M stretched her arms overhead, yawned, and pulled her shoulders up to her ears letting them drop, rolling them backwards. The day had been long; Fridays were always longer than any other at work. She was tired, ready to go home and find out what He had planned for their weekend. She was lost in this thought when the phone rang, the sound bringing her back to earth. It was Him; she smiled as she listened to His instructions.

�I want you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties, masturbate almost to orgasm, also lower the lace on your bra so your nipples can be seen clearly through the fabric of your blouse as you leave the building to come home to Me.�

�Yes Master,� she replied quietly, hanging up the phone M quickly cleared her desk of the remnants of the days work. Picking up her purse and jacket, she locked her office and went to the ladies room. The room was empty, she removed her lace panties, slipping them into her purse, pushed the lace down under her breasts, she caressed her breasts they were firm and round filled with lovers milk. Her Master loved breast milk, he gave her a daily dose of herbs for milk to fill her breasts, and demanded at least 30 minutes twice a day on a breast pump. He had not taken any milk for 24 hours and her breasts ached to be sucked and drained. As she thought of His lips on her breast sucking, tugging and biting she stroked her clit, it was swollen ready to release her orgasm with a single touch. M left the ladies room breathing hard and very aware of His power over her. She left the building not sure anyone had seen her with her breast exposed the way the were but she smiled as she passed two men in the parking garage, they never saw her smile at all as she passed them, she laughed to herself. Slipping into her car for the short drive home and to Him, her Master and for whatever He willed of her tonight.

L was waiting for her on the couch, thinking about how wet she should be and her breasts, He had not touched them for 24 hours; He knew she was aching for release but it would have to wait till a bit later. Damn, after all this time, M had been his slave for a few years now, the thought of her kneeling for Him, serving Him made His cock swell and harden like wood. L heard her at the door, His cock was exposed and hard like glass, she would know what He wanted from her He would not have to tell her. When she saw Him sitting on the couch she dropped her belongings and went to Him quickly kneeling between His legs, taking His cock into her mouth, deep and quickly, she heard Him gasp, her fingers went to His balls touching and stroking them ask she pleasured Him with her mouth, He came quickly and fully as He rarely had before, moaning out loud at cumming so quickly, calling her a vixen for making Him cum too quickly. M licked and sucked Him clean. She sat back on her heels waiting for His next command. They sat in silence for a moment, Master and slave. L finally moved, pulling M to her feet and lifting her skirt, His fingers grasping her so tight she cried out. L could feel the wetness of sex, her erect clit begging for release. He stroked her a few times roughly, jamming 3 fingers deeply in her wetness, pulling on her slave ring, a ring He placed on her with a mace like ball that poked and pierced her when He grabbed her tightly, the points of the mace forcing into her tender flesh. He moaned out loud, He wanted to use her now but knew the night would be long and He needed to wait. He pulled away from her, but could not resist a quick taste of her milk, he sucked both tits roughly and hungrily but He did not drain her as she desired. She would be drained over and over tonight. And after tonight her sex would never be hidden from Him or from anyone’s eyes ever again. After tonight when Masters or slaves saw her naked they would see her aroused sex never hidden from view again.

L slapped her bottom, telling her He had laid her clothes out on His bed, she would shower and wait for Him naked in the shower, He would come to her and dry her body.

He had never done this before, for a brief moment her eyes questioned Him but she lowered them quickly. M was running the water when He came into the bath, His body was naked, well maintained and strong. His chest had just enough hair to make Him sexy. He motioned for her to come to His side, obediently she moved to His side hold His cock as He urinated leaning close to His cock to lick it clean. He patted her head lovingly, �good pet� he whispered. M stepped into the steaming shower, letting the water run over her, her face and back, her wet hair swept away from her face, the heat of the water stinging her breasts. She finished turning the water off. Standing in the warm shower waiting for Him to come to her; L slid the shower door open stepping inside with her briskly drying her skin; then starting with her hair and shoulders massaged a warm perfumed oil into her skin, slowly her rubbed it around her shoulders and back, the curve of her buttocks and thighs, calves and feet. L turned her around rubbing her shoulders and breasts, she could feel her skin tingling and becoming warm, He put His fingers into her mouth telling her to suck. M closed her eyes sucking each finger as it was given to her, she could taste the warm oil in her mouth, M was beginning to feel aroused, her body burning from the inside out. L smiled at her reaction to the potion. He had asked a friend to design this mixture of oil of cloves, ginseng, and other potent herbs used for sexual arousal, both in the body and on the skin, he had waited for a special night to use the mixture on His slave. L helped her with her hair, a simple style pulled up tightly in a ponytail, perfect for holding. Her clothes were a simple silk skirt tight through the hips and buttocks then flared for easily lifting. Her top was gossamer copper colored, strapless, also loose fitting over her breast for easy access. The other Masters who would be with them tonight always demanded no slave be covered or not accessible to any of them who choose the slave, for any duty. Her high heels an aching 5 inches forcing her back into a tantalizing arch, and thrusting her breast forward as if asking to be used. M finished her simple makeup, her only jewelry the iron ring on her middle finger identifying her as a slave to other Masters. Just as she finished her Master came into the room, dressed in black slacks and white shirt, she smiled at Him and for Him.

