You undress each other eagerly.

Blondie smiles at the command. You follow her lead and the two of you slowly rise. Even in your matching 6 inch heels neither of you can match his seated height. Flickering candlelight shimmers across Master's face and he glares down at the two of you causing your heart to nervously flutter. He is a god and you melt under his burning attention. It is time to fulfill your purpose.

You turn to face Blondie eagerly. You were right to have added her to share in your first breeding night. Having an more experienced concubine wife walk you through the ropes eases some of the tension you are feeling. She has been so supportive as your assistant in your new role as secretary. Like Yoshino, her local upbringing causes her to be a little overeager as a sex ****, but she is at least willing to share her knowledge and teach you. Since the loss of Tess, she is the closest you have to a real friend.

You take a moment to admire each other.

Her makeup is still perfect. Her long lashes flutter seductively in your direction and her eyelids have been dressed in an attractive smoky blue hue. The short pixie cut of her blonde hair gives a great view of the strands of diamonds hanging from her earrings. Her delicateness of her neck is accentuated by the heavy chain weighing down the collar around her throat. One of the spaghetti straps of her blue nighty falls off of her shoulder further amplifying the plunging gap displaying her perfect C-cup cleavage. Beneath the fabric you can see the hoop nipple piercings.

Subconsciously you lick your lips.

You flip your long red hair over your head where it falls playfully down the length of your back. You catch your reflection in the pupils of Blondie's enraptured gaze. The small spaghetti straps of your red nightie strain hopelessly to contain your 32F breasts. You rock nervously side to side in your 6 inch heels and watch your mammaries shift with each swaying movement of your hips. The sheer red silk scrapes along your sensitive nipples. Blondie and your Master take in your top heavy form. Both of them seem eager to play with your tits which have been augmented 5 cup sizes for their enjoyment.

Blondie and you embrace each other in a passionate kiss. Between you your breasts smash together and your hands begin to explore each other's bodies. Her tongue probes your eager mouth. Prior to your capture and enslavement you never would have imagined being with a woman. Now you find your sister slaves smooth softness comforting. As your faces rub together you feel a wetness between your cheeks. Only then do you realize that you are crying.

Blondie continues to kiss you and moans a soothing sound into your open mouth. Her hands travel up your narrow waist, around your swollen breasts, and up to your neck. The chain leashes attached to your collars clink in your ears at the subtle motion. You feel her hands tug at the spaghetti straps of your nighty and pull them aside. You welcome the relief from your shoulders as your massive tits spring free. You shrug the nighty off before returning the favor. Blondie's blue nighty falls to the floor besides yours.

The two of your break off your kiss to look at each other. Both of your perfectly smooth skin shimmers in the shifting candlelight. The jewelry dangling from your nipples tickles the sensitive flesh of your partner. The precious stones dangling from her ears glimmer with a warmth only matched within her eyes. You shudder against her as she scrapes her long nails down your stomach where they catch on the tiny g-string. It is the last piece of clothing protecting your from your Master. As if sensing your hesitation, she kisses you in support before tugging the tiny piece of fabric over your hips where it quickly falls to the floor.

"GOOOOOOD!" Master hisses beside you.

You continue to follow Blondie's lead, but rather than remove her g-string you shove your hand beneath it. Her pubic area is, of course, laser smooth. You move your fingers down towards the top of her feminine fold. You know her sensitivity has been augmented like yours. She likely has at least three times the nerve endings within her clit. Careful to not scrape her with your long nails, you gently apply pressure to her bud. You feel it swell against your touch.

You smell strawberries.

"Ohhhhhhh... Areli...."

She trembles against you as you begin to circle her clitoris. You kiss her passionately again and apply more pressure with each orbiting motion. She moans helplessly against you. You know to savor this moment. As a concubine ****, you rarely have the opportunity to exert power over someone. It feels good to be in control even if it can only be for a few seconds.

"REMOVE HER THONG."

And there it was. Master couldn't even give you this moment. You do as he commands. Blondie gasps into your gaping mouth as the cold air hits her moist clit.