Strip.

"Let me serve you, Master." you beg.

You attempt to recover quickly. You pull yourself off of the floor and attempt to stand in front of you Master. 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 your Master. You have **** but to serve him... for now. Every interaction since you have arrived on this forsaken planet is a test. One you intend to survive. One you have to! You will overcome this... even your **** breeding.

You mask your fear in a smile and bat your eyelashes up at him. Master studies you for a few seconds, but you have gotten good at hiding your true feelings. He leans back in his chair satisfied for now. You do notice that He has increased His grip on the chain leashed to your collar. Better up your game!

You lift your hands up through your hair allowing the red tangles to fall around your little body. You clasp your hands alluringly above your head and begin to dance for your Master. You close your eyes and roll your hips slowly from side to side to some unheard music. You feel his eyes over you and the tension within the leash loosens slightly giving you a bit more freedom.

You leave one hand stretched skyward above your head and allow another to travel down and explore your body. You pull at one of the little straps holding your nightie up over your large 32F cup breasts. The large weight of these mammaries shift on your chest with each of the subtle dance-like movements of your hips. You remember the painful experience of the **** augmentation that had **** you cells of your little A-cup breasts to duplicate and swell 5 full cup sizes. The amplified nerve endings within your nipples and swollen breast tissue were just another method of control employed by your Master over you.

Your hand travels around one of your globes and down your tiny 24 inch waist. Your freckled golden skin beneath the fabric is perfectly smooth as all of your body hair has been permanently removed. Your hand stops briefly on the flair of your hips which still rock in the slow dance like motion before continuing down between your legs. Your finger tips scrape across the thin fabric of your thong and you can feel your swollen clit projecting from your tight pussy lips. Your poor clit is another method of control. Soon Master will be activating the vibrating augment surgically implanted within your little nub forcing you to desire the relief of his touch. Even your clitoris itself had its nerve endings tripled.

You have been built and trained to be completely His... but one day you will have your freedom.

Until then... you will play the game you know so well. You open your eyes and stare as seductively as you can into his cold blue eyes. You shove one handful of your fingers into your mouth and begin to suck. Your other hand works the straps of your nighties to the sides. Your large perky breasts do the rest and spring free forcing the cloth to the floor around your feet.

You remove your fingers from your mouth and start to move them down to your pussy. Instead 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 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.