In the car L watched her, the potion was making her hot, inside and out, her forehead was damp, her cheeks glowed and her breathing was erratic, he could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. He wanted to pull over and take her over and over, whipping her tits and ass with the toys He had in the bag behind the seat; but He did not, control was one thing He had learned being a Master, to control desires and moods, His before he could control others emotions and desires.

Soon they pulled into an industrial park, with many buildings square and mundane looking. Cookie cutter buildings, they could be found in any city any where in the world. Their commonness disguised their varied uses. They pulled slowly through the maze of buildings all exactly alike. They stopped in the rear of the park. A few cars dotted the parking lot. It was late, nearly 10, the industrial park abandon by the day people, perfect for the night people. The building was made of concrete, and lined with sound proof material. They had been in many such buildings. The outside never betraying the secrets it held inside. They entered the building first through what appeared to be a regular door, then through the real door. Dark walnut, deeply carved, with figures, images, women nude, men nude, whips, chains, paddles, cuffs all types of things common in the world they were entering. As they entered 3 young women kneeled at the door, if she didn’t know better M would swear theses girls were 13, 14 or 15 but she knew they were selected by their host for this exact reason. They were all over 21 but not looking it. Their owner and their host for tonight had a fetish for very young women usually only taking and using slaves that satisfied this craving. They waited; for each woman was being used, they were there too suck and gratified the Masters or Mistresses who were being welcomed tonight. Her Master took His turn, a young nubile women sucking Him hard and deep, He was thrusting His cock deeply down her throat thoroughly enjoying the host’s gift. M waited her eyes lowered to the floor. She carefully watched the scene through her lowered eyes, something she had learned to do a long time ago. One of the young women was being fucked deeply in her ass, the Master using her had a huge erect cock, thick and wide, slapping the women’s buttocks hard as he jammed his fully aroused cock in her ass, she was crying out for mercy but everyone watching knew there would be no mercy for her tonight or any night. The women next to her had small breast, barely breast at all, mounds more than anything, the Master with her was whipping her breast hard with a short stiff whip, M could see the marks he was leaving on her skin. She felt His hands between her legs roughly grasping her sex, His fingers opening her and filling her, He leaned close to her ear whispering,

�Too bad your Master likes your tits so full of milk all the time, you almost have the body for joining my harem, I like trim hips and tender bodies. I would gladly add you to my stable of breeders, breeding me new slaves, trained in the world of dominance and submission. I would seed you myself.� He whispered hoarsely. As He removed her top, sucking and biting her breasts hard.

�But, she is also over your age limit,� M heard her Masters voice, reminding this Person she could never be His.

�Ah but a Master can always make exceptions for prime or choice slaves, if you want to sell her� her Master interrupted before he could finish.

�I don’t think so.� L took her arm leading her away from the door.

It had been whispered among the community for years that their host this evening had a slave breeding complex somewhere in Thailand; hidden away from worldly eyes. He would choose the perfect young bodies breed them, either with his seed or seed from other Master or male slaves. The baby girls were raised and cared for educated in the ways of a slave, but never touched until they were 21. Some were sold for high prices other he kept for himself. Slave shivered at the thought. M’s Master felt her shiver.

�Are you cold?� he asked.

�No.� she whispered softly, knowing this was neither the time or place for such a discussion.

The room, although large seemed intimate. Each individual place made private with velvet drapes. The air rich with perfume, soft music, candlelight, their Host had outdone himself tonight with all the perfect details. His young women circulated with drink, and canapés among the guest. Of course they could refuse no request so they would be kept quite busy all night. In fact no slave could refuse a request, only her/his Master or Mistress. This was what the evening was about, extremes!