Your arousal makes you eager. Give him a show.

You smile into the dark room. Slowly you rise. Even in your 6 inch heels, your petite 5'2" frame fails to match his seated height. Flickering candlelight shimmers across Master's face as He glares down at you causing your heart to nervously flutter. He is a _god _and you have his full attention. It is time to fulfill your purpose.

His eyes widen in surprise as you flip your head skyward causing your hair to cascade up and over your head. It falls playfully down the length of your back. Now Master can fully view your body. The small spaghetti straps of your red nightie strain hopelessly to contain your 32F breasts. Your mammaries shift with each of the subtle swaying dance-like movements of your hips. The sheer red silk scrapes along your sensitive nipples. You congratulate yourself at your ability to balance your top heavy form and reflect on how different your body feels since receiving a 5 cup size augment for Master's enjoyment.

You allow your hands to travel up from 24 inch waist and across your sensitive globes. You close your eyes and savor the sensation of cupping your large breasts. You know you must be giving Master a great show of your cleavage, but really you are just exploring their fullness for yourself. You test their bounce by dropping them and feel them rock back into their perky position on your chest. After repeating the motion a few more times, you allow your fingers to pinch your nipples. Even with the sheer fabric between your fingers and your nipples, all ten thousand nerves within each bud fire signals of pleasure into your brain.

"Ehhhhhhhhh..."

You orgasm softly under the self stimulation and decide to improve your access. You open your eyes to study the pleased expression on your Master's face and pull your nightie over your head. His eyes devour your naked form with an almost animalistic intensity. Your erotic displays of self pleasure are probably teasing Master a bit too much, but you don't care. The hours of building your own need have left you needing him. You must be dominated and mounted.

Master tugs you roughly by the chain attached to your collar and you stumble towards him in your heels. You recover quickly and give him a playfully disapproving look. He is transfixed at your sexy reaction and licks his lips beneath his wiry beard. You are a member of his High Harem and you are determined to help set the pace. You resume your strip tease and shimmy your tiny thong down your hips and kick them off to the side. You are naked save your heels, body jewelry, and collar.

Master gives another approving tug on the chain leash. You approach at the silent instruction and see precum glistening at the tip of Master's cock.

You are about to be fucked! He will impregnate your fertile body.