You fantasize about meeting your master...

You imagine what the collaring ceremony will be like. Images dance before your eyes in your imagination.

Your master is flawlessly handsome, of course. He is kind. He is intuitive. He can be strict... but only when necessary. Most importantly he seems to know the ways to please you. You imagine taking his impressive manhood in your mouth, but he doesn't take advantage. Instead he lets you get familiar and explore is impressive shaft. Finally, when you are ready, he gently takes you and pleases you in a way you have never been able to please yourself.

This fantasy has you completely needing. You find your pouting lips sucking at the empty air above you. You quietly slide the covers off your body and lift up your gown. You want to feel the kiss of the chilly air all over your body. You even lift the gown over your face to cover your eyes and heighten your other sense... just like you learned from Mistress Jade you belated realize.

The pain in your womanhood from the surgery is almost completely gone after days of recovery. You allow a finger to explore it's effects. The nurse had not lied. Your clit's sensitivity has increased 10 fold! Sometimes even walking can be painfully arousing. Right now you are careful not to apply too much pressure. You gently stroke your clit with two fingers. The alternating warmth of your fingers and cold air is almost enough to make you cum.

Am I really that sensitive now? How the hell am I ever going to handle a man's cock? You complain to no one in particular.

You repeat the gentle messaging over your clit with one hand, while allowing another to explore up and down your body. You enjoy the complete lack of body hair that seems to further augment your skin's sensitivity. Sensitivity in your inner thigh... Sensitivity on your little tummy... Sensitive little breasts. You dare to touch one of you nipples which are stiff in the chilled air.

"Uuugh," escapes your lips.

You briefly peak from under your gown to make sure you haven't woken the other girls. You hear the gentle purring of Yoshino sleeping somewhere behind you. Tess remains still at your side. you cover your head again and resume your clit and nipple play.

"Eeh... Eeh... Eehh... Eeeeeehhhh.... Eeeeeeehhhh," your pants become more frantic. The surgically augmented muscles deep within you begin to cramp with need. Your juices leak from your cunt, down the crack of your ass, and pull on the bed beneath you.

Oh god!? How am I going to control this?