The Breeding
By Tang
The slave knelt, trying to remain still
and patient. Her head was bowed
demurely. Her mind was alive with
excitement as she knew the moment she had been working towards for so long
should soon arrive. Then he, the one who
was her master, entered the room. The
sound of his footsteps and the scent of his body, hot beneath the leather he
wore, both reassured the slave but further excited her too. Her master stood in front of her, but in her
servile position looking over the rich, luscious breasts, she could see no more
than his boots and the bottoms of his tight trousers.
“Undress.” The master said simply.
The slave had no ability not to obey. She shrugged off the long black crochet top
which when standing stretched to her calves.
In a slow, measured way she raised her hands from her lap; they were
clad in fingerless gloves, with their immaculate bright red nails
emerging. She began to unclip the
exquisite leather corset she wore. It
was black but patterned with entwined flowers.
It restrained her but that thrilled her as she felt it represented the
delicious constraints her master had brought to her life. It also presented her breasts in such an
enthralling way, their cream flesh full above the leather, and now as she released
them they hung free, the rosy nipples already excited. The slave yearned to catch them between her
fingers and play with them, let alone have her master’s lips close around them,
but she knew that she had to carry out his instructions and hope for such
reward for good obedience, later.
Now the corset was free of her body and
moved from kneeling to sitting and reached to unzip the left knee-high
boot. It was patent black, with a wedge
heel. The slave, like her master, liked
the shine and the way these made her move.
The sauntering of her full hips, she knew, was something her master
enjoyed. In moments the boot and then
its companion were off. Soon the black
fence-net stockings were also gone. Now,
the slave stood, though keeping her eyes lowered. The long leather skirt that hugged her hips
and showed the sweeping lines of her thighs, but now it had to be removed. The slave knew, though, that these gifts of
her master would what she would be putting on, once he had given her an even
greater gift, the one she had dreamt of for so long. She unbuttoned the long leather skirt at the
front and unzipped it at the rear, letting it fall to the floor.
Her silk thong remained and it was
already sodden with how moist how pussy was from her anticipation. She slid it down and stepped one leg then the
other out. Finally she stripped off her
gloves and set them down carefully on the piles of clothes. All that she wore now was her collar, still
kept on her by the tiny silver lock that her master had secured it with. The slave thought of the times when she was
led by the leash attached to the collar’s ring, whether naked or dressed.
Ready, the slave now looked up boldly
into the eyes of her master. His gaze
was as firm as always, but with deep within, were those elements that told her
that he valued her beyond measure precisely for what she was. He did not give an expression of disapproval
and the slave was pleased that she had read the situation so well.
“What do you need?”
It was rare for her master to ask
directly. It usually provided greater
pleasure for him to read this for himself and then delight in her body
revealing that he had been right. She
guessed that, in fact, that would be the case this time too. However, the uniqueness of this evening’s
encounter, she recognised, meant it had these ritual elements. Perhaps, too, even though she was entirely
his slave, her master wanted to be sure that she truly wanted what he was going
to do to her.
“Master, I beg you to breed me. Fill me with your seed. Make me full and rounded with what you
create. Service me; cover me; use me as
your breeding mare.”
“Good.
To the harness.” Master gestured.
The slave felt joy run through her as
she knew her master had accepted her plea and she was to receive what she had
dreamt of. They had used the swinging
harness before, but now it was to turn her into a broodmare, to become the dam
to Master’s offspring. She walked to the
upright ‘x’ of the harness and walked into it, spreading her arms and legs to
match its shape. The shape of this one
was particular with a broader section level with her chest into which her large
spheres of breasts fitted. She pushed
them into place. The she felt master
behind her, closing the leather straps around first her ankles, then her wrists
and finally the belt running above her broad, soon to be child-bearing hips, so
locking her to the form. Then her master
began to operate it, tilting her to the horizontal. Her brunette tresses tumbled around her face
as she was moved into position. Her
breasts hung pendulously and that seemed appropriate for the results of the
action that was about to be done to her.
The slave heard the sound of her master
unzipping and moments later felt him between her strong thighs, his leather
running across her smooth skin. He ran
his gloved hand down her slick pussy which was now aching to be filled with his
unsheathed cock. He reached over her to
grasp the ample fruit of her breasts and she shuddered in pleasure at his
touch. Then his hard cock slid deep
inside her, with no hesitation, no uncertainty.
The slave grunted her satisfaction knowing the breeding of her was
beginning. Her mind spiralled through
all the thoughts she had had leading up to this moment. It continued running into the future, seeing
her belly rounded and heavy, its skin so taut and shiny; her breasts filled
with milk, all gifts of her master.
With each thrust, the slave found she
could not help but match her grunts with those of her master. She battled to cope with the sensations, her
arousal and her dreams of what was to come.
Her body as rich as cream, as womanly as the fertility goddesses of old
quivered as if stretched tight. She wanted
it to cease, feeling unable to cope with all that was crashing into her, but she
needed it to continue, to rise to the climax and deliver her what she utterly
yearned for.
Then it came. He came.
His hot jism fired into her. She
could tell by the jerks of his body but also something more: her body
recognising it had received just what it needed. Orgasm seemed to explode from where his
juices flowed, rippling out in ever heavier thrusts from her core. She shuddered against her binds and let rip
with a howl, a long moan of ecstasy not simply from the physical impact, but
the recognition that she had achieved her aim: from the master who filled her
world she had been bred. She had now
been transformed and the new phase of her life was just beginning.
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