions to completion. After you have regained your senses your eyes lazily open and you reward him with a helpless whimper. He glares down at you with a growing impatience. You both know it is time. Time for you to be bred. But fear holds you back. Will your surgically tightened pussy be able to accommodate this horrendous cock?

Master is experienced after a hundred years of breeding with his female slaves. He recognizes your hesitation and seizes upon you before you can react. One of his bear-sized hands springs forward and grabs the chain leash closely against your collar. To your horror he begins to lift you off of his lap! You immediately attempt to ease the strain of the collar around your throat by rising to the tips of your knees.

Not even close! The tip of Master's cock is still far to high for you to reach on your knees. Master pulls the leash higher and you begin to **** in your collar.

"TIME TO GET CREATIVE PET!" He says with a chuckle.

Frantically you strain against your collar and investigate your options. Your arms struggle in the cuffs behind you. That isn't going to work. You shift your weight to the side and successfully get both your feet beneath you to either side of Master's lap. You attempt to lift yourself and stumble as your high heeled shoes sink into the thick cushions of the chair beneath you. The collar chafes tightly around your throat but you are able to use it to steady yourself enough for a second attempt. With a grunt you are able to succeed at lifting yourself into a squat with your legs spread to either side of Master's lap.

"GOOD GIRL!" Master praises you as he pulls the leash higher.

Your thighs shake with effort as you lift yourself higher. After forcing you to achieve the necessary height he pulls you by the neck towards him. You shuffle awkwardly forward and feel the head of his cock beneath you. In this awkward position you are almost face to face with your Master. From this position, you can see your frightened purple face in the reflection of his eyes. Beneath you you feel Master positioning his cock between your pussy lips.

He is going to spear you!