The two of you dance for your Master.

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.

At the ends of your chain leashes you and Blondie begin to dance. 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.

Beside you, Blondie turns her back to Master and spreads her long legs wide. Slowly she leans forward allowing her hands to travel down her impossibly long legs. You are amazed at her flexibility. Her hands easily make it past her toes even with her 6 inch heels. Her perky ass projects out of the bottom of her nighty and you catch Master studying how her little g-string disappears between her cheeks and barely covers her sex. She rocks her hips obscenely as if to drive the point home.

Master gives her leash a playful tug almost causing her to fall. She shifts her legs to steady herself awkwardly and lifts herself back up to her full height. She gives him a mischievous smile before turning back to face him. His eyes never leaves hers as she walks towards you. Her heels click loudly on the cold stone floor below. She moves behind you and you make a point to grind your butt into her crotch. Your leashes clatter together but Master adjusts them in his hand to make sure that you two do not get tangled.

From behind you, Blondie begins to kiss your neck underneath your collar. You roll your head up towards the sky to give her better access. You moan out her name softly as her hands travel up your narrow waist, around your swollen breasts, and up to your neck. 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 and feel Master's eyes bore into your **** flesh with the heat of a sun.

Blondie isn't satisfied with merely exposing you to your Master. She pulls your wrists together behind you back with one hand and explores your body with the other. Her kisses at your neck only cause you to arch your chest out further. Her free hand travels up from your 24 inch waist and across your sensitive globes. You close your eyes and savor the sensation of her cupping your large breasts. You know she is giving Master a great show of your tits, but secretly you know she really enjoys exploring their fullness for herself. She tests their bounce by dropping them and feeling them rock back into their perky position on your chest. After repeating the motion a few more times, she pinchs your nipples. All ten thousand nerves within each bud fire signals of pleasure into your brain.

"Ehhhhhhhhh..."

You orgasm softly under her stimulation and decide to improve your access. You arch into her little hands. You whisper pleading encouragement. You open your eyes to study the pleased expression on your Master's face. His eyes devour your naked form with an almost animalistic intensity. Blondie and your erotic display teasing Master a bit too much, but you don't care. The hours of building your own desire followed by the stimulation from Blondie have left you wanting him. You must be dominated and mounted.

Your g-string falls to the floor at your feet.

Master gives the leashes another tug and Blondie releases your wrists. You sigh in tortured disappointment as you feel her warmth leave you. She moves dutifully to your side. Master gives her a silent nod. Blondie shrugs herself free of her blue nighty and removes her own g-string in an exaggerated fashion.

Master clears his throat